An Xuetang cleared her throat. Although Ning'er didn't smile clearly, An Xuetang still noticed it. Her face turned slightly red, "Ning'er, just pretend you can't see it."

Ning'er immediately smiled and said, "Yes, the princess."

“…”

Why do you feel even more embarrassing?

An Xuetang's face was so burning that she put on her clothes and left quickly and headed to Mo Yunjing's study.

Looking at An Xuetang's hurried back, Fu'er blinked in the yard and looked at Ning'er, "Ning'er, what's wrong with the princess?"

Ning'er raised her eyebrows slightly, "It's nothing, maybe she can't wait to see the prince."

An Xuetang: “…”

Ning'er, you said so loudly, are you afraid that this concubine will not hear it?

...

It is logical that Mo Yunjing's study room does not allow anyone to enter easily, even if it is half a step closer.

But An Xuetang walked along the way very smoothly. No one stopped her since entering the yard. Yun Liu, who was standing at the entrance of the study, saw An Xuetang coming, and he bowed and was about to salute An Xuetang.

But An Xuetang put his finger on his lips and made a "shush" move. Yun Liu raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly, but he really didn't make any more noise.

The door of the study was open. An Xuetang tiptoed in. Yun Liu stepped back into the yard and stood next to Ning'er naturally. He asked in a low voice, "What is the princess who wants to do? Why don't I make a sound?"

Ning'er ignored him and stared at the front with a blank expression.

Yun Liu was curious, wasn’t there a wall ahead of her? Why was she so obsessed with her? What was Ning'er doing?

"Ning'er?"

Ning'er still ignored her.

Yun Liu blinked, then gently poked Ning'er's arm with his elbow, "Ning'er?"

"!"

Ning'er, who was touched, suddenly took action, grabbed Yun Liu's arm, twisted it hard, and almost broke it.

Yun Liu's expression was distorted, and he stared at Ning'er incredibly, "Ning'er, you... you can let me go quickly, it hurts!"

If it weren't for the fear of disturbing Mo Yunjing in the study, Yun Liu would have shouted out long ago.

Ning'er glanced at him coldly, "I don't want to die, don't touch me easily in the future."

Yun Liu rolled his eyes helplessly, "You said you girl, there is no deep hatred between us. Tell me why you are treating me like this?"

Ning'er let him go, took a step back, not intending to continue talking nonsense to him.

Yun Liu opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, but when he saw Ning'er's cold face, he still held it back.

But he was curious in his heart. Ning'er seemed to have a lot of opinions about him? Did he not know what he did to Ning'er?

No, he has to find a chance to figure it out!

No, could Ning'er still hold a grudge against him because he accidentally saw her in the Northern Xinjiang Camp?

Yun Liu felt the truth at once, and he continued to come to Ning'er:

"Ning'er, you must believe me. There were really no women in our Beijiang camp before. How could we think so much about entering the bathroom? That day...ah!"

Before Yun Liu finished speaking, Ning'er had already made a move. The fact that the light was seen in the Northern Xinjiang Camp was a fatal point that Ning'er could not mention. How dare he mention it?

Yun Liu knew that he was in a position of fault, so he didn't dare to fight back at all except dodging everywhere.

...

On the other side, after An Xuetang entered the door, she saw such a pleasing scene. Mo Yunjing stood straight at the table, holding a pen in his hand, writing and painting.

His expression was very focused. An Xuetang tiptoed to him, and the ostentatious scanned the content he drew, and was slightly stunned.

Because Mo Yunjing painted nothing else, but her, the scene where she performed Han Yun's surgery yesterday.

In the painting, she was wearing a clean and neat dress and tied with a bun. Her expression was very serious, and her eyebrows and eyes were silently stern.
Chapter completed!