At first, when he learned the news that she had died in a foreign land, he collapsed for a while. It wasn't until he came to Beijing that the King of Nanling took control of the power, and everything was rife with chaos. This made him react and put away his grief-stricken emotions.
I would like to place my memory of her on the Yao Qin, and hope that she will remember the man who played the Qin for her day and night...
"Don't you believe it? What I said is true. I also wanted to bring you good things when I was in Tianche." Chunyu Zijin nodded pretending to be serious.
Okay, she admitted that she was lying. After she arrived in Tianche, she saw Mr. Lan Xiang and threw Murong Chuan out of the sky. In fact, she didn't abandon him. They were close friends to begin with. What's the point of abandoning him?
Don’t abandon it![
"Where's that thing?" Murong Chuan didn't care so much. He walked closer and spread his hands ready to ask for something.
Chunyu Zijin started to touch around on his body, but after a while, he couldn't find anything. He could only smile and said, "Um... I forgot to bring it with me. I will bring it to you tomorrow... um..."
Before she finished speaking, she was hugged tightly by Murong Chuan. He closed his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "Fortunately... you are fine... you are alive, as long as you are alive, Zijin."
Ugh! Damn it, she was suffocated to death!
Chunyu Zijin's face hit Murong Chuan's chest hard, and she was secretly resentful in her heart. It turned out that this guy also had breast muscles. For so many years, she thought that Murong Chuan was a weak scholar.
Lan Qingruo's eyes were dim, and only her slightly rising chest and fingers that were clenched so painfully revealed her emotions.
At this moment, he wanted to rush up and kick Murong Chuan away, then pull Chunyu Zijin over and give him a good scolding.
No, no, the little sense left kept repeating this instruction to him.
Finally, when Chunyu Zijin was about to suffocate to death, Murong Chuan let go of her.
As soon as she came into contact with the fresh air, Chunyu Zijin took a deep breath. If she held it in for a while, she might not be able to see the sun tomorrow.
After a long time, he finally regained his breath. He saw Murong Chuan patting him repeatedly, so Hei asked with a stern face: "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Dirty!" Murong Chuan answered Chunyu Zijin's greeting with one word. As if he could not see Chunyu Zijin's trembling face at all, he continued to pat the non-existent dust on his body.
Ahhh! This guy with mysophobia has not changed at all. Fortunately, she really thought he was worried about her just now, bastard! Chunyu Zijin roared fiercely and resentfully in his heart.
It's a pity that when Murong Chuan learned that Chunyu Zijin was still alive, his long-suppressed mood instantly returned to normal, and his old habits returned.
After a while, Murong Chuan said: "You came to me like this today, I'm afraid you didn't come to reminisce about the past, right?"
She had guessed it! She just said that Murong Chuan was extremely intelligent and obviously had the talent to manage the world, but it was a pity that he was hiding in this dirty fireworks alley.
She had recommended Murong Chuan before, but she didn't want this guy to refuse directly and refuse to leave the brothel. I really don't know how he, a mysophobic person, could stand the smoky atmosphere here.
"You have already guessed it, why bother asking me?" Chunyu Zijin smiled and blinked, and playfully slapped Murong Chuan on the shoulder twice with his paw, and was satisfied to see a look of disgust on Murong Chuan's face.