The Little Princess in the Palace (43)

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  The dazzling red color burned someone's eyes.

  Ruan Ruan's heart trembled, and she didn't even dare to ask why he appeared here.

  She subconsciously avoided his sight and walked away pretending she didn't see it.

  He had no idea how unnatural he was feeling at the moment.

  "Now you don't even want to talk to me?" Rong Yan suddenly asked.

  The low, hoarse voice filled with bitterness struck her eardrums. Ruan Ruan froze in her steps and slowly turned around.

  The smile on her face was forced, and it looked very forced. However, Rong Yan engraved it into his mind bit by bit with his greedy eyes, and his face remained expressionless.

  "...I just have something urgent to tell you..." Facing his gaze, I couldn't continue my words halfway through.

  Just mute it little by little.

  Ruan Ruan lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye.

  She didn't know how much time had passed, she just felt the silence was exceptionally long.

  She heard Rong Yan's hoarse voice again, "I was presumptuous just now, you... don't mind it."

  Ruan Ruan nodded absentmindedly, thinking of ending the topic there.

  A piece of red clothes suddenly caught her attention, and Ruan Ruan's eyes unconsciously showed joy.

  She took two quick steps and grabbed the corner of Qi Guanyao's clothes, as if she had found a perfect excuse to leave.

  "So you are here!"

  It sounded like she had been looking for him, and anyone could hear the happiness in her words.

  The atmosphere was a little weird for a moment.

  Yuehe and Yunzhu, who were following behind her, did not dare to step forward at this moment and just waited silently not far away.

  Ruan Ruan grabbed Qi Guanyao's sleeve so tightly that her fingertips turned pale and wrinkled his clothes.

  ——I didn't even notice the strength in my hands.

  Qi Guanyao took the initiative to hold her hands, which were stiff from overexertion, and held her fingers, gently prying them apart one by one. He was very patient.  

  Qi Guanyao held Ruan Ruan's slightly cold hands in his palms, looked at her, and asked no questions.


  He could naturally feel that she felt a little different towards Rong Yan, but no matter how jealous and crazy he was in his heart, he didn't dare to show it easily.

  Dare not ask.

  If the truth were revealed, would she take him more seriously?

  Qi Guanyao just smiled, not daring to let her see even a glimpse of the thick darkness in his eyes.

  "Jiaojiao..." Qi Guanyao reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her head, as if protecting some fragile porcelain, "Come with me."

  Ruan Ruan followed him obediently, and was led away step by step by him.

  The hem of her skirt swayed slightly as she walked.

  Behind him, Rong Yan lowered his eyelashes, and his thick eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.

  It's like this again——

  He watched their backs slowly disappear into the distance.

  ...

  Ruan Ruan seemed a little absent-minded throughout the hunting process.

  She didn't want to show it and displease Qi Guanyao, but with his keen perception, how could he not notice it.

  After finally waiting until it was getting dark, Ruan Ruan finally said that she was tired and temporarily ended the activity.

  Even so, they managed to hunt several rabbits, wild geese, a beautiful fox, and a reindeer.

  Qi Guanyao met several foxes in a row but was not satisfied with any of them. He picked and chose for a long time before he chose one with soft and fluffy fur and pure color.

  The two men rode together, shuttling through the woods, with the guards following behind them from a distance, collecting the prey that had been hit by arrows.

  After the end, they returned to the tent first, and the guards followed with the prey, waiting for orders.

  Inside the tent, Ruan Ruan changed out of her riding clothes and put on a moon-white double-breasted jacket. The circle of white fur on her wrists and neck looked very warm.

  (End of this chapter)

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