An Yiran saw that Song Moyu was deep in thought, and she didn't react for a while, she thought to herself: Could it be that she knocked him stupid?

"Your Highness, Your Highness......" She raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, calling several times.

Song Moyu came back to his senses at this time, put on an indifferent expression, stared at An Yiran and asked, "What are you doing sneakily in this dining room so late at night?" ”

"You're sneaky! I was so scared that I almost lost my soul, and I couldn't even eat noodles! An Yiran lowered her head and murmured aggrievedly.

"What did you say?" Song Moyu didn't hear An Yiran's whispered complaints, but he understood that it was definitely not a good word, he raised his eyebrows, flashed dark pupils, and glared at her a few times dissatisfied.

"It's nothing, I mean it's because you came to the dining room so late." As soon as An Yiran said this, she felt that it was inappropriate, and she changed to another tone with a strong desire to survive: "No, no, it's not thanks to you, it's that this girl is clumsy and copied the book too late, so she didn't have time to eat dinner, and now I'm a little hungry......"

As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that water was still boiling in the pot on the stove.

At this moment, she didn't care about maintaining everyone's beautiful rules and etiquette in front of Song Moyu, so she hurried to the stove, and without hesitation, she reached out to pick up the crown of the kettle, but a burst of water vapor in the pot instantly surged upward, burning her hands painfully.

She couldn't help the hot pain in her hand, and immediately let go of the kettle crown in her hand, causing the kettle crown to fall to the stove with a "bang", and then slid to the ground, just hitting An Yiran's foot.

"Shhh An Yiran screamed in pain with an instant expression, endured the double pain on her feet and hands, and froze in place at a loss.

"Are you stupid? Such a hot thing hits it so much! Song Moyu scolded anxiously, quickly approached her, and lowered his head to carefully inspect the injuries on her feet and hands.

After he confirmed that her feet were fine, he grabbed her arm without saying a word, led her to the wooden barrel by the door outside the dining room, leaned over and picked up the scoop in the wooden barrel and scooped up the water and poured it on the burned place on her hand, to cool down her wound and remove the hot pain.

An Yiran endured the faint pain in the burn on her hand, and looked at Song Moyu with a dull gaze as she carefully lowered the heat of the wound for her.

She suddenly found that he also had such a warm side, don't look at him always putting on a high-minded appearance towards her on weekdays, showing domineering and black-bellied, but at critical times, he was still very enthusiastic about her.

"Wait a minute, this king will go find some burn ointment." Song Moyu finished cooling down the burns on her hands, so he left her and walked in the direction of the front hall alone.

An Yiran stood in place and was stunned, and some emotion rose inexplicably in her heart, maybe she was used to being suppressed by him on weekdays, and a trace of his tenderness could melt her heart, but reason told her that she could not fall like this, after all, no matter how tender the beast was, it would eat people.

In the small courtyard outside the dining room

An Yiran and Song Moyu sat on the edge of the stone platform together, he carefully applied the medicine to her, she stared at his action of applying the medicine intently, and neither of them said a word.

Such a harmonious scene is the first time since the two met, and even An Yiran has an illusion, feeling that Song Moyu is actually an extremely warm-hearted gentleman, but sometimes he is harsh on her.

"As a girl, what kind of body is it to be so reckless?" Song Moyu drugged her, and didn't forget to count her.

"This girl was so panicked just now, that's why she didn't pay attention." An Yiran retorted with some grievances.

"Don't you know that when the water in this pot boils, the steam is extremely hot?" Song Moyu frowned, glared at her helplessly, and sighed in his heart: She is really a stupid daughter with nothing to show for it!

"I'm sure I didn't know the water in this pot would be so hot when it boiled! I hadn't cooked a meal before, and I just barely went into battle because I was too hungry to go into battle, and I thought I would cook some pasta to fill my stomach, but who knew that this happened? An Yiran argued dejectedly.

"You don't understand anything, and you dare to enter Beijing without permission, you are really bold!" After Song Moyu gave her the medicine, he scolded her a few more words, and then got up and walked into the dining room.

An Yiran pursed her lips, stared at Song Moyu's back with grievances, and also got up and followed him into the dining room.

When she walked into the dining room, she was surprised to find that Song Moyu was actually cooking pasta in charge, she was instantly surprised, she didn't expect that the noble prince also knew how to cook!

"Your Highness, you actually know how to cook pasta?" An Yiran's eyes widened and she asked with a shocked face.

"As a prince, you still need to know some of the most basic survival skills." Song Moyu carefully cooked the noodles in the pot, and after a while, the hot and fragrant smell in the pot came out, which made An Yiran suddenly have a full appetite, and couldn't wait to taste the food in the pot.

This is the pasta cooked by the most noble prince in Nanyue, and now that he is fortunate to taste it, An Yiran feels that he has no regrets in his life, and all kinds of complaints against him in his heart gradually disappear.

The two sat on the stone platform in the courtyard and enjoyed the noodles cooked by Song Moyu himself.

In such a quiet night, it seems extremely peaceful and harmonious, the sporadic light and moonlight in the night sky are soft, and the fragrance of night begonia flowers wafts in the courtyard, which is refreshing.

"Your Highness, in fact, you are a good gentleman who is generous and kind, and you must be a good husband in the future!" An Yiran was halfway through eating noodles, and suddenly raised her head and looked directly at Song Moyu and praised from the bottom of her heart.

"So what? The royal children have always been involuntarily, and being kind will only be trampled on. Song Moyu sighed a little sadly.

As long as he thinks of his situation in the palace since he was a child, he feels that people must become strong, otherwise everyone will step on it when they see it.

Although he is glamorous on the surface and has a noble status, few people know what kind of life he lived in his childhood.

As the only prince of today's saint, he was snubbed by his father, and he was not valued since he was a child, and the position of the prince and the imperial power in the future are afraid that he has no chance with him, if it were not for his mother and a strong maternal support, I am afraid that he will not even be able to seal the title of Donglin King now.

In fact, he has long looked down on the imperial power, and it doesn't matter, the throne is something like that, it doesn't matter, it's even more involuntary to sit on it, it's better to be a carefree and idle prince.

"That's why Your Highness, you often put on a posture that no one is allowed to enter? In fact, I can see that you are a kind-hearted person, otherwise you wouldn't have come to my rescue when I met a bandit, right? An Yiran rarely talked to Song Moyu calmly at this time.

"To tell you the truth, there is a reason why I saved you." Song Moyu pondered for a while and told the truth.

"Why?" An Yiran stopped eating noodles in her hand, looked at him seriously and asked.

"You should still remember that a month and a half ago, Chang Feng and I went to Xizhou Anfu to visit your mother, right?" Song Moyu felt that this was the time to tell An Yiran the truth.

"Remember, how? Your Highness, do you have my mother's whereabouts? Was she left in the palace? When An Yiran heard this, her expression instantly became nervous.

"That day, I went to Xizhou Anfu to visit your mother, in fact, I asked her to ask her to meet my grandmother in the palace, but your mother did not agree that day, but the next day she took the initiative to go to Xizhou Inn to inform her that she decided to enter Beijing."

Song Moyu said, paused for a moment, trying to recall all these things in his mind, and then he cleared his mind and continued: "That day, Chang Feng and I still had some things to do in Xizhou, so your mother set off alone, but when we returned to Beijing, we learned that your mother had not entered Beijing at all, and I felt that something was wrong, so I sent someone to Xizhou again, wanting to take your mother over, but when the person sent to your mansion, I was told that your mother had already entered Beijing and had not returned for many days. ”

"So you're saying that my mother didn't go to Beijing at all? Didn't go to the palace either?" An Yiran was very surprised, she always thought that her mother might have committed an accident in the palace and was detained, but she never thought that her mother didn't even enter the capital.

"I guess your mother may have been robbed halfway, so she disappeared so inexplicably, so that day I took Chang Feng and a group of guards to go up the mountain to intercept the bandits, to see if your mother met the bandits and was in danger, but happened to meet you and the bandits were in a stalemate, I thought that I would rescue you first, and leaving you in Beijing would be of great help to find your mother's whereabouts." Song Moyu directly told her the thoughts in his heart, and his tone seemed natural and calm.

"So Your Highness, you didn't let me leave, did you want me to find out my mother's whereabouts with you?" An Yiran was dumbfounded when she heard this, and asked guessingly.

"That's true, and I know that you, like your mother, have some witchcraft on you, which is extremely helpful in finding clues." Song Moyu looked at her sincerely and bluntly hoped that she would stay.

"I see! Your Highness, rest assured, I will stay until I find my mother's whereabouts. An Yiran was grateful to Song Moyu at the moment, although she didn't know why Song Moyu was so eager to find her mother's whereabouts, she was still very glad that someone joined hands with her to find her mother's whereabouts.

"My grandmother is sick, and she wants to see your mother, so I want to fulfill her old man's wish and do my duty as a child and grandchild." A trace of sadness instantly crept up on Song Moyu's face, and he felt faintly uncomfortable in his heart, although he understood that people always have to experience birth, old age, sickness and death, but he was still concerned about his grandmother's physical condition.

"I also want to find my mother as soon as possible, so I thank you for your dedication to finding my mother's whereabouts, Your Highness." An Yiran thanked her gratefully, and suddenly she thought of something again, and pleaded with Song Moyu: "Your Highness, can you please do me a favor?" I want to write a letter to my family and send it back to Xizhou Anfu to report my safety, after all, I sneaked out without telling my father and brother, for fear that they would worry. ”

"Don't worry! A few days ago, I sent someone to Xizhou to inform your brother, so that he should not worry, and explained to him the reason for keeping you here, and your brother also agreed to your temporary residence in this suburb of Beijing, and also sent your personal maid Yingyue to serve you, presumably in these two days, Yingyue will arrive. ”

It turned out that he had already taken care of everything for her quietly.

At this moment, An Yiran felt that Song Moyu's conduct was extremely reassuring.