Ran Youmiao got up from his seat and walked to Zhu Xiqin, Zhu Xiqin lowered his head and didn't look at him, he just stared at her for a long time before he said: "Brother Jiu asked me to bring someone back, then we will stay soon." After that, he pulled up Zhu Xiqin's wrist, the force was terrifying, Zhu Xiqin didn't say a word, bit his lower lip, and endured.

Nangong Qian reluctantly let go and waved goodbye to Zhu Xiqin: "Next time I go to Brother Xi's mansion to play with you!"

Zhu Xiqin raised her head and reluctantly smiled: "Okay." ”

Ran Youmiao could see it clearly, and the strength in his hand couldn't help but increase, as if he wanted to strangle Zhu Xiqin, and then looked at Nangong Qian with a smile: "Thank you Nangong family for your hospitality to this maid, farewell!"

Then he couldn't help but say something, dragged the bamboo xiqin and left Nangong Mansion.

Behind him, a large group of servants followed in a panic.

Nangong Qian looked at Zhu Xiqin's and Ran Youmi's back, her smile gradually solidified, and she put down her hand, her expression was gloomy and sad.

Ran Youmiao almost threw Zhu Xiqin into the carriage, and before Zhu Xiqin could sit down, the car rushed out like a fly, and she felt that the horse's feet had to cross to run so fast.

Ran Youmiao sat opposite her, looking out of the window with a cold face, his hand on his chin, with the elegance and dignity of royal habit.

The wolf sat down, and the two were silent.

After a long time, when Zhu Xiqin was a little sleepy, the carriage suddenly stopped, her body was unstable, and she rushed forward, she forced herself to keep it steady, held on to the wall of the car, and then raised her eyes, and then the slightly surprised enlarged version of the handsome face appeared in her eyes, she put her hands against the wall of the car, and in her arms, it was really quiet.

Zhu Xiqin's half-squatting body, Ran Youmiao was sitting on the seat, so at a glance, Zhu Xiqin was half a head taller than Ran Youmi.

As long as she lowered her head, she could kiss her forehead lightly.

Zhu Xiqin was stunned in place, her brain was blank, and it was Ran Youmiao's cold face that wandered back and forth, who expected, the next second, Ran Youqin stretched out her hand, pushed her away, and pressed her against the car wall on the other side, grabbed Zhu Xiqin's hands with one hand, against the car wall, and the other hand against Zhu Xiqin's side, he looked at Zhu Xiqin with cold eyes for a long time, let go, and walked out of the carriage without nostalgia.

Only the heartbeat Zhu Xiqin was left, unable to sit on the saddle, staring blankly ahead.

It wasn't until the next person called Miss Zhu that Zhu Xiqin reacted, answered, and got out of the car.

In front of him is not a secluded mansion.

The three big characters of Mowangfu lit up in front of her, and under those three words, Ran Youmiao stood in front of the door, followed by a large group of servants, with a love that she couldn't see clearly, looking at her, Zhu Xiqin took a deep breath, followed Ran Youmiao, and entered Mowangfu.

The two of them didn't say anything, and walked along a cobblestone path until the end, and then ordered to the maid behind them: "Take Miss Zhu back to her original room." ”

"Yes. The maid agreed, and bowed respectfully to Zhu Xiqin: "Miss Zhu and I come." ”

Zhu Xiqin glanced at it and was quiet, and stopped talking, and finally left with the maid.

Ran Youmiao saw Zhu Xiqin leave, and then asked the housekeeper behind him: "Where is the ninth brother?"

The housekeeper replied: "Study." Then he thought about it and added, "Since the prince came back, he has spent most of his time in the study recently. ”

"Oh. Ran Youmiao nodded and walked in the direction of the study.

Pushing open the door, Ran Xiyan leaned against the window, holding a sunspot in his hand, unhurriedly on the chessboard, the rising sun poured on him, lining his white clothes and snow, his bony hand held the sunspot, his fair complexion and the black chess pieces as black as thick ink were black and white, his face was indifferent, his ink hair was lightly curled, and some ink hair leaned in front of his collarbone, with a wordless fatal temptation.

Seeing the person coming, Ran Xi said, with a lazy comfort between his eyebrows, "Eleven." ”

"Hmm. Ran Youmiao replied, but thought in his heart that if He Yan was here, he would pounce on the ninth brother without hesitation......