Chapter 471

Xiaotao looked at murongchen suspiciously and suddenly thought of those strange people outside.

Is this son from the capital the target of the people in black?

Otherwise, why do they give up a good inn in the middle of the night and have to go camping in the wilderness?

……

Xiaotao is a loyal protector. The more she thinks about it, the more terrible she feels. She quietly pulls Su Qinghuan's hand and thinks her voice is very low and won't be heard by others.

"Miss, are you sure this man is the son of Murong? What if he is a liar? Miss, don't think a handsome man won't cheat. Look at the flying before. Now I'm angry when I think about it."

Su Qinghuan burst into laughter when she heard Xiaotao's words.

She looked curiously at murongchen, but saw the man staring at herself.

Murongchen is a martial artist. It's estimated that murongchen can still hear Xiaotao.

But murongchen just picked his eyebrows and looked at her without comment.

……

I guess he's never been so suspicious in his life.

Su Qinghuan thought more and more funny. She took Xiaotao's hand and coughed.

"Peach, don't worry."

Only then did Su Qinghuan know what desolation was.

Murongchen did not care.

They found a broken temple and stationed it.

……

[replace after one hour]

"Xiaotao, this is the prince from Kyoto. I met him at Governor Liu's residence before. He also wants to go back to the capital. We'll go together then."

"Miss... Can't he live with us?"

Although Xiaotao hasn't read many books, the concept of men's and women's defense is still there. She's almost stunned.

"If we don't live together, we'll start right away."

Originally I planned to stay in this inn for one night, but now I'm going to leave immediately. Who makes it inappropriate to stay here for a long time?

Su Qinghuan was worried.

"Ah?! go now?"

Xiaotao was even more surprised.

But murongchen was very calm.

"Miss peach, I have nothing to do with your young lady. My team is nearby and happens to be a companion."

Xiaotao is really too smart. "

The man looked at Su Qinghuan with fixed eyes.

And Su Qinghuan smiled without self modesty to help the woman. The best choice must be the daughter of gaomen. "

Su Qinghuan has explained the truth very thoroughly. The princes of all dynasties are not scrambling to marry a woman who can consolidate the imperial power?

And when we have settled down, we must worry about the interference of our relatives in politics and wantonly suppress the Yi family of the Queen's mother family.

So when you think about it carefully, there are more disputes in the harem, so there are countless waves even in the previous dynasty.

Su Qinghuan never considered wading in such muddy water.

……

"What should I do? I really like you now."

No one has ever told Mu Rongchen this clearly.

Even this truth, murongchen knows better than anyone.

He inevitably looked at the girl with a trace of regret. Seeing her eyes flowing, there was a secret desire taking root in a corner of his heart.

He does crave power.

I never thought I would want a woman at the same time.

In front of his eyes, murongchen most scoffed at the fact that people who love beauty bow their hands to the mountains and rivers.

But now murongchen suddenly understood that the appearance of some people is so unreasonable, and even can make you shake your original ideas.

Of course, it's just shaking.

……

Su Qinghuan bent her lips slightly. She was a little thirsty. She simply sat down and poured a glass of water for murongchen and herself.

"Shizi, as you can see, it may be better for us to take what we need. As your counselors, we will be happier with each other. What's the advantage of becoming a pair of resentment partners in the future?"

"You're right."

Murongchen nodded, and the young man looked at the cup handed by Su Qinghuan with a little sadness.

He drank it all in one gulp.

"This tea... Tastes worse."

"After all, it's just a country town. Of course, it can't compare with the famous products that the prince drank in the capital."

……

Su Qinghuan looked at murongchen's slightly bleeding shoulder and suddenly thought of business.

"After talking for so long, I almost forgot that you were hurt. Shall I help you with the medicine?"

"... OK."

Murongchen is not used to strange women being so close.

When Su Qinghuan stood on his side with gold sore medicine, murongchen more clearly smelled the faint cold plum aroma on the woman, as if it was going to drill into his lungs.

The man's eyes changed slightly. He never restrained the idea in his heart.

But looking at the girl's serious eyebrows, he was reluctant to hurt her.

If a woman like Su Qinghuan is really trapped in three palaces and six courtyards, she is afraid that it is equivalent to a bird being imprisoned in a gold wire cage. She is afraid that she will never be able to regain her flexible posture of spreading her wings in the future.

……

Murongchen's eyebrows and eyes sank slightly.

Su Qinghuan didn't notice the change of the man's expression. She took the golden sore powder and sprinkled it on murongchen's wound little by little.

"Bear with it first. It's estimated that it will hurt a little. When you have scabs in two days, you'll feel much better."

She seriously drugged the man, because she had just bathed, and her hair was still half loose. At the moment, as soon as she lowered her head, there was a chance that the naughty hair fell on the man's shoulder.

Some slight itching.

Compared with the pain, what is more real is the strange touch of Su Qinghuan's hair ribbon.

Murongchen was at a loss.

His thin lips closed tighter.

Su Qinghuan thought he was forced to endure the pain.

She thought for a moment and took out a preserver she had brought from Dongcheng.

"I don't know whether you eat sweets or not. This candied fruit is delicious and can relieve your pain."

“……”

Looking at Su Qinghuan's posture of coaxing the child, murongchen lost his smile.

"Do you treat me like a child?"

He didn't like sugar at a very young age.

And Su Qinghuan's eyebrows.

"Don't you want it? I'll eat it myself..."

Su Qinghuan's voice didn't fall, but he saw the man snatch the preserves from her hand.

"Yes."

An irrefutable tone.

The man's thin lips opened slightly and suddenly put the preserves into his mouth.

Su Qinghuan was speechless.

He also said that he was not a young child. How much better is this behavior than a three-year-old child?

Childish.

……

Just as they were talking, Xiao Tao, a servant girl who had gone to buy food, just pushed the door in.

Xiaotao is a big trumpet. Before he steps in, his voice is louder than ever.

"Miss! You don't know that there are many strange people under the building. I was a little scared when I first entered the inn, which almost spilled my wonton..."

As soon as Xiaotao raised his eyes, he saw the handsome young man sitting on the red sandalwood chair.

"Er... Miss, who is this childe?"

Some of her throat was dry. She just felt that the handsome scholars written in the script could not compare with this person's style.

Wait

It seems more strange for a young lady to share a room with a young man?!

……

Su Qinghuan was afraid that Xiaotao would shout. She hurried over and closed the door.

Nor did he avoid murongchen's identity.