Rong Yanran was helped straightened and took a step back. She was so restrained that she didn't know what to do. Seeing Luo Ziheng, who was usually showing off his might, was inexplicably a little confused.

When Murong An saw Rong Yanran's eyes, he also reached out to support Luo Ziheng who was kneeling on the ground: "Young Master Luo, please get up. You must have heard that I hate those red tape the most. We just drink and chat like friends."

His hand secretly used his internal strength to teach Luo Ziheng a lesson, but he was not afraid at all and fought back without hesitation. He helped one person and got up with one person, and the undercurrent was surging.

Murong An was just sure that Luo Ziheng was not afraid of himself at all. He just acted to show the women around him and told her how hard he was to be offended. What is his origin? He is the prince! There are too few people who don’t treat himself as a good person.

"The Ninth Prince is condescending, and the grass people are naturally honored. But there is only a little wine on the boat, so please don't dislike it." Rong Yanran really wanted to roll her eyes when she saw him talking so hard!

Murong An took a seat, and Luo Ziheng also sat down. Murong An took a sip of the wine he had just now, praised the "good wine" and turned his eyes to Rong Yanran: "Ran'er, you can sit too."

She looked at Luo Ziheng with inquiring eyes, who said, "The prince asked you to sit, just sit." He pointed to the position beside him, "But there is a difference between superiority and inferiority, you must remember it and not cross it."

What do you care about? There are so many things to do when sitting in a seat! I don’t want to sit, I want to go out for a breath. She sat down calmly, and didn’t know where to put her hands.

Murong An smiled as warm as the spring breeze: "Ran'er, remember the last time we met? I don't attach so much importance to these messy people, just show your true nature." She is not cute at all. She worked hard to search the ship, not to see her hiding her true character and flatter herself.

Before Rong Yanran could answer, she heard Luo Ziheng's light cough and his eyes swept over, warning her: Don't take it seriously, otherwise she wouldn't know how she died.

Murong An was a little angry: "Young Master Luo, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Luo Ziheng immediately said nervously: "Prince, the people are panicked and shocked you..."

"Okay, go and wait. Miss Ran'er and I want to reminisce about the past, but we don't want to hear any noise." He performed so hard that he would give him face if he didn't cooperate.

Luo Ziheng immediately stood up and took respectfully aside, and Rong Yanran was even more at a loss because of his sudden departure.

Murong An saw her cautiousness and comforted her: "Miss Ran'er, I treated you as a friend from the first sight, hoping to treat you equally and not be burdened by those worldly eyes. I thought I had found a confidant, but I didn't expect you to alienate me because of my identity." He said leisurely, his confused peach blossom eyes exuded a faint sadness.

Rong Yanran softened her heart and immediately replied: "Mr. An, I don't."

Murong An smiled bitterly, the sadness on his face became stronger, and he took a sip of wine: "Then I have been waiting for you in the inn for three days. Even if you are bombarded, you should leave me a message or come back to see it." Who can't act? People born in the palace are all masters.
Chapter completed!