Rong Yanran stayed bored in the room, writing with patience, trying hard to recall what happened to Murong Xuan, and then wrote it carefully, while not forgetting to insert some enthusiastic praises to the Seventh Prince between the lines.

As she was writing, a faint smile unconsciously pulled on the corner of her mouth. Luo Ziheng seemed to have a flamboyant and childish look on the rice paper, and the smile had a bitter taste.

Rong Yanran's patience seemed to be exhausted in an instant. Anyway, the Seventh Prince said she had to write ten pages, but she didn't say how many words she had to write. She simply boldly wrote a few words on each piece of rice paper, and the content was nothing more than:

Qiye, the girl in the folk knows her mistake;

A folk girl should not talk to other men in front of the prince or look at him;

In the future, the young woman will never talk to the man in front of the prince again...

With more than a dozen pages of paper, a few words were sparsely drawn. Rong Yanran examined her work and added an exaggerated smile on several sheets, and then she put down her pen with satisfaction. Her black eyes became more and more dazzling because she could not hide her smile.

Yes, she was in good manner in front of him, and she would not guarantee what she did on her back. What could he do?

Rong Yanran was very satisfied with her writing plan. She was intoxicated and admired by herself, and Zhuer, who had finished her meal, came back in a hurry.

As soon as she entered the room, she closed the door nervously. Rong Yanran came up in surprise. Before she could ask her what was going on, Zhu'er carefully took out a steamed bun and a plate of meat and vegetables from her body, and handed it to Rong Yanran as if she was asking for credit: "Sister Yan'er, are you hungry? For you."

Rong Yanran saw such an honest and well-behaved girl doing something quite bold in her life, and it was for her, and her inner touch was imaginable.

She took the meal from Zhuer's hand, put it on the table and tasted it, and sincerely exclaimed: "It tastes good, thank you, Zhuer."

Zhu'er was very happy to be able to do something for her savior and sat opposite her and asked, "Sister Yan'er, what are we going to do after dinner?" Zhu'er missed the days she had lived with Rong Yanran very much, which was a life experience she had never had before.

Rong Yanran was slowly chewing the meat in her mouth. Today, the small dish not only looked delicious, but also felt glad that the Seven Princess Mansion did not always disappoint. The foods made for the servants are sometimes so delicious.

Looking at Zhu'er's longing eyes, Rong Yanran felt a little depressed. At the Luo family, it was her happiest and unrestrained day. She didn't have so much thoughts or countless rules and regulations, but she also deeply understood that no matter what, she could not go back to the past.

Rong Yanran put down the chopsticks, her expression on her face was very sad. She was about to say something that made Zhu'er disappointed, but she accidentally found that the clothes she was wearing seemed to be incompatible, no, it was very dissuasive!

"Zhu'er, your clothes look quite big and don't feel comfortable wearing. The sleeves are so long... Why don't you say that?" She was nagging, with a bit of complaint.

Zhu'er hurriedly said, "Sister Yan'er, this dress is good enough, I can just repair it myself."

Rong Yanran looked at this thirteen-year-old girl, who is still a junior high school student in modern times, but in such an environment, she is so sensible and mature. She felt sad and smiled on her face: "Zhu'er, today we will go to the garment workshop of the royal palace to make you a few new clothes."

Zhu'er hurriedly refused and said, "Sister Yan'er, this dress is really comfortable and beautiful. You have given me both clothes. I am just a little girl who swept the floor. How could I go to the garment workshop of the royal palace? If..."

"Crack!" Rong Yanran made a loud gesture in front of her and asked with a smile: "Don't you believe in your sister Yan'er's strength? Don't worry, I still have this power here."

Seeing the tailors' respectful appearance when they made clothes for themselves, Rong Yanran knew that the Seventh Prince must have conveyed some instructions to them, which also greatly satisfied her hidden vanity.

Seeing Rong Yanran so determined, Zhu'er stopped talking and waited for her to finish her breakfast. At first, she was a little nervous, but when she saw Rong Yanran asking her in high spirits, she told her how to look good, and was infected without realizing it, and she was looking forward to her new clothes.

Rong Yanran occasionally grabbed a flower and smelled it when she was no one paying attention. She reached out to catch the butterfly whose wings opened and closed, and shook the hanging willow branches, and her whole body exuded a breath of happiness.

Suddenly, Rong Yanran's steps seemed to be stationary, and the smile on her face was frozen. Zhu'er was surprised. She followed her gaze and saw the Seventh Prince and the Concubine being together. She still hadn't figured out what happened yesterday. Seeing Sister Yan'er's angry gaze, she was so scared that she didn't dare to say anything.

Rong Yanran's eyes were staring at the two people under the tree. Although they couldn't see their expressions clearly, they could clearly see Miao Yuqing swinging on the swing. Murong Xuan pushed her behind. A stream of bright red under the sun was particularly eye-catching and ironic.

Soon, the male Murong Xuan in the distance seemed to notice her gaze, and met her gaze at a distance of not close.

Rong Yanran couldn't see his eyes clearly, but she felt particularly guilty all of a sudden. The person she liked was Luo Ziheng. Whoever Murong Xuan liked to be with and whoever Murong Xuan had, what did it have to do with her? What was she so disappointed! If you want to blame him, you blame Murong Xuan. He always showed so affection for himself, as if he was finished with his world, and made so many promises. So when he saw him get along with other women so quickly, he felt uncomfortable. But he was extremely disappointed with him, right, right, that must be the case!

She turned and left, took extremely firm steps, walked towards the garment workshop, constantly lobbying herself, and at the same time she did not forget to sound the alarm for herself: Can the royal people believe in their words? Even a little rich businessman has three wives and four concubines here, let alone the emperor's son. I wonder how many people are waiting in line to be his concubines.

Stop! Why is it becoming less reliable to think about it? Think about Luo Ziheng quickly. The person you like is Luo Ziheng. He is just a style of conduct and sometimes a little similar to Luo Ziheng, so you transfer your feelings for Luo Ziheng to him.

Rong Yanran thought about this and her mood slowly calmed down. Then she looked back at Zhu'er and found that she was following her panting, with a very worried expression on her face.
Chapter completed!