"Brother, please invite the princess to have dinner with you in the main hall." His voice was cold and without warmth.
She paused and turned back slowly. "Are there any visitors?"
"It's just a family dinner."
Nodding, she said: "I understand, I will be there soon."
After saying that, without waiting for his reply, he picked up his skirt and ran towards the road. I am afraid that the chef will not be able to see him anymore today.
From a distance, I saw that cold figure disappearing outside the courtyard, and my little frightened heart completely relaxed, and I turned around and went back to my room.
Be careful, I'm so scared.
That inexplicable Murong Yun, isn't it just a family dinner? Is it necessary for his second brother to go there in person?
Although I don't like that person, my heart is always warm and filled with a hint of intoxicating sweetness towards Murong Yun. The passion last night flashed through my mind, and that incomparably beautiful little face suddenly flew up to my eyes.
Apply a seductive blush.
"Miss, are you thinking about the prince again?" Xintong came over at some point and said with a sly smile.
"What are you talking about?" He rolled his eyes, but unconsciously put his hands on his slightly hot cheeks.
Although she has never been in a serious relationship, it is not that she has never been in contact with men. However, because she does not like to be touched, the male friends she usually associates with do not dare to get too close to her for fear of being disgusted by her.
No one has ever given her such strong throbbing and desire. Murong Yun, who was privately overbearing and unruly, would never stop doing what he wanted to do despite her resistance. His strong and rough manly aura easily affected her.
Heart.
No wonder some people say that women are all bitches. They don't like those who are meek, but they like those rude and crazy guys. It really fits the saying: Men are not bad, but women don't love them.
Lying on the jade pillow, he sighed lowly, with a sweet smile still hanging on his lips.
###At dusk, the setting sun adds brilliance to the magnificent buildings.
When Yang Xi, who was running along with her skirt, arrived, five people were already seated in the hall. The leader was Murong Yun, who was elegant and had a faint smile in the corner of his eyes, followed by Leng Bingbing on the right
Jie Xu was drinking tea alone, and Yan Yu was holding his chin with a dissatisfied look on his face. On the left was Huo Ju, who was refreshed and relaxed, and then there was Li Ruyan, who was graceful and quiet, with a sickly frown between his brows and eyes.
There seemed to be only one person at the table waiting for her.
"Yes... I'm sorry, I slept... too much." He bit his lip, feeling a little embarrassed.
It's all Xintong's fault that he didn't wake her up in time when he saw she was tired.
Of course, she didn't know that when Murong Yun sent her back, knowing that she was weak, he had ordered Xintong not to disturb her rest unless necessary. Otherwise, with Xintong's cleverness as a maid, how could she let her sleep in and miss the time?
After glancing at everyone, and after her heartbeat calmed down, Yang Xi pulled up her clothes, slowly walked to the empty seat next to Murong Yun, and slowly sat down. When she looked up, she saw Jie Xu, Yan Yu, Huo Ju and Li Ruyan
, each glanced at her quickly, their eyes full of surprise. She was stunned, and turned to look at Murong Yun, her eyes full of doubts.
This...what's going on?
"It doesn't matter, you will be my wife, and you should sit here." The gentle gaze fell on her face that was flushed from trotting. When her heart moved, her long fingers unconsciously brushed her face and held her up.
The wisp of black hair next to her ear, her affirmative tone and the gentle and doting she inadvertently revealed frightened everyone present.
Except Yang Xi.
Hearing this, she was startled, automatically ignored his "harassment", and glanced at everyone suspiciously.
What do you mean? This position is not reserved for her?
Of course, no one was willing to answer her questions. After being shocked, Jie Xu's deep eyes quickly fell on the cup in front of him. His cold face showed no emotion at all. Yan Yu was still drinking tea, although he was a little absent-minded.
Ignoring the others, Huo Ju played with the exquisite jade cup, as if his mind was not distracted. Li Ruyan coughed twice, and a trace of blush covered his pale face.
"Your illness..." Yang Xi looked at her carefully and focused on her, "Isn't it better yet?"
Ruyan responded with a gentle smile and shook her head. "The old illness of many years cannot be cured."
After saying that, she started coughing again, even getting out of control. The maid behind her hurriedly handed over a sachet. She took a few puffs on the sachet, and then the cough slowly dissipated and her breath seemed to disappear.
It's much smoother.
"Do you have asthma?"
Several eyes fell on her again, with different expressions.
Ruyan flashed a hint of surprise, and then said with a clear smile: "The princess's information is indeed well-informed, it is indeed asthma."
"Are the mint leaves in this sachet?" It's not that she is well-informed, it's just that this symptom is too common in modern times and we are more knowledgeable. However, in ancient times when there were no Western medicines and advanced medical equipment, asthma was difficult to cure.
In most cases, doctors can only use drugs to suppress their illness.
Asthma was a terminal disease in ancient times.
His heart trembled slightly, and he glanced at Huo Ju. "Is there no cure?"
"We still need two more medicines to induce the disease." Huo Ju replied without changing his expression, "For now, we can only temporarily delay the condition."
"We have a folk remedy there that is very effective in treating asthma, Mr. Huo..."
Those eyes came all over again.
"What's the remedy?" Huo Ju asked eagerly, his eyes dimming again, "If it's not convenient for you to tell me, then...it's okay."
Ignoring those prying eyes, Yang Xi looked at Murong Yun: "Do you have paper and pen?"
"nature."
At this moment, the celebrity immediately prepared paper and ink.
Squeezing the brush in her hand, a trace of hesitation flashed across her face.
Yanyu stood up and looked at her with a hint of anger. "If you don't want to help, no one will force you."
Yang Xi rolled her eyes at him and curled her lips and said, "I'm just not used to using a writing brush. I'm afraid the handwriting will look ugly and Mr. Huo won't be able to understand it."
Finally, he muttered again: "What a villain."
Suddenly, several almost inaudible coughs came from everywhere.
Yan Yu blushed and was about to get angry, but under Murong Yun's stern gaze, he was unwilling but had to swallow his anger and sit back in his seat.
No one paid any attention to him anymore. Murong Yun looked at Yang Xi and said softly: "Then what kind of pen do you usually use?"
There are all kinds of pens made from exotic hairs and stones in the house, and there is always one suitable for her. However, she saw her red lips slightly parted and said crisply: