Lin Ruo walked to the outside of Murong Chong's room and stopped, and instructed Youcao, "You go to the old housekeeper and ask him how about the harvesting things." ”

Yucao blinked: "Peach? ”

Lin Ruo nodded: "Hmm." Now is the season when peaches are on the market, and it is not difficult to collect more. ”

Youcao was puzzled: "Miss, do you want to do a peach business?" Why do you want to leave it to the old butler? Young Master Li, Young Master Wang, Third Young Master, everyone is suitable! And peaches are not easy to store, and they will become moldy and rotten after a long time. ”

"No, it's for the prince's injury."

"Huh? Can peaches ......" Yucao covered her mouth and asked in a low voice, "Miss, does Peaches still have this effect?" ”

"It's not a peach," Lin Ruo shook his head, "It's the kernel in the peach pit, mashed and squeezed for oil, which can help the wound heal." "However, usually everyone eats the peaches, and the peach pits are directly lost, and it is not realistic to harvest the peach pits.

Youcao tugged at the corners of her mouth, a little incredulous: "Can you still ...... Such? ”

"I also have to wait for the prince's injury to heal before I can use it, so I don't worry. Do you remember when I taught you how to make sweet water peach kernels? ”

"Remember," Youcao nodded happily, her eyes purred, and she understood Lin Ruo's thoughts, "Miss, you don't want to waste peach meat, do you?" When the time comes, I'll go help in the kitchen. ”

Lin Ruo smiled and nodded: "That's good, you go first." By the way, remember to fry another pair of medicines, and send them over. Don't make people suspect that it's for the prince. ”

"Don't worry, Miss, I'll save it."

Youcao left with a smile, Lin Ruocai pushed the door and entered the room, and at a glance saw Murong Chong holding a book in his hand, straightening his back, and looking at it with interest—that trance-like gaze was not on the book at all.

Seeing Lin Ruo come in, Murong Chong put down the scroll, and said strangely, Lin Ruo clearly didn't say anything, just seeing her light smile, his irritable heart calmed down a little.

"Fourth brother, is there any discomfort in the wound?"

Murong Chong put down the scroll in his hand, feeling a little lost in his heart, and shook his head: "No." ”

"That-" Lin Ruo dragged out his last note and looked at Murong Chong with clear eyes, "Fourth brother is angry with me?" ”

The delicate tail note, as if with a small hook, scratched Murong Chong's heart. was said to be in his heart, and the only remaining bit of loss suddenly had nothing to hide, but he didn't admit it so easily.

"How so?"

But the flickering of his eyes revealed his true thoughts.

Lin Ruo raised his eyebrows, stared at Murong Chong for a long time, and suddenly smiled, and asked, "Fourth brother, have you heard a word?" ”

"What?"

"Be sincere."

Murong Chong was stunned for a moment, and suddenly didn't know how to answer.

What did you say against your heart? It's a bit of a shame!

Lin Ruo's eyes crooked with a smile and said, "There is another sentence, the fourth brother has probably never heard of it. ”

This time, she didn't wait for Murong Chong to reply, and said directly: "A little more sincerity, a little less routine." This is what Gu Mengyao used to say most often, but now, she suddenly feels that it is quite suitable for the current situation.

Murong Chong was a little stunned, "a little more sincerity" he understood, but what is "a little less routine" ...... "routine"?

I had doubts in my heart, and I didn't think twice, so I declared my doubts in my mouth.

"It's a well-designed fixed way to deal with certain situations," Lin Ruo blinked, completely unashamedly popularizing the common phrase of the era in which she lived to this ancient man thousands of years ago, "For example, Lord Shen, once he makes a mistake, he wants to ask the prince for help and make up for his mistakes from the Lin family, this is Shen Shangshu's routine." ”

Murong Chong nodded knowingly, very interested in the novel and incisive statement of "routine".

"For another example, Fourth Brother, you are obviously angry with me, but you refuse to admit it, which is also a subconscious routine," Lin Ruo shrugged his shoulders with a helpless smile on his face, "Fourth Brother, you are injured now, and your emotions are depressed, which is not good for the wound." Moreover, Shen Shangshu wants to use His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to design you and me, design the Rongwang Mansion, and design the Lin family. ”

Murong Chong looked at Lin Ruo intently, and after a long time, he seemed to understand something, and let out a long sigh.

Lin Ruo was stunned: "Fourth brother, did I say something wrong?" ”

Murong Chong shook his head.

"Then why is the fourth brother sighing?"

Murong Chong hesitated again and again, and finally spoke: "When you talk and do things, you can always take the right measure; is close to people, which makes people feel very ironing; aggressive, so that people have no power to fight back; Even if you don't want to deal with it, you can't find fault with it. But ......"

Lin Ruo blinked, and could vaguely guess what Murong Chong wanted to say.

"It may be difficult for ordinary people to perceive the difference, but I have always seen you talk to different people, and I can sense the subtle sense of alienation, including between you and me." Murong Chong looked at Lin Ruo's slightly frowning eyebrows, and felt that his words were a little heavy, but his temperament was like this, unlike Lin Ruo's eight-faced, euphemistic, just right, but he also tried to be as subtle as possible, "You often emphasize trust and sincerity to me repeatedly, you do rarely hide it from me, and even many secret things about the Lin family talk to your uncle and Li Yan in front of me, but ...... There still seems to be a sense of alienation between you and me, and you will take my feelings into account. On the contrary, there is no estrangement between you and Li Yan and Bo Yu, there is no deliberate closeness, casualness, arbitrariness, and you don't have to think about whether the words you say will cause them discomfort. ”

Between him and her, he can never be as close as Li Yan and her, and Su Muyu and her.

Because I care, I mind.

Because she minds, she suffers from gains and losses, so she sulks when she talks to anyone who seems close and can tacitly talk.

Even if some of them were able to discern her attitude towards relatives and distances, more often than not, he would be unable to distinguish between them in the midst of unpleasant feelings, and his heart would be even more unhappy.

Lin Ruo pursed her lips and opened her mouth to say something, but found that she couldn't find a suitable excuse to refute.

That's what she is, she knows it all too well. In addition to Murong Chong, there was another person who talked about this with her, and that person was Pei Nian, but the word Pei Nian used at that time was "Qinggao" - for people she didn't want to deal with but had to deal with, she responded with a polite smile to maintain the high level in her bones.

However, Pei Nian admired her for being so high, and the two of them were so speculative. It's just that after she suffered from Chu Haoze's incident, this kind of "clear and high" subtly became her protective shell, making her more sober and more "clear" to get along with different people.

Murong Chong didn't get a response for a long time, and he was very distressed when he looked at Lin Ruo's silent appearance. Especially the clear eyes dimmed, like a bottomless pool.

He hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand, and took Lin Ruo into his arms. The person in his arms stiffened.

"Okay, let it be, I'm too anxious," Murong rubbed Lin Ruo's hair, his nose bulging lightly, sniffing the refreshing fragrance of wormwood that reassured him, "But Ah Ruo, I like you." ”