Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 1515 Snow inquiry battle, the matter of Qianru
Xuanyuan Zhan sent Murong Jingxue and Yiru to Ning Xuan's residence, and when he was about to leave, Murong Jingxue took Xuanyuan Zhan's hand and said softly: "I have something to ask you, you and I Come."

As soon as the words were finished, without waiting for Xuanyuan Zhan to agree, Murong Jingxue pulled Xuanyuan Zhan away from the flower hall.

While being pulled by Murong Jingxue, Xuanyuan Zhan turned his head and gave Leng Qing a wink.

An Yiru looked at the distant figures of the two, raised her head and looked at Leng Qing with a very meaningful look.

Goosebumps all over Leng Qing's body were about to rise from the scorching gaze. He frowned and looked at An Yiru who had been sizing him up with scorching gaze: "You, what are you looking at?"

The corner of An Yiru's mouth curled up into a smile, she took a step forward, and then hurriedly took a step back.

She, she must have some plans for him, right?But she is only a ten-year-old child?

An Yiru looked at Leng Qing with sparkling eyes, forced Leng Qing to a place where there was no way to retreat, then knelt down with a puff, and kowtowed to Leng Qing: "Please take me as your apprentice!"

Leng Qing was caught off guard by this dramatic scene, touched the little heart that had been terrified just now, and before An Yiru raised her head, she turned around and quickly disappeared in the flower hall.

When An Yiru raised her head, she saw the grand master's chair in front of her. The master she wanted to worship had long since disappeared, she was stunned, and hurriedly chased him out, shouting as she ran, "Master, master!"

Stumbling coldly on the roof, touching her head speechlessly and shaking her head, isn't it too early for her master to shout?
Murong Jingxue pulled Xuanyuan Zhan to the gazebo in the back garden, then let go of Xuanyuan Zhan, sat down on the stone bench, and pouted towards the opposite stone bench: "Sit!"

Xuanyuan Zhan put away the folding fan, put it on the stone table, and sat down on the stone bench very obediently.

Murong Jingxue kept staring at him without blinking her eyes.

The corner of Xuanyuan Zhan's mouth curled up into a playful smile: "Jing'er, I'm even ashamed if you look at me like this."

Murong Jingxue almost choked on her saliva, he didn't look embarrassed, he was obviously embarrassed.

"Let me ask you, what prejudice do you have against Sima Qianru? Did you know her before?" Murong Jingxue asked straight to the point. She is not a fool. When she was in the teahouse, she saw that Xuanyuan Zhan seemed to be doing that on purpose. Sima Qianru's, and the way Xuanyuanzhan looked at her didn't hate her for no reason. She could tell that he must have known Sima Qianru a long time ago, and he and Sima Qianru must have some kind of past that she didn't know about.

It was within Xuanyuan Zhan's expectation that Murong Jingxue would ask this, but the matter about Sima Qianru was the privacy between her and Zhixuan after all, so he really didn't know how to tell Murong Jingxue.

Seeing Xuanyuan Zhan's frowning and pensive expression, Murong Jingxue's heart pounded. As expected, Xuanyuan Zhan and Sima Qianru had an unusual past, but what kind of past would it be?

"Jing'er, I really don't know how to tell you about this matter. I don't deny it. You are right. I did know about Sima Qianru many years ago, and the matter between me and Sima Qianru It's not something that can be explained clearly." Xuanyuan Zhan held Murong Jingxue's hand, and said softly: "Jing'er, I have something to deal with now, and I will definitely explain it to you when I have a chance in the future."

After finishing speaking, Xuanyuan Zhan kissed Murong Jingxue lightly on the forehead, and then left quickly.

(End of this chapter)