"Don't, I'm afraid I'll be dragged out and beheaded by King Xiao." Ju Qing joked.

Xia Ziluo glared at her again and was about to get up when he suddenly heard the sound of the servant coming from outside the door: "Madam, the owner of the Ye Shao Manor, the world's No. 1 farmhouse, is here."

Nightfall?

Xia Ziluo looked at Ju Qing, and Ju Qing explained: "I went to the world's No. 1 farm yesterday and told him about moving here."

"Oh." Xia Ziluo nodded and asked the servant to invite someone in.

Soon, with a slightly rapid footsteps, night appeared in the yard.

The moment he entered the yard, Ye Mu Ran was anxious to find Xia Ziluo's figure, and then when he saw her in the pavilion, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Today, Xia Ziluo was wearing a goose yellow plum blossom long skirt, and tied a small bun with a plain jade hairpin on his head. The hanging hair fell from his right shoulder to his waist.

The clouds and the moon are pretty and colorful, just like the fairy in the painting. For a moment, Ran was a little confused when he saw the night scene, and his heart began to jump around involuntarily.

Xia Ziluo and Ju Qing also saw Yewan Ran, and they laughed at him together.

Juqing didn't expect that night was still very anxious yesterday, but today she looked like a different person, looking very energetic.

Night Miran was wearing a simple white brocade robe. While it was clean and tidy, she was also so calm that she was so elegant that she was in the wind. On her high-stretched bun, there were purple crystal hairpins, which shone with him in a noble manner.

"I was just thinking about finding time to see you, but you came to your door by yourself. How about the business and how much loss did you suffer?" Xia Ziluo thought of the fire in Ye Muran's warehouse and immediately asked worriedly.

"It has been solved. You..." Ye Mu Ran couldn't help but blame herself when she remembered the matter that hurt Xia Ziluo that night, and her heart ached. "Is your injury... okay?"

While saying that Ye Muran looked at her carefully, trying to see if her wounds left scars.

Because he was too guilty and caring, his voice was mixed with a hint of trembling and uneasiness, and he couldn't hear it if he didn't listen carefully.

"That's right, it's nothing, it's not a big wound!" Xia Ziluo remembered the last time he was injured.

She is really stupid and should have sent someone to tell Ye Mu Ran. After all, she was accidentally injured by Ye Mu Ran, and she would feel guilty and blame herself for it. Ye Mu Ran might be worried about it for a while.

Xia Ziluo didn't want Ye Mu Ran to worry about her, so he acted very relaxed: "The medicine in the royal palace works very well!"

"You - don't blame me?" Ye Muran clenched his fists again and again, and still couldn't help but speak out the question that he had always wanted to get an answer in his heart.

"You asked so strangely, why should I blame you!" Xia Ziluo blinked in confusion.

"I--" Ye Muran's face suddenly changed, and her beautiful sword eyebrows were deeply entangled, hesitating whether to continue talking.

If he said that, Xia Ziluo would find his self-blame and his worries, and naturally he would also find his feelings towards her all the time.

Is this considered a confession?

Is it suitable for confession now?

When night was hesitating, Ju Qing could no longer watch, sighed and rubbed her temples.
Chapter completed!