Standing up in a daze, the boat shook violently, and the water surface violently stirred up waves, like her heart fluctuating: "What do you know 1 Murong Qian got up slowly, stretched out his hands to hold her shoulders, and helped her sit down calmly: "Qingchen, I know everything!" All about you! Xun Qingchen was uneasy and shook his head in disbelief: "No! 1 "I forgot to tell you that during the three months when I was grounded, my father sent a gentleman to teach me Wenmo. Murong Qian looked at Hun Qingchen, "Hanlin Academy's attendant lecturer-Mo Sheng 1" Brother Mo? A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and in an instant, he gradually sank, replaced by unspeakable sorrow, "He actually accepted you as an apprentice!" He didn't say...... "In this life, he won't accept any more apprentices!" "There are many princes, do you know why he would accept me as an apprentice?" Xun Qingchen recalled the conversation between her and Murong Qian in the carriage on the day of the Lantern Festival, and said with a smile: "Maybe, you are talented...... Indeed, 1 "This is only one aspect! Murong raised his eyebrows, "There is another side!" "Grand Master Murong, you really don't forget to boast about yourself at any time!" Xun Qingchen sighed helplessly and shook his head gently, "You say, what is the other side?" "The antidote to Flame Kick!" "The antidote to Flame Kick?" Murong Qian looked at the water-cutting pupils of the light dust, and there was a hint of joy that could not be concealed in shock. He paddled a trace of loss in his heart, didn't look over, shook the oars vigorously, and let out a dull "um" in the white waves of the boat's oar. Thinking of what happened a few days ago, he didn't feel dumbfounded: "Brother Mo, he, is actually for me 1" Mr. Mo, he just doesn't want to owe you anymore! Murong endured it and threw down the oar, "All along, he has regarded you as a sister!" After all, he still informed Hu Qingchen of Mo Sheng's entrusting words. Hu Qingchen opened his cut-water autumn pupils and stared at Murong Qian. "Qingchen, in Mo Sheng's heart, there is only one Lan Lan!" Murong Qian's voice floated gently with the wind, like a thunderclap in her dream! What Murong Qian said, Hun Qingchen didn't know in his heart. All along, she didn't want to pretend to be asleep, she just couldn't wake up. If someone wakes her up, it will not be a relief, but it is a relief torn off the flesh and skin. Hun Qingchen opened his eyes vigorously, struggling to hold the swirling tears. Murong Qian's face gradually blurred, and she trembled her throat and said: "I, I know ......" In the haze, a soft lip covered it, stopping her words. The accumulated tears burst out of his eyes in an instant, slid down the corners of his eyes, and were engraved on the soul lock mole, boiling hot into his heart. Her eyes opened blankly, her head buzzed, and suddenly it went blank, only her heart beating, which shook her heart one after another. She couldn't believe that Murong Qian actually kissed her! She tried to push him away, but her hand hung in the air and didn't move. Murong Qian's kiss trembled slightly, and gradually began to heat up, like peach blossoms on the branches of March, blooming on the tip of the tongue one after another, gorgeous to the extreme. Hun Qingchen's face slowly floated crimson, her hands gently fell on Murong Qian's shoulders, and her eyes, in the endless spring, slowly closed. She can't escape this peach blossom catastrophe in the end! "Qingchen, whatever you want, I will give it to you!"