Rong Yanran seemed to understand a little. How a chicken ended up being a goose. She didn't want to listen anymore, so she blocked her ears and passed by the two of them, and deliberately hit them down.

"Hey, you don't have eyes?" someone asked sharply.

"My eyes are good, and I don't think that some people's tongues are not right." Rong Yanran replied angrily.

He Xiang added with great momentum: "What you said is obviously a satirizing of the Seventh Prince's bad attitude. Be careful that he heard it and cut your tongue."

The two women immediately seemed very frightened. Although they had never heard of the Seventh Prince as a cruel person, they were not sure. "We didn't say anything." The two immediately fled in panic.

Seeing the two of them running away, Rong Yanran immediately raised her hand and slapped Hexiang excitedly: "Hexiang, there is a way to scare people."

"I have a lot of advice from my wife." He Xiang said humbly.

"My mouth is getting slippery." Rong Yanran said with a smile, and after walking for a while, she suddenly asked seriously, "Are I really not worthy of the Seventh Prince?" Along the way, all I heard were girls talking about how good the Seventh Prince was. Prime Minister Rong's adopted daughter was so ordinary and too unworthy of him. After a long time, she became numb and even a little suspicious.

Rong Yanran used to think that she and Murong Xuan were quite compatible, and she could even be said to be more than enough. Although she was a bit narcissistic, she had learned the essence of China's knowledge for thousands of years, and she was also a capable person, using poison, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting (although these are all the skills of the former master), but she thought she was a great figure! Why is it so bad in people's eyes!

Rong Yanran covered her mouth and smiled, looking more like a lady from a family than her: "That's because the people who talk about the ladies just now are all women. Ordinary women are jealous of you. If you know how men talk about you, you naturally won't think so."

As he said that, He Xiang inspires Rong Yanran to choose a teahouse nearby, sit in the hall, and asks for a pot of tea to taste it slowly. Sure enough, the ancient teahouse was a place for gossip. Scholars can discuss national affairs here, and the royal family also talks about it with relish.

"The Seventh Prince only married the princess at 24 this year."

"Yes, it is said that although this is Prime Minister Rong's adopted daughter, she is born with a beautiful country and is no different from Miss Rong."

"Not only that, I am also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but my personality is said to be very different, and I am kinder and more lively."

"It's really a blessing to marry such a woman."...

As Rong Yanran listened, the corners of her mouth slowly opened, and her white teeth took advantage of her bright red lips to make the two women who were watching him accidentally turn red.

Rong Yanran was in a good mood and glared at the two women. She suddenly found a Taoist figure beside her. She looked at her side: "A Niu!" The joy was beyond words.
Chapter completed!