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Chapter 117: His ears are getting red

In the afternoon, the sun was slightly warm, and a golden color was sprinkled in front of Dali Temple.

Su Qingran had just had lunch when she was called into the carriage by Murong Che.

Pulling off the curtain and looking at the direction of the carriage, she looked at the man in the carriage in confusion, "Where is the prince going?"

"Zhang Mansion."

Zhang Mansion? Could it be the mansion of the Minister of Revenue?

Su Qingran slowly lowered the curtains and came back to sit down.

Leaning against the soft couch, she quickly took a nap.

The agarwood lingers in the carriage, and in the faint fragrance fog, Su Qingran's sleeping face is quiet.

With his head resting on his arms, he unknowingly slid onto Murong Che's calves as the carriage bumps.

From the calf pillow to the feet, she changed to a comfortable position to sleep with satisfaction.

Murong Che lowered his eyes and glanced at Su Qingran who was sleeping, his eyes slightly condensed.

From his sight, the woman beside him looked inexplicably cute and silly when she was asleep.

With her eyes closed, her long eyelashes fell on her white cheeks, and her pink lips were gently tumbling, just like the peach blossoms in March, tempting to pick them.

It seemed that he was sleeping coldly, and Su Qingran suddenly hugged Murong Che's calves.

This action made the man above who was watching her suddenly tremble, and the ear beads behind the iron mask gradually turned red.

He quickly pulled the blanket beside him, covered Su Qingran, and grabbed the scroll on the table.

When he arrived at Zhang Mansion, Bailihe slowly tied the reins.

As soon as the carriage stopped, Su Qingran woke up slowly.

As soon as I stretched, the blanket covered by my body slid down.

She opened her sleepy eyes and glanced at Murong Che suspiciously.

Will this man cover her with a blanket?

"Wake up?" Murong Che put down the book, still the page he looked at when he picked it up.

"Um."

"Since I wake up, I will help the prince get out of the car."

Su Qingran frowned and looked at him, "Can't the prince leave by himself?"

It’s okay to serve the medicine, but now she even uses small things like getting off the carriage. She is not a servant in the Yong'an Marquis’ Mansion now.

"No, your feet are numb." Murong Che lowered his eyes and glanced at his right foot.

Su Qingran looked at him in his sight and suddenly realized that she had been lying on his feet when she was sleeping just now?

Why didn't he take it away? It's too dirty.

Murong Che saw the disgust in her eyes, and his whole face suddenly sank.

This woman dared to think that he was dirty, but he didn't think that her head was heavy.

Leng Lengdu gave her a look, then got up and reached out to her hand.

Su Qingran sniffed the cold breath in the carriage, quickly changed into a smile and held him, "Prince, please wait, don't fall."

Although more than half a month has passed, white banners are still hanging in front of Zhang's mansion.

The cold wind blows, leaving a desolation.

Bailihe came forward and knocked on the door. The servant looked up and saw Murong Che, and hurriedly saluted, "I have seen the prince, I wonder if there is anything wrong with the prince coming to the mansion?"

Because Murong Che wore an iron mask all year round, he was easily recognized.

"Can your wife be there?"

"Here, the prince comes with his servant."

Under the guidance of the servant, the three of them quickly passed through the Zhang Mansion Courtyard and arrived at the main courtyard.

In the Zhang Mansion, white lanterns are hung everywhere, and there is a sense of sadness everywhere.

In the flower hall, they met Mrs. Zhang, a thin and haggard woman.

When she saw Murong Che, she saluted slowly, her eyes were red and swollen, and there was a trace of sadness that could not be dissipated in her eyes.

"Mrs. Zhang, Lord Zhang has gone, please feel sorry for me." Bailihe comforted her.

"Thank you, Mrs. Baili." After Mrs. Zhang ordered someone to watch the seat, she looked at Murong Che, "The prince is here today to tell his wife, has the murderer who killed my husband been found?"
Chapter completed!
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