The minions of Chengyang Hall prepared the food on the table, and Fu Ruolan, Nan Yuchen and others were also ready to eat.

Fu Ruolan suddenly patted her head and said, "Look at my head, I actually forgot about Wen Mingxu."

She turned to Menghua and said, "You go and invite Wen Mingxu to come and have dinner together."

Menghua heard the sound and agreed, so he went out to invite, but Nan Yuchen's face was not so good-looking.

These little expressions of his were all seen by Fu Ruolan, and she knew that Nan Yuchen didn't like Wen Mingxu so much.

But for Fu Ruolan, Wen Mingxu has always taken care of her so much. For this kind of kindness, Fu Ruolan also kept it firmly in her heart.

"Wen Mingxu has helped me a lot in the country of Wuxi, and you will be our companion until the future. How can I ignore him now because of your presence? Fu Ruolan chuckled and said, "He treats me as well as a sister, and I should respect him like a brother."

Nan Yuchen knew that Fu Ruolan's words were all for himself, and if he was careful, he would be stingy.

"I know what you mean." Nan Yuchen pinched Fu Ruolan's soft fingers to express his thoughts.

At this time, the two of them had the scene of Qin Se and Ming, and their hearts were much more similar to each other.

For Fu Ruolan's invitation, Wen Mingxu was a little surprised. He knew that Nan Yuchen should not like his arrival, but it didn't seem appropriate to go now.

"Is Nan Gongzi also with you?" Wen Mingxu asked.

Menghua replied with a smile and respectfully: "Together, my master and Nan Gongzi are waiting for you."

Seeing that Wen Mingxu was still hesitating, Menghua, who had always been very arrogant, directly pulled Wen Mingxu's sleeve: "Son, hurry up and go together, otherwise the food will be cold."

Before Wen Mingxu could react, he had already followed Menghua.

He thought in his heart, Nan Yuchen didn't say anything, why should he be so petty.

It was not a long distance, but at this moment, Wen Mingxu was thinking about it in his heart, and he felt that it would be enough in the blink of an eye.

Through the doors and windows, Wen Mingxu saw that Fu Ruolan was smiling and saying something to Nan Yuchen. The gentle smile on her face shone into his heart like a ray of light.

A heart no longer looks like its own, but the six gods have no master.

"Childe?" Menghua saw that Wen Mingxu was standing in place and had no intention of moving forward, so he called out tentatively.

Before Wen Mingxu could react, Fu Ruolan heard Menghua's voice and looked over with a smile.

"You're here." Fu Ruolan stood up to greet Wen Mingxu: "Come in and sit."

Nan Yuchen's gaze became much colder, and it fell on Wen Mingxu's body, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

In front of Fu Ruolan, both of them politely greeted each other.

"Wen Mingxu, I was about to tell you about what happened last night, but I don't know if you heard that." Fu Ruolan pulled Wen Mingxu to sit down.

Nan Yuchen was in front of Fu Ruolan's left, Wen Mingxu was in front of Fu Ruolan's right, and Menghua sat opposite Fu Ruolan.

Hearing Fu Ruolan mention last night's incident, Wen Mingxu only replied lightly: "I don't know."

"Eat first, and then I'll tell you about it." Fu Ruolan saw that everyone didn't move their chopsticks, so she jokingly said, "I'm afraid Menghua's stomach is hungry."

Hearing Fu Ruolan say this, Menghua didn't feel shy. Instead, he rubbed his stomach with a frank face, stuck out his tongue and said, "The master still understands me."

Several of them are familiar with each other, and they don't have so many rules for each other, but they are also more comfortable.

Fu Ruolan told Wen Mingxu about the assassin, and Wen Mingxu himself didn't know why he had rushed to help Fu Ruolan, but he didn't say anything about it.

"Nan Gongzi deserves to be both civil and military, and he has protected your safety." Wen Mingxu had no hostility towards Nan Yuchen, but Nan Yuchen was always guarding against him.

But this is also an inevitable situation, after all, men will be very attentive to the person they like, and they will not allow other men to worry about it anymore.

"It's thanks to him, otherwise you might not have seen me today." Fu Ruolan said that the wind was light, and she could actually imagine the danger when the assassin came.

Saying that, Fu Ruolan also pointed to the wound on Guide Yuchen's shoulder: "In order to protect me, he is injured."

"It's hard work Nan Gongzi." Wen Mingxu said.

But in his heart, he was thinking that if it was him by Fu Ruolan's side at that time, he would definitely do his best to protect her.

Nan Yuchen raised his eyebrows, and his thin lips opened and closed: "It should be."

The atmosphere somehow became a little weird, Fu Ruolan pursed her lips and began to say again: "Wen Mingxu, thanks to Nan Yuchen's inspiration, I thought of a feasible way to cure the prince's plague."

"Found a way?" Wen Mingxu was a little surprised, and his left hand on his lap clenched unconsciously.

Fu Ruolan was able to find a cure for the prince's plague, and Wen Mingxu was not surprised.

It's just that he didn't expect that this method was actually Nan Yuchen who gave her advice, which made Wen Mingxu surprised and a little frustrated at the same time.

When he looked at Nan Yuchen, his eyes were a little complicated.

Nan Yuchen was a little proud in his heart: "It's also a coincidence, I think that Gongzi is a famous doctor, and he will definitely be able to come up with a way to save it."

When he said this, it didn't seem like he was modest, but more like he was secretly satirizing Wen Mingxu, a famous doctor, and in the end, it was nothing more than that.

The air began to smell of gunpowder at some point, and Fu Ruolan swallowed her saliva: "Everyone eats vegetables and eats vegetables."

Nan Yuchen and Wen Mingxu had already lost their mood, and Fu Ruolan was also made out of appetite by this strange atmosphere.

After a meal, Menghua ate more and ate better.

"Master, I'm so happy." Menghua sighed after eating and drinking.

Fu Ruolan was amused by her, and reached out and pinched Menghua's fleshy face: "You see that you are fat now, and you are not afraid that General Feng will not want you anymore."

"Whether he loves it or not, I'm not rare." Menghua stuck out her tongue, looking completely unconcerned.

But Fu Ruolan knew in her heart that this Menghua said that she didn't care about Feng Ming, but in fact, she still had him in her heart.

This entered the palace, and Feng Ming and Menghua met less often. Menghua often takes out a delicate jade pot from time to time to play with it, and when he asks, he knows that this jade pot was given by Feng Ming.

Fu Ruolan asked Menghua: "Do you know what it means to give you a jade pot?"

Menghua looked at Fu Ruolan in a daze and asked, "What's the point of sending a jade pot?" Isn't it because this jade pot is exquisite and more valuable? ”

"Silly girl." Fu Ruolan poked Menghua's face: "There is a saying that a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot."