The Heaven-defying Mad Concubine is coming

Chapter 130 Being Abandoned...

"En! Let's go now." Murong Xingchen was a little disappointed, but he knew that if he wanted to get close to her, he had to get well soon, so the most important thing now was to soak in the hot spring.

He raised his hand, and An Ye came over immediately, pushing him away.

"By the way, this is for you." Meng Ruoli handed the top grade Huanyan Pill to Murong Xingchen.

Murong Xingchen glanced at the words on the porcelain bottle, and smiled, "I don't really care about looks, but since you care, Li'er, I will use it."

Watching Murong Xingchen disappear, Meng Ruoli stood there in a daze for a while, like walking to the practice room, she was indeed quite tired, returned to the practice room and fell asleep under the covers.

When she woke up, it was already almost noon, Qiuqiu had already caught two hares and three pheasants and came back, and kept them in the yard in the dark night, Murong Xingchen had soaked in the hot spring and read a book in the yard.

Murong Xingchen raised his head and smiled at Meng Ruoli, "I'm awake."

"En! I'm going to cook, how about killing a pheasant at night." Meng Ruoli smiled at Murong Xingchen.

An Ye couldn't help but grab a pheasant into the kitchen.

At noon, I randomly fried a little dish, put the pheasant in the stew pot, and boiled it slowly.

After eating, Meng Ruoli habitually pushed Murong Xingchen out for a walk. After walking around, they stopped by the Lingquan. There were actually a few more small fish in the fish pond. They were very small, but they were still caught by Meng Ruoli. Li saw it.

"Why are these little fish so small?" Meng Ruoli sat on the ground and looked at the little fish in the fish pond, with a rare gentle smile on her face.

Murong Xingchen looked at Meng Ruoli's appearance, and the corners of his mouth were raised. He took out the flute and put it on his mouth, blowing a beautiful tune. He is not a person who likes to cultivate his sentiments. He only plays the flute when he is irritable, so that he can self-regulate his mood. Afterwards, Meng Ruoli liked to listen to the music he played, and he began to play for her, which was the only way he could personally please her so far.

Meng Ruoli sat upright, with her head resting on her knees, staring at Murong Xingchen obsessively. He is the most charming when he plays, and his tunes can make her feel as calm as water.

He played a moving tune, and she stared at him obsessively. The two of them just stayed so quietly until Qiuqiu suddenly rushed over, "Master, don't be an idiot, your soup is almost stewing dry."

"Oops." Meng Ruoli yelled, and hurried to the kitchen.

"Damn girl, just throw me here like this." Murong Xingchen looked at the bad woman who had disappeared. Tang abandoned himself here.

He looked at his legs resentfully, and when he recovered, he would never give her a chance to escape from him.

An Ye walked over quietly, "Master, have you gone back? The princess boiled it for you."

"She asked you to come?" Because he was left behind, his tone was a little cold. He was a mighty King of War and Grand Marshal who was left behind by a woman one day, and it was difficult to get rid of his anger.

"It was the concubine who asked the subordinates to come over. The concubine went to serve the hot pot for the master, and asked the subordinates to come and pick the master up for soup."

Damn girl, think of me now, it's too late.

Murong Xingchen was still angry, although it seemed that he was not as angry as before.

An Ye is nothing more than the one who knows Murong Xingchen best. Seeing him like this, An Ye immediately said neither humble nor overbearing, "When my subordinates left, the princess was arguing with Qiuqiu, and the princess gave Qiuqiu a bowl of soup. I don’t allow Qiuqiu to drink too much, and the concubine also said that my grandfather is too thin..." If things go on like this, the wind can blow him down. It’s true that a man is so skinny, and there is no sense of disobedience at all.

An Ye didn't say the second half of the sentence, if he did, he would probably be even angrier.

The dead girl still knows how to care about me. Seeing that you know how to care about me, this king will forgive you.

"Let's go! Go back." Murong Xingchen finally turned from cloudy to sunny, and An Ye let out a sigh of relief. His master's temper is definitely not easy to deal with, but now that there is a princess, it seems easier to deal with than before.

(End of this chapter)