Lan Qingruo, who was standing beside him, was quite puzzled. The scene of the two of them disliked him, causing the pain in his heart to disappear inexplicably.
Murong Chuan took out a handkerchief and wiped the place on her shoulder that had been patted by Chunyu Zijin just now. She knew her taboos and always liked to touch them. It was really annoying.
However, the voice in my heart was smiling and saying that Chunyu Zijin was safe and sound, it was so good.
After wiping his shoulders, he took out a roster from under the body of the piano he had just brushed, handed it to Chunyu Zijin, and said lightly: "This thing should be useful to you."
Chunyu Zijin took it and looked at it, and immediately smiled. The words were clearly written, and it was even more detailed than the information provided by Qingshi.[
It is truly a place for fireworks and willow alleys, and everything needs to be more comprehensive.
"If I don't come, what do you plan to deal with this thing?" Chunyu Zijin suddenly thought of a question and asked casually.
"Burn it, just pretend that nothing has happened. Murong Chuan will always be Murong Chuan in the fireworks and willow alley. The national hatred and family hatred have nothing to do with me." Murong Chuan was silent for a moment, and then said.
Chunyu Zijin immediately put this thing in her arms, and she believed Murong Chuan could definitely do it.
This guy didn't know how to send someone to protect her. What if she really died?
Chunyu Zijin seemed to have forgotten that when she left Shuoyue, she strongly asked Murong Chuan not to follow him, and even the people who were protecting him were not allowed to be sent.
"I heard the news that you plan to marry Tianche's prime minister, but did you succeed?" Murong Chuan asked, his fingers tightened when he pinched the teacup. This action just rightly covered his nervousness.
When talking about this, Chunyu Zijin couldn't help but sigh, Qingruo, do you know that I am no longer in Tianche, and where are you? Did you miss me once...
The loneliness flashed across Chunyu Zijin's face made both men frown. Murong Chuan's throat rolled, and he wanted to ask again but was afraid that he would know the answer.
But Lan Qingruo's eyes were slightly closed. How would she evaluate him? Lan Qingruo didn't know that he would care so much about what Chunyu Zijin was about to say at this time. The silence between the three made the whole room even more nervous.
Qingshi stood beside Chunyu Zijin without saying a word. Regarding that man, Qingshi didn't know how to comment on him. If he said he didn't love the princess, why was he willing to exchange his life for the princess's life? If he loved it, then
Why did you do something that hurts the princess?
Isn’t love just a simple way to be happy and happy for two people? Why does it involve so much harm? She doesn’t understand.
Chunyu Zijin put away the lonely expression on her face, her eyes gradually became brighter, she grinned and said with a smile: "That's right, the prime minister has agreed long ago. When the matter here is finished, I will marry him. By then
You must remember to be the emcee of this palace..."
Nonsense! Lan Qingruo said in his heart that the feeling of tension and anxiety just now disappeared in an instant, and a hanging heart fell back into his stomach. The peaceful and stable feeling made him feel very comfortable.
But, the next moment, she became lonely again, and she could do this again when she went back to find him. After this incident, he didn't know whether he died or lived. In the whole life, they were just destined to be together...