The reborn sweet girl always wants to escape, but the abstinent prince hugs her and coaxes her!

Xu Rongrong was really angry at first, but seeing that he was about to hit the fire, she couldn't help but remind him.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it.

With his skills, even if he was really affected by the cold poison, how could he not be able to avoid a fire?

What's more, after she reminded him, she saw a smile in his eyes.

He did it on purpose!

Xu Rongrong stood up from the couch, turned around and left.

The night fell, leaving Mu Rong alone in the tea room.

After returning to her room, she lay on the bed, intending to read a few more pages of the book, but she couldn't resist the deep tiredness and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, the sky was already bright.

The early morning of late autumn was filled with desolation and emptiness. Xu Rongrong raised her hand and found that the book she had held last night had been placed on a table in the distance by someone, and she was wrapped in a half-soft quilt.

Is it Wen Yao? Or him?

She got up from the bed and found that there was no one on the couch outside.

Did he go out again at night?

Thinking of how exhausted he looked when he came home at night, her anger, which was already little, completely dissipated.

Wen Yao heard the noise and pushed the door open.

"Where did the Marquis go?" Xu Rongrong asked.

Wen Yao was startled for a moment, then replied, "The Marquis... is in the tea room."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his young lady go out and go straight to the tea room. Wen Yao did not follow her, but a smile appeared at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

The way the young lady treats the marquis...is different from the past after all.

There was a fire burning brightly in the tea room.

Mu Rong fell asleep on the small couch with his legs curled up.

He was tall and felt extremely cramped staying in there, but he slept very soundly.

Xu Rongrong frowned slightly. He had been busy all day and sleeping for a night would not relieve his fatigue at all. It might even make his back pain worse.

She pushed Mu Rong: "My Lord, wake up."

Perhaps he was too tired, Mu Rong didn't move at all.

"My Lord, Mu Rong! Get up quickly and don't sleep here." Xu Rongrong pushed him again.

"Hmm?" He opened his eyes, his consciousness still a little confused, but even so, he could recognize the girl in front of him at a glance, "What's wrong with Rongrong?"

"Get up and go back to bed!"

"No." Seeing that she was fine, he muttered and continued to close his eyes, but there was a hint of youthfulness on him...

Xu Rongrong was a little anxious. She grabbed his wrist through his sleeve and pulled hard.

Mu Rong couldn't fall asleep now, so he had to get up and let Xu Rongrong pull him into the room.

When he lay down again in a daze, the unique fragrance of a young girl came to his nose.

The bed was also much softer and more comfortable than the one he slept on every day.

The girl made a rustling sound as she pulled the quilt and gently covered him with it.

He curled his lips, and even though many thoughts were rushing through his mind, he couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep again.

He hasn't slept for three days and three nights.

Avoiding the emperor's eyes, entering and exiting Prince Ning's mansion and settling all these things properly is not something that can be done simply by being agile. It requires him to spend a lot of mental and physical energy.

The cold poison caused trouble from time to time, making him exhausted.

He slept until the afternoon.

When I opened my eyes, what came into view was the familiar yet unfamiliar dragon gauze tent.

This is Xu Rongrong's bed. Although they lived in the same room after marriage, he stayed away from this bed.

The last time he woke up in this bed was when the poison took effect.

She had to keep him that time.

But this time, it was at dawn, and she led him here step by step.

The quilt still lingered with her sweet scent, and he subconsciously pulled the quilt tightly together, feeling both satisfied and empty in his heart.

Hopefully this conspiracy will be over soon. When the third brother ascends the throne, he can stay with his beloved woman to his heart's content.

He didn't care about the politics of the court or the political intrigues. He just wanted to spend some romantic time with her and slowly get himself into her heart.

If...he still had time.

……

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of light footsteps.

The next moment, Xu Rongrong's eyes met his.

She seemed to have not expected him to wake up, and was a little surprised. She slightly turned sideways to avoid his slightly smiling eyes: "Since the Marquis has woken up, why don't you get up?"

"I can't bear to leave this sight of warmth and beauty."

Xu Rongrong blushed, muttered "Meng Lang" softly, turned around and left.

But before he could take a few steps, his wrist was grabbed.

"Thank you, Rongrong, for letting me sleep well." Mu Rong's voice was full of warmth.

Xu Rongrong did not answer. She was confused that morning and somehow led him to bed...

Forget it, this is his Xinghui Hall after all, and everything in this room originally belonged to him. I am just a cuckoo occupying his nest.

"Since the Marquis has woken up, please have dinner early," she said, then walked out and told Wen Yao to serve the meal.

Through the flickering window paper, he watched her giving instructions everywhere, just like a virtuous wife who took care of everything for her husband.

From the time he woke up until now, the corners of Mu Rong's mouth have never drooped.

……

During the day, Mu Rong rarely went to Prince Ning's mansion.

He didn't have to attend court today, so he went to the capital's guard station to deploy personnel: "The guards in the south of the city have been on duty for nearly a month. Tomorrow they will be transferred to replace the guards in the west of the city."

"Yes." The subordinate replied.

"I remember that Jianghan Street is arranged with four patrols every day. Why is there one less patrol in the evening these two years?" He flipped through the search records in various places.

The subordinate paused and said, "These days, several wealthy families in the Eighth Alley have been robbed repeatedly, so we have transferred some of the guards from Jianghan Street to the Eighth Alley to strengthen the guard."

"The Eight Alleys of the Capital? Humph, they are all stubborn old antiques." Mu Rong snorted, "It's enough to save face. Jianghan Street is full of new nobles. Can you... tell the difference between the primary and the secondary?"

The subordinate quickly responded: "I know I'm wrong, I'll make the arrangements right away."

Mu Rong glanced at him calmly and said, "Go ahead."

This man was originally the deputy of the capital's guards. When Mu Rong took over the defense of the capital, he checked his background and kept him.

He is the emperor's man.

Before Mu Rong became suspicious of the emperor, this person was helpful and harmless to him, but now...

The emperor wants to strengthen the secret guards' control over Jianghan Street. In order to avoid conflicts with the guards, he will naturally reduce searches on Jianghan Street... but these can only be done in secret.

In this matter, they were in the dark and he was in the light.

No one could find fault with the transfer of the guards. Moreover, he lived on Jianghan Street. Even if the emperor asked, he could use the excuse of protecting the safety of his own residence to evade the question.

As it was late autumn, it quickly became dark.

Mu Rong had dealt with the affairs of the camp and guard department, and the lights had already been lit in various places.

As soon as he returned to Xinghui Hall, Mu Ai came hurriedly: "Princess Ning, start it!"