Ever since he could remember, he seemed to rarely sleep for so long!
Ming Wuyou and a man's voice came from outside the screen.
Murong Yu came back to his senses and suddenly looked outside. Through the screen, he saw Ming Wuyou sitting at the square table of yellow rosewood, holding a pen in his hand and sketching.
A tall and handsome man wearing a white suit with wide sleeves stood beside Ming Wuyou, pointing at the paper from time to time.
Through the screen, Murong Yu couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he already realized who it was——
Shen Qingci!
I was sleeping so deeply that I didn’t even know when this person came?!
"If the sail adopts this style, the speed of the ship on the water will be more than doubled." Shen Qingci's voice was filled with smiles and admiration, "The eldest lady is so smart. Others would never think of this method."
Ming Wuyou laughed and said, "Qingci, when did you learn to flatter people?!"
"I'm just telling the truth." Shen Qingci said seriously: "The eldest lady is the smartest and most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life."
"Although it's flattery, it's quite pleasing to the ear." Ming Wuyou chuckled twice, carefully picked up the drawing and handed it to Shen Qingci: "Well, the river has been sealed recently, and escorts can't be sent out. It's just a good time to borrow it.
Use this time to renovate the merchant ships."
"yes."
Shen Qingci took the drawing and glanced behind the screen without revealing any trace.
A person who practices martial arts has sensitive senses. He has noticed that the person inside has woken up and is staring at him with a gloomy and hostile gaze.
Shen Qingci knew the identity of that person.
But that identity couldn't stop Shen Qingci from rejecting him from the bottom of her heart.
Shen Qingci looked away and asked warmly: "Miss, it's getting late. Can I take you back home?"
"No need." Ming Wuyou stood up and said, "You can go back and escort me. I will go back by myself."
"..."
Shen Qingci was silent for a moment and could only say, "Okay."
Ming Wuyou sent him out, while telling him a few things to pay attention to.
Murong Yu stood up silently behind the screen.
When he stepped out, he saw Ming Wuyou and Shen Qingci standing very close to each other. Ming Wuyou's lavender sleeves brushed against Shen Qingci's white dress, and the hem of Shen Qingci's robe also touched Ming Wuyou's.
When the purple skirt hem, Murong Yu went crazy with jealousy.
A strong thought came to his mind.
separate!
His hand shot out uncontrollably, and the lamp stand next to the door was thrown between Ming Wuyou and Shen Qingci.
"Be careful!" Shen Qingci reflexively wanted to hold Ming Wuyou's wrist to protect her.
But Ming Wuyou's body was carried backward by a strong suction force, spun around in a circle, and fell into Murong Yu's arms.
Snapped.
The lamp stand fell to the ground, and the lamp oil inside spilled all over the floor.
"Your Highness?!" Ming Wuyou looked at Murong Yu in astonishment.
Murong Yu froze for a moment and did not look at Shen Qingci. His eyes fell on Ming Wuyou's face.
There was a bit of discomfort in his eyes, "I...I see the light stand has fallen over..."
"Is that so?" Ming Wuyou was stunned for a moment and glanced at the fallen lamp stand strangely.
It was a hexagonal barrel-shaped vertical lamp stand. It had been there for several years and had never fallen over. Why did it fall over for no reason today?
Shen Qingci lifted the lamp stand.
Caiyue, who heard the noise, also ran over.
Ming Wuyou thought for a while and said to the two of them: "Manager Shen, please go back first. Caiyue, prepare some cakes for me."
"yes."
Caiyue responded and retreated.
Shen Qingci looked at Murong Yu deeply before turning and leaving.
The room became quiet except for the sound of the two breathing.
Ming Wuyou gently patted Murong Yu's hand around his waist, "Let me go first."
Murong Yu's fingers curled up and he closed his eyes in frustration. He didn't let her go, but hugged her a little tighter and said in a weak voice: "I didn't mean it."
"I was unhappy...so I missed it."
"Because Manager Shen——" Ming Wuyou tried to ask, "right?"
Murong Yu did not answer directly, but said: "You just called him Qing Ci!"
He said the few words in a harsh tone, and each word contained tons of acidity.
"We have known each other for eight years." Ming Wuyou couldn't help but explain: "I usually call him Manager Shen outside, and I only call him by his first name in private, because he is a trustworthy friend."
This explanation did not make Murong Yu relax his eyebrows.
He said very slowly: "It's been eight years. I only met you two years ago at Mission Hills."
Ming Wuyou couldn't laugh or cry.
She never expected that Murong Yu would care about such trivial matters.
And obviously he was frowning and his face was a little cold, but the way he was arguing with her, in Ming Wuyou's eyes, she actually felt so stubborn that it was cute.
She put her hand on Murong Yu's face and gently helped him relax his frown, "Some things may not be useful if you know them for a long time."
"Mr. Shen is Mr. Shen, and you are you." Ming Wuyou kissed the corner of his lips and said seriously: "Mr. Shen will never have this in his life, and no one else will have it. Only you will have it. "
This reassurance suddenly touched Murong Yu's heart.
Murong Yu looked at her beautiful face for a long time, and the depression in his heart gradually dissipated.
"Um."
He responded briefly and finally let her go a little.
Ming Wuyou took his hand and said, "I must be hungry after sleeping all afternoon. Let's have something to eat together."
Murong Yu nodded again.
The two of them ate some pastries together.
It was already late, and even though Murong Yu was reluctant to leave, he knew he had to send Ming Wuyou back to the Ming family.
When leaving the house, Ming Wuyou couldn't help but glance at the lamp stand again, and asked Murong Yu curiously: "Your Highness, you were so far away from the lamp stand, how did you knock it down?"
"Inner strength."
Ming Wuyou raised his eyebrows and asked thoughtfully: "His Highness's internal strength, since it can knock down a lamp stand from such a long distance, can it also make people fall?"
"The day we went to Fahua Temple..." Ming Wuyou said slowly.
Seeing Murong Yu stiffen for a moment and his steps halting, she understood that when she got into the car that day, she suddenly fell on him and it was probably his own hand.
Ming Wuyou didn't know whether to laugh or cry again, but he didn't find it annoying, he just felt sweet in his heart.
Under Murong Yu's tensed nerves, Ming Wuyou said with a smile: "His Highness wore something different from usual that day. It was so beautiful that my legs went weak and I fell down."
"Is it?"
Murong Yu breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, he didn't quite remember what he was wearing that day.
"Of course." Ming Wuyou nodded, and said as he went downstairs with him: "Your Highness is a celestial being. He looks good in anything he wears, but he usually wears dark black, which always makes him feel a little deep. Your Highness can try something else. colors and styles.”