My Lord, the princess doesn't want you anymore.

By the time Anran found an inn in Zhendian, it was already dark.

There can't be a good inn in this remote place, and this is already the best one in town.

The guest room was upstairs. After she settled down, she went downstairs to eat.

"Do you have pig intestines?" She asked the owner loudly before she even sat down.

"What? Pig intestines?" The waiter was stunned. "Hey girl, who wants to eat this kind of offal?"

An Ran shook her head and sighed: "Alas! What a pity, such a delicacy is wasted."

There were other customers in the store. When they heard that the girl wanted to eat pork offal, they all laughed curiously:

"This girl who looks so glamorous and respectable actually likes this!"

"My dog ​​won't eat this stuff, it stinks!"

"That's right. I wonder if she has become smelly because she has eaten too much."

"You want to get closer to smell it... and take the opportunity to touch it, haha..."

An Ran's face turned red with anger, and with that fiery red dress, she looked even more playful and cute.

"Watch your mouth!" She said angrily, raising her fist to scare these people.

Thunderbolt Palm, do you know it? Are you afraid of it?

At this moment, a lazy voice came from the door, "An inn that can't make pig intestines is an inn without a soul."

An Ran suddenly turned around and saw a man in brocade and embroidered robe jumping gracefully from a luxurious carriage at the door.

He tried to dance in a graceful manner, but unexpectedly, as soon as his foot touched the ground, he was hit by a stone and his body shook.

He coughed twice, quickly adjusted his posture, put a perfect smile on the corner of his mouth, walked into the inn, and his eyes fell on An Ran's red little face.

An Ran: Who is this person? ...I don’t know him!

But Anran recognized that carriage. Wasn't that the group of people she had just met on the road?

They are the family who are pulling the coffin and preparing for the funeral.

But the man in front of him, neither his clothes nor his expression showed any sign of grief for the loss of a loved one.

The King of Chu smiled and walked closer, looking at An Ran and repeating: "An inn that can't make pig intestines is an inn without soul. The girl said, is that right?"

He thought An Ran would be very happy to hear this, maybe even moved to the point of crying and coming over to him, looking at him with admiring eyes, then lowering her head and shyly saying, "Thank you, sir."

Then, he would wait for an opportunity to suggest having a meal together. Well, we could also have some wine to liven things up.

And then, and then,

But An Ran didn't play by the rules at all.

She said with a straight face: "Who are you?"

This sentence froze the smile that the King of Chu had managed to put on his face, which seemed to be genuine, gentle, and full of goodwill.

King of Chu: This beautiful girl, could it be that she didn’t hear clearly what I said?

He smiled stiffly and said, "I mean, this pig intestine is really a delicacy. This inn..."

But this time, before he could finish his words, An Ran interrupted him: "If you like, eat it yourself. It's none of my business."

The smile on the King of Chu's face could no longer be suppressed.

But he didn't intend to give up.

Alas, it would be a pity if such a beautiful girl was not destroyed quickly.

He took out a silver ingot from his pocket and said, "Shopkeeper, go and kill a pig right away. The meat is for you, and the pig intestines are for this girl. Remember, make it delicious."

But he didn't know how to eat the pig intestine or whether it could be eaten.

Even when he mentioned the three words "pig intestine", he felt like vomiting: that kind of thing has no right to enter this king's stomach!

"You bought it yourself, eat it yourself." An Ran rolled her eyes at him, turned around and walked away, saying, "Look at the way you smile, you're not a good person!"

The King of Chu was petrified again, and suddenly he noticed a strange noise behind him. Turning back, he saw the guard named Liu Chetai covering his mouth and trying hard to hold back his laughter.

Damn, this is so fucking embarrassing.

He vented all his anger on Liu Chetai and was about to step forward and kick him, but stopped abruptly midway.

No, I cannot expose my cruel nature like this.

Perhaps this girl is pretending to be cool and deliberately doing the opposite to attract my attention. Yes, that must be the case.

This king is a shameless and shameless villain.

Since you don't care about your face anymore, why bother about face or not.

In short, I will never give up just like that.

My beautiful girl, when I ravage you later, don't blame me. Blame your parents for giving birth to you who is so damn beautiful.

"Idiot! Did you forget to bring your brain when you went out today?" Seeing his twisted and tangled face, An Ran added, "After we kill the pig, you can keep the pig's brain for yourself."

Liu Che behind him finally couldn't hold it in anymore and finally burst out laughing, and the other guards also wanted to laugh.

The King of Chu turned around and glared at everyone: Humph, it's that Liu Che again. Every time you try to sabotage me, I will definitely... Oh, forget it. Who told you to be so good at kung fu? I don't value your talent.

But his cold, warning look had already made Liu, no, Liu Che too, so frightened that he shrank his neck and dared not speak. He simply covered his head with his hands and hid behind.

An Ran also held back her laughter and walked to her desk and sat down.

Humph, the master said that there are only two types of men who take the initiative to strike up a conversation and show their courtesy for no reason.

First, I fell in love with you at first sight.

Second, he is either a traitor or a thief.

But the first situation generally only exists in storybooks and is basically impossible in real life.

Everything the Master says is the truth and cannot be refuted.

Besides, An Ran didn’t really understand what love at first sight was like.

However, this brainless man is obviously not a good person. He must be either a thief or a thief.

Even though someone has died at home, she is still dressed so fancy and smiling so happily, and she is still in the mood to strike up a conversation and show her kindness for no reason.

How good can such a person be?

The King of Chu, who had seen and pleased countless women, had no idea that An Ran was thinking so much at this moment, and he still thought that this girl was playing hard to get.

It doesn't matter, I have plenty of means, the key is to be shameless. Are you still afraid that you can't take it?

At worst, just go for it.

***

The capital of Zhenguo, Prince Qi’s Palace.

Cui Hongqi stood up from the bathtub, heat rising from his whole body.

He gently wiped the water off his body, put on a brand new white undershirt, and then put on his coat.

He stood in front of the mirror, dried his hair, and combed it meticulously.

He moved slowly and with a focused expression, as if he was performing some sacred ritual.

Afterwards, he brewed a pot of green tea with elegant and leisurely movements, then stood at the desk with his hands behind his back, picked up the brush in his right hand, and the ink gradually spread on the rice paper.

It's like depicting the most sacred thing in the world.

On the rice paper, a plum tree forest gradually emerges, a red plum tree forest.

Under the merlin, a woman in a lake green dress was lying. She looked so peaceful, as if she was asleep.

Finally, he changed his pen and wrote a poem in the blank space:

Beside the broken bridge outside the post, loneliness has no owner.It's already dusk alone, but even more wind and rain.

Unintentional struggle for spring, Renqun Fang was jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant.

He stood quietly, looking at the painting motionlessly.

A soft and warm smile gradually appeared on his face.

On a small table nearby, there was a thick stack of scrolls.

Each scroll depicts the same scene - a woman in a lake green dress lying in a grove of red plum trees, and next to her is the poem "Ode to the Plum Blossom" that made Mei Xueer famous.

He unfolded the scrolls one by one and looked at each picture carefully.

Then he left the latest volume and threw the rest into the brazier.

"Your Highness." Zixuan knocked on the door and walked in.

Cui Hongqi looked up at him and pointed at the painting on the table, "Put it away."

Zixuan put the painting on the shelf behind the bookcase and walked out.

"How is it?" Cui Hongqi asked.

"It's all right now. Those secret guards are quite capable." Zixuan looked up at his prince, "Doesn't your prince want to know who sent the assassins?"

Cui Hongqi's lips curled slightly, "You don't need to ask."

He was silent for a moment, with a hint of coldness and cruelty in his eyes: "Go, break Liu Feifei's other leg... If the princess attacks Mei Xueer again, cut off Liu Feifei's right arm. If she continues to attack, cut off her daughter's other arm... If the princess wants to attack the person I care about most, I will slowly destroy the things she cares about most... I will not allow anyone in this world to disrespect her, and I will not allow anyone to hurt her. Anyone, including myself..."

Zixuan shuddered and couldn't help but remind him, "Your Majesty, please wake up. She is not..."

Cui Hongqi's eyes became even colder, as if the temperature in the room was dropping.

Zixuan quickly shut up.

The corners of Cui Hongqi's very handsome mouth gradually pulled out a twisted, weird smile, and he murmured: "In fact, the one who hurt her the most was the third brother..."