Murong Qianran followed the guards out of the mansion and walked in the direction of the post station, this man she had also guarded with her sincerity, now, is still attached to her, and she, deep in her heart, has already planted the seed of that person, little by little to take root and sprout, and now, deep-rooted.

Yes, everything slowly disappeared in front of me like a cloud of smoke, including those dusty memories, which were also dialed out of my mind little by little as time passed.

Once in modern times, I heard Qianwen say a sentence: If you break up, you can't be friends, because you have hurt each other, and you can't resent each other, because you love each other deeply, and now, Murong Qianran can be regarded as deeply experiencing the essence of this sentence.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the post station, Murong Qianran sent the guards back, still climbing in through the window.

After tossing for most of the night, his stomach was also a little rumbling at this time, and in desperation, Murong Qianran had to redress himself, put on a mask, and go downstairs to find something to eat.

The corridor was silent, and the candles in the other rooms were extinguished, except for the one at the end of the corridor, which was still lit by candlelight, and there was a faint figure shaking inside.

Murong Tianran glanced lightly, but he didn't care, but just as he was about to go downstairs, he heard a small voice from the room, as if he was arguing.

She stopped, and suddenly remembered what Lang Xiaoyue had said earlier, as if Murong Tianming was also living in the post station, and her blood-red eyes looked at the room at the end of the corridor again, half-narrowed, exuding a trace of cold chill.

Murong Tianming, a name that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her, had never sent anyone to look for her since he entered the palace and then escaped, during the time he was out alone, even if it was to chase her or something.

Once, she sent someone back to Linlang to check, and it turned out that as early as after Murong Qianran escaped from the palace and was secretly wanted by Lang Xiaochen, the name Murong Qianran was removed from the family tree, including her mother's name.

During that time, the name Murong Qianran, in the Murong family, even the maids who had just entered the mansion could be insulted at will, not to mention those concubines, listening to the reports of their subordinates, several concubines actually used witchcraft, inquired about her birthday, carved small wooden figures, and burned them with needles or fire all day long.

This is the family of this body.

Heh, Murong Qianran thought about it, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she slowed down and quietly walked to the room at the end of the corridor.

The voice gradually became clear, although they lowered their voices to speak, but Murong Tianran's ear power was extraordinary, and he could hear it word for word, but the person inside was not Murong Tianming.

"Don't say anything, I've made up my mind."

"Mu Lejin, you..... Jianghu people never ask about the court, this is a rule left over thousands of years, are you an elm head? Do you know how anxious and worried your aunt is when you come out this time?"

"What does it have to do with you? What kind of big truth do you have to tell me here, what qualifications do you have"?

"I'm your cousin, I have this right, now the war is in chaos, the cities are well defended, if it weren't for my aunt's good life to explain to me, I must take you back, you see that I don't care about you, hum."

"My mother doesn't understand me at all, the man is ambitious, I don't understand why she has to tie me to the house, now in troubled times, it is just a great opportunity for me to show my ambitions, if you still treat me as your brother, don't stop me, it's not early, I should go to sleep, and I have to go to the government tomorrow to report, you go out."

"You....... You..... You are simply unreasonable, stubborn, and in vain with your aunt's years of careful teaching, the Nanshan faction will be handed over to you, and sooner or later it will kill itself."

"Yohe, speaking of which, don't you just want to take over the Nanshan faction? Tell you, as long as you have me for a day, you will not think".

The quarrel inside became more and more intense, from the initial low voice to the angry voice, Murong Tianran listened and listened, smiled helplessly, and was about to turn around and leave, not wanting the door of the room to be opened.

"Who are you? In the middle of the night, what are you doing sneakily in front of my door"? Mu Lejin looked the people outside the door up and down, the anger in his eyes seemed to be about to burst out, and he looked at Murong with hostility and snorted coldly.

"And you, get out of here quickly, otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind to you", Mu Lejin finished speaking, and pointed at the man in the room and roared.

Murong Qianran frowned slightly, and said secretly in his heart, listening to the voice, the man doesn't seem to be very old, but why is he so irritable? Just wanted to turn around and reprimand Mu Lejin, but there was already a fight in the house, and there was a non-stop dingdong for a while.

Murong Qianran's slightly locked eyebrows couldn't help frowning, but she still remembered that she didn't seem to have any nosy problems, thought about it, and turned around and walked towards the stairs.

Because the two men fought, they made a lot of noise, which woke up the stationmaster of the station, only to see him wearing cotton clothes, looking up at the second floor, and also a little anxious, after all, there are still some distinguished guests living in the station, if he disturbs the dream, he can't escape the responsibility in the first place.

He staggered to the stairs, and without having time to say anything, he ran straight to the room at the end of the corridor.

"I said two little ancestors, do you think this is an inn? This is the post station, you will disturb the rest of the officials, stop, stop", the stationmaster stood outside the door, and shouted into the house in a low voice.

Sure enough, the sound of the fight stopped, Murong Qianran smiled, and walked to the back kitchen, the kitchen was deserted, there were only two white and tender cold steamed buns in the steaming drawer on the stove, Murong Qianran didn't care, after all, some of them were good to eat, I don't know how many times better than the meal she poured under the bed.

She was holding a bowl in her hand, and in the bowl were the two white steamed buns, and as soon as she walked to the stairs, she met a man who was about twenty or five years old, with a handsome face, only to see that he was wearing a Confucian shirt, his sideburns were a little fluffy, and even the hairpin was a little crooked, it seemed that he had accidentally made it during the fight just now, he walked in front of Murong Qianran with a humble face, and arched his hand and said: "This brother.... My cousin was offended a lot just now, don't take it to heart, I want you to make amends on his behalf."

Murong Qianran raised her head slowly, the man opposite was slightly stunned, because there was a candle pointing downstairs, where could the faint light shine all, just now she kept her head down, causing the man not to see that Murong Qianran's face was still wearing a black mask.

The pitch-black mask, you can't see the original mask, and because of the dim light downstairs, it looks a little weird at this moment.

"It's okay....", Murong replied indifferently, which made the man opposite's body tremble.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I was abrupt, I didn't know that the girl was a woman, I was offended, and I hope the girl will forgive me."

Murong Qianran didn't want to pay more attention to it, but she didn't want the man in front of her to talk to Wen Zou Zou, and he was so polite, which made her a little annoyed, and it suddenly dissipated cleanly.

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