Murong Yichuan watched intently as if he obediently drank a small bowl of ginseng chicken soup, he hurriedly picked up the handkerchief placed on the side and carefully helped him wipe off the remaining oil stains on his mouth, and his eyes were reluctant to move away for a moment, but he still maintained a lukewarm attitude towards him, which made Yichuan feel palpitations, but at this time, he had no choice, who let himself hurt her last night, then he should put up with all her bad temper, just endure it, but it is by no means connivance, Murong Yichuan's dictionary does not have the word connivance, There is a limit to patience, but connivance is different, patience is not to completely let go of the other party, but connivance can completely let go, whether it is for Ximen Ruoxuan or Wanruo, Murong Yichuan's love is measured, it must be within the range of his own bearing, and the rules of a qiē must be controlled by him. Great literature

As if she had eaten something, her face looked slightly better, but her mood was still very bad, although she was receiving this Murong Yichuan's wholehearted care, but her heart knot still couldn't be opened, she really couldn't forgive him like this, she really couldn't do it.

"I'll help you rest." Murong Yichuan looked at it gently, as if it was dodging his eyes, and said softly.

As if shaking his head, he faintly refused; "No need, I've been lying down for most of the day, my bones are going to fall apart, you don't have to worry about me, you are busy with yours." It was as if he was facing the gentle-looking man on the other side in a posture that was thousands of miles away from the other party. Great literature

Murong Yichuan faced the coldness that seemed to be cold, and his heart suddenly tightened, but his face was vaguely tender.

It was as if she slowly got up from her chair, and then walked around the room at will, the room was big enough for her to walk for a while, she didn't have any strength now, and every step seemed so difficult.

It seems to subconsciously look at the vase on the table of the tall eight immortals, there is a brand new red plum in the vase, the one they went out together to get back a few days ago looked a little withered yesterday, as if she was still thinking that it should be completely sticky today, but when she saw the spot red plum in the vase, her heart warmed up, like a hand gently pinched the delicate branches of the red plum, she subconsciously bricked, and then saw Murong Yichuan sitting in the distance and looking at herself quietly, with a pair of eyes that permeated a trace of tenderness.

It seems to be such a woman, a woman who is very easy to satisfy, a leaf, a flower can move her, this is her weakness, all men who really love her know this, Zhongli Wenjun in the past, and Murong Yichuan is even more so.

It is like kissing the tender red plum petals gently, a faint fragrance enters the heart and spleen, although this cold plum is fragrant, but there is a trace of bitterness in the fragrance, just like the tenacity and fragrance of Aimei, and I love the faint bitterness that penetrates behind her fragrance, it seems to be herself, a qiē looks very beautiful, but who can know the pain in the heart?

"How long will it take to get this flower?" As if pointing to the red plum and whispering to the man not far away, there was a little joy in her tone. Great literature

Murong Yichuan was naturally proud, "When you were still asleep, what's wrong?" There was that smugness in King Fu's words, and he was sure that he had been forgiven by her little by little.

"Not really, I'm just asking." The tone of voice regained that indifference and coldness.

It's like playing with flowers for a while, but I feel bored, but it's still early, and I don't want to lie on the bed, it's better to find something to do, so as to pass this boring time, if it's in the palace, it's good to have Ping'er and a few of them to accompany you, but here, hey!

As if coming to King Fu step by step, she coldly snatched the book from King Fu's hand and looked down; I didn't even know any of the words on it, it seemed to be similar to the font on the letter that Zhongli wrote last time.

"What kind of text is this? How do I not recognize it? "It's like a random line of words in a book.

Fu Wang Dao; "Of course you don't recognize it, this is Xianbeiwen."

"It turns out that Xianbeiwen looks like this, what do you think of this? What kind of book is this? She is a person who is very curious about new things, she heard that this Xianbei text has been gradually lost in the Central Plains with Yang Jian's unification of the Sui Dynasty, how can Murong Yichuan have the number of Xianbei characters here, and she is very puzzled.

King Fu saw that Wanruo's attitude towards himself was much better, so he took this opportunity to stretch out his hand and pull Wanruo into his arms, as if he wanted to struggle, but Fuwang's hugged her tightly, as if he simply didn't struggle, and getting close to him didn't mean forgiving him.

"This is the secret history of Xianbei, why are you interested?" King Fu pointed to the four big characters on the cover of the book.

As if blinking his eyes, "I'm not interested, I remember the last time Zhongli Pony wrote you an official letter in this font, right?" ”

King Fu nodded.

"How do you all recognize this font?" As if asking curiously, a trace of agility flew between his eyebrows.

King Fu pinched Wanruo's chin, grinning as if in pain; "What are you doing?" As if protesting.

"You've got too many questions." King Fu gritted his teeth. He didn't like his women to always get to the bottom of him, his patience was limited, and he didn't like to talk to Wanru about Zhongli Wenjun, so he hurriedly stopped her questioning.

It's like pouting, muttering in a low voice If you don't say it, don't say it, who is rare.

If she wants to escape from the palm of King Fu's hand as she speaks, where can King Fu let her escape; He looked at it evilly, holding it in a long voice; "It's so easy to run beautiful."

"You're so domineering." It's as if he lowered his head and bit the back of King Fu's hand fiercely, so as to relieve his "hatred in his heart"

King Fu looked at Wanru with an evil face, "Domineering is because of love, how many times have I said it, why don't you have a long memory!" Next time, change some fresh words to show my love for you, just listening to one word is too boring. ”

As if he had lifted the Xianbei Secret History in King Fu's hand, he slapped King Fu's chest hard, "What kind of logic are you?" ”

"My name is ** love logic." King Fu smiled proudly.

The two of them are so big and noisy, as if they have returned to the good old days.