In the evening, Yan Ranjin sneaked into the Qin Palace. She pinched her hands into an orchid-shaped body, her red lips opened and closed, and chanted an obscure spell. Suddenly she stopped singing: "I found it, there." She circulated her internal force and flew toward a certain place.

The room was brightly lit, and Yan Ranjin pushed open the door without thinking and went in casually. No one was there anyway, and there was not even a hidden guard.

Mo Yunli was practicing calligraphy. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he didn't raise his head: "Fengqiu, didn't I ask you all to go out? Why did I come in again and didn't even knock on the door? Do you not take my orders seriously?"

Yan Ranjin looked at the room and there was no chair, and there was no chair next to Mo Yunli, who was practicing calligraphy. Yan Ranjin twitched without a trace: Is Beauty Chen Yue very poor? She doesn't even have a chair.

Mo Yunli waited for a long time but didn't respond. Then he raised his head and saw that it was not Feng Qiu but Yan Ranjin, frowned slightly: "Why are you here?"

Seeing that there was only one bed to sit on, Yan Ranjin sat on the bed regardless of his image: "Why, can't I come? By the way, what does that imperial edict mean? It only takes one month to marry a princess. Why is it only three months for you? Beauty Chen Yue, give me an explanation."

Mo Yunli suppressed the anger in his heart: "It's okay to explain it to you, you can leave my bed first."

Yan Ranjin raised her eyebrows and pointed at: "Why do you want to leave? There is not even a chair? How do you ask me to sit? Do I want to stand?"

Mo Yunli put down the brush in his hand and flashed to the edge of the bed: "Stand just stand, do you have to sit? As for the chair, you are clumsy and can't see it."

Yan Ranjin was a little innocent: "I've messed with you? His tone is so bad. If you don't let your bed sit, why bother me to say that I'm awkward?"

Mo Yunli pulled Yan Ranjin up, held her wrist, and kept tightening. The force was so strong that she almost crushed her hand bone: "Yan Ranjin, don't you understand what I said? I told you not to sit on the bed, why should you continue to sit? My things are never allowed to be touched by others."

Not only was Yan Ranjin not angry, but she smiled brightly: "Beauty Chen Yue, your temper is really bad, and my hand bones are about to be crushed by you."

Mo Yunli's rationality gradually returned and let go of his hand. He hated others touching his things the most, that his mother touched his things, and he still got angry.

Yan Ranjin's wrists turned red. Mo Yunli pulled her hand and looked at it, and took out a box of ointment that exuded a strange fragrance from the ring. Yan Ranjin's nose moved and looked at Mo Yunli in surprise: "Yu Lu ointment?"

Mo Yunli nodded and said nothing, patiently applied medicine to Yan Ranjin's hands. After applying ointment, he also used internal force to catalyze the power of the ointment to allow the blood stasis to quickly dissipate.

Yan Ranjin looked at Mo Yunli's side face, and the light shone on his face, which made her feel that it was unreal. In a trance, she seemed to see the person who always spoiled her to heaven. The two figures kept intertwining in front of her eyes, and finally frozen into Mo Yunli's appearance.

Yan Ranjin shook her head fiercely: Brother, I promised to forget you, but I still remember you. Ayan is still so useless...

Mo Yunli didn't notice the sadness and nostalgia in Yan Ranjin's eyes at this moment. He said to Yan Ranjin while applying medicine: "Sorry, I was too impulsive tonight and hurt you. I hate others touching my things the most, even my mother can't do."

Yan Ranjin finally came to his senses when he heard this. He hurriedly curled the sadness in his eyes and teased Mo Yunli in a playful tone: "Are you apologizing to me? It's really strange. Beauty Chen Yue, why don't you take something practical to apologize?"
Chapter completed!