"Hehe, it's this king's clumsy eyes, and he mistook the mandarin duck for a duck, and I hope Miss An will forgive me!" Song Mohan listened to An Yiran's words and learned that he had mistaken the mandarin duck embroidery on the sachet, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but he still pretended to be calm and didn't let An Yiran see that he was not calm.

"It's okay, Ran'er is already a clumsy embroiderer, and it is common for His Highness to mistake the mandarin duck embroidery on this for a duck." An Yiran lowered her eyebrows and smiled, her eyes flashed with light, her heart was a little uneasy, and she didn't dare to look at Song Mohan.

"Miss An's heart, this king understands it, and will definitely treasure it." Song Mohan happily put away the sachet, his heart was haunted by a faint affection, although he was still a little wooden about his feelings, and he didn't realize that he was already in love.

He has never been interested in any woman, and An Yiran is the first girl he truly appreciates.

Since that day he and her first met her in the city of Beijing, he was deeply attracted by her bravery, and at that moment, she left a good impression in his heart, but he had always thought about it from the perspective of pure appreciation for girls, but never in terms of the love between men and women.

"Eighth Highness, Ran'er will send you here, you go slowly!" An Yiran whispered softly to Song Mohan, showing the demeanor of everyone's ladies to the extreme.

Song Mohan looked at her delicate face intently, unconsciously attracted by her pure big eyes, and his eyes showed a faint warmth.

"Thank you Miss Ann for your kindness, this king will come to visit another day." Song Mohan didn't dare to delay much because he had important things to do at this time.

Although he also wanted to stay a little longer and get along with An Yiran more, due to actual helplessness, the two could only say goodbye in a hurry.

An Yiran sent Song Mohan away, there was still a residual warmth of joy in her heart, she stared at his distant back, her eyes were full of nostalgia.

She never thought that she would be able to see Song Mohan again and share lunch with him, which she would not dare to ask for no matter what.

An Yiran was overjoyed at this time, and turned around and returned to the courtyard with brisk steps.

When she stepped into the courtyard, she saw Song Moyu standing not far in front of her.

He was straight, his hands crossed in front of his chest, staring at An Yiran expressionlessly, and his eyes contained a deep meaning.

An Yiran was stared at by Song Moyu, and she cleverly guessed that Song Moyu had discovered that she had a different kind of affection for Song Mohan.

An Yiran stood in place a little dazed, hesitantly thinking about whether she should take a step forward.

She knew that if she faced Song Moyu directly, she would definitely be scolded by him for cynicism, and she knew that her status was not worthy of Song Mohan.

However, she still had other doubts in her heart, thinking that the two were both princes, why were their personalities so different?

Song Moyu has a dark belly on the surface, but in fact she is kind in her heart, she always has a look of indifference on her face, and her personality is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, but she is always harsh on her, so that when she faces him, she always feels breathless.

And Song Mohan himself exudes a gentle and elegant temperament, with a gentle and approachable personality, polite and extremely friendly in conversation.

Compared with the two, An Yiran's heart is obviously inclined to the latter, after all, what girl in this world is not willing to indulge in tender affection?

Song Moyu saw An Yiran staying motionless in place, his eyes were a little dull, he raised his feet and took the initiative to approach her, frowned, and asked in a gentle tone: "Do you like Mohan?" ”

"Nope! How dare I like His Royal Highness? "Ann? Yi Ran looked a little panicked at this time, and hurriedly denied it.

"You can't deceive people when you look at Mo Han, it's a loving gaze." Song Moyu ruthlessly told An Yiran's thoughts.

An Yiran's mood was not calm at this time, she didn't dare to admit it but didn't dare to deny it anymore, she lowered her head weakly, her eyes were erratic, and she defended herself with far-fetched reasons: "I...... I'm just grateful for His Royal Highness Eighth for his help in Beijing a few days ago. ”

"Oh? Why didn't I, the savior, have this treatment? What you get is only your rivalry, and if someone helps, you can be treated with sincerity and a token of affection. Song Moyu continued to sneer at An Yiran, with some faint resentment and sourness in his tone.

"That...... That is not a token of love, it is just my belongings, that is, it is a gift to His Royal Highness. An Yiran looked flustered and defended incoherently.

"You're so eccentric! This king and Mo Han are both your saviors, but they are treated so differently. Song Moyu deliberately pretended to have a serious expression and continued to scare her.

"I... I..." An Yiran lowered her head in a panic, her hand clenched her dress tightly, her palms sweated slightly, and her mind kept spinning how to explain all this.

She pondered for a moment and muttered, "Won't I just stay here to repay my kindness?" Isn't it just to sweep the floor and copy books every day, and to accept your revenge with patience? ”

"What did you say?" Song Moyu actually heard An Yiran's muttering, but he pretended not to hear clearly, squinted his eyes and approached her with a domineering attitude.

"No... Not... I'm just talking nonsense. An Yiran didn't dare to annoy him anymore, and hurriedly waved his hand to overturn his whispered complaint just now.

She still has to rely on him to find her missing mother, but she can't offend her again, otherwise giving her ten lives will not be enough for him to retaliate and torture, and now she has remembered the lesson.

Song Moyu just wanted to scare and tease her, and didn't really want to crusade against her, when Su Qianli hinted at him, although he was surprised, he also knew it in his heart, and roughly understood the love of the girl's family.

However, he is also well aware of the helplessness of secular class identity, just like he and Su Qianli love but can't show it, as a royal child, he has endless self-help.

An Yiran was born in a merchant family, and her family status was not high, so she generally did not have the opportunity to marry the royal children......

Thinking of this, Song Moyu couldn't help but want to mention her, he coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and said earnestly: "There is nothing wrong with you being happy with Mohan, but you have to understand that the marriage of royal children has always been inautonomous, even if you are happy with each other, you should know how to go forward in the future." ”

"What does Your Highness mean by this?" An Yiran listened to Song Moyu's suggestion, her expression showed a subtle reaction, she raised her head to meet Song Moyu's dark eyes, and asked calmly.

"To be cruel, the marriage of the royal children is given by the emperor's order, so even if Mo Han likes you, he will face involuntarily, this king wants to advise you, don't fall too deep, so as not to be sad and sad in the future." Song Moyu straightforwardly explained the helplessness of reality to her, and really thought about her.

In fact, why doesn't she understand these truths?

From the very beginning, she didn't dare to ask for too much, she only kept in mind the kindness he gave to help that day, and she was bent on waiting for the future to know the kindness, and never thought that she could fall in love with Song Mohan.

However, his gentleness had already fallen to her, and the sprout of love had been planted on the day she first saw him......

She has been very careful to control her affection for him, but no matter what, she can't stop her heart from liking him.

Since the day they met in Beijing, she fell in love with him at first sight.

Song Moyu saw An Yiran's face with a lost look, silent and entangled, he sighed deeply, and said in a gentle tone: "You still need to figure this matter out by yourself, I won't talk about it anymore, you can do it yourself!" ”

When he was about to step out of the courtyard door, An Yiran, who had stayed in place and was stunned, called out to him, and responded in a humble tone: "Ran'er Xie His Royal Highness mentioned something, and he also knew that his identity was not worthy of His Eighth Highness, so he never dared to hope to be in love with him." ”

"It's good that you can figure it out, in fact, you are not bad in yourself, but everything is the helplessness of reality, I have been in the palace for many years, and I have seen too much ruthlessness!" Song Moyu saw An Yiran listen to his words, and he was instantly relieved.

But the next moment, he was faced with a speechlessness.

"But Ran'er still wants to take the liberty of asking, His Royal Highness likes Sister Ali, but he also has endless helplessness, why don't you let her go?"

Song Moyu pondered for a while, his expression gradually became solemn, he frowned and replied leisurely: "This king has his own plans, and keeping Ah Li by his side is the best arrangement at present. ”

An Yiran's face showed a trace of puzzlement, she couldn't figure out how Song Moyu was calculating, she was only upset for Su Qianli, in fact, she could see that Song Moyu didn't dare to let Su Qianli stand by his side openly.

"Your Highness, Ran Er's courage is a word, Sister Ali has a huge disparity in identity with you, and your future is as difficult as me and His Royal Highness Eight, but you kept her by your side, but you hid her in this Beijing suburb courtyard to meet secretly, have you ever thought about Sister Ali's situation? What will the world think of her? ”

An Yiran completely forgot the advice she had just given to herself in her heart: not to annoy him.

"There are some things you don't understand." Song Moyu did not answer An Yiran's question directly, but replied in a helpless tone.

"Maybe, I don't understand what you are thinking, but I am only worried about Sister Ali, she is a wonderful woman, silently paying a lot for you, but only because of her tragic background, she can't show up with you in front of people, but have you ever thought about it? In the future, you will finally accept the emperor's order to marry, and the official woman who matches your status will become your imperial concubine, she will definitely not be able to tolerate Sister Ali, at that time, what situation should you put Sister Ali in? ”

An Yiran's courage has grown, and she sharply and bluntly said that Song Moyu has always had worries in her heart.

In fact, why didn't he think about these questions? But he couldn't accept being separated from Su Qianli, so he could only take one step at a time, but fortunately, Su Qianli was willing to stay by his side.

And An Yiran is different, after getting along for a few days, she and Su Qianli have become sisters, and they will naturally be upset by the grievances she suffered.

Although she had forgotten that she had committed such a rude offense at this time, the consequences would be serious, and she would not be able to make up for it even if she copied more books.

Song Moyu didn't respond to An Yiran's question, he stared at An Yiran's stubborn gaze with complicated eyes for a long time, his face gradually darkened, and he turned away with a dark face.

An Yiran stood in place and stared blankly at Song Moyu's angry back for a long time before she gradually regained her senses.

She suddenly came back to her senses, and realized that she had just spoken disrespectfully, and then she trembled unconsciously, and faintly screamed in her heart: Oops! With Song Moyu's temperament, I am afraid that her life in this Beijing suburb courtyard will be even more difficult in the future!

An Yiran thought endlessly with regret, since she left Xizhou without authorization, this mother-finding plan has not yet been officially implemented, but it has already caused a lot of trouble, delaying many opportunities and days to find her mother.