Juntian University Chronicle

Ling Guang didn't know that he was already in someone else's pocket.He entered the dormitory, drank a cup of tea, and began to review his homework, but he couldn't help being distracted while watching.Gongsun Qian was sent by Emperor Qikun to Beirong to discuss post-war matters. The mission has been gone for more than ten days, and he does not know what the current situation is.

Seeing Ling Guang staring blankly at the table again, Ziyun couldn't help shaking her head, thinking to herself, her young master is the most dedicated person, if she falls in love with someone, she can't wait to dedicate her whole body to him, she is extremely stubborn.Fortunately, it is no longer wishful thinking like it was with Young Master Qiu Zhen, but a mutual gratification with Master Gongsun.I just hope that his enthusiasm can fulfill his wish and not be let down.

Since Murongli went down the river to rescue people last time, he was caught in the wind and cold, and after recuperating for many days, he recovered a little bit, but he was still a bit sleepy.

Zhi Ming held the medicine bowl and insisted on feeding him himself, but Murong Li couldn't resist, so he had to let him go.

"You look very smart on weekdays." Zhi Ming put down the empty medicine bowl, sighed, "It's cold in the spring, I'm so weak, but I still jump into the water with a feverish head."

Murong Li lowered his head: "The situation was urgent that day, can I just watch Mr. Mo Lan being swept away by the current?"

"Those servants are all dead?" Zhi Ming said angrily, "A bunch of useless trash!"

Murongli knew that he also cared about him. These days Zhiming did not pretend to be taken care of by human hands, and it was impossible not to be moved. Feeling relieved in his heart, Fang raised his head and said softly: "My lord, you don't need to worry about me. In fact, I am just a commoner. Those attendants are not much taller, so how can you order them at will?"

Zhiming raised his eyebrows: "A Li, it's not right for you to say that, you are the guest minister of my house, and you are considered half the master."

Murong Li couldn't help laughing: "Master, you are joking, you must have known why I entered the mansion back then, but you are kind enough to never expose me."

Zhi Ming shook his head, Murong Li is really smart, he sees everything clearly, so it is meaningless to hide in front of him.

Thinking of this, he suddenly shook his hand and said, "A Li, if... if I propose, will you marry me?"

When Murong Li first heard this, he couldn't help being stunned.

Zhi Ming continued: "I will tell my parents that the matchmaker is getting married, so you will be my rightful king?"

After realizing it, Murong Li hastily withdrew his hand, forced a smile and said, "You and I are very different in status, so please stop joking, my lord."

"Why is it a joke?" Zhi Mingfu hastily grabbed his hand again and held it tightly: "I am sincere and sincere, and there is no lie."

Murongli looked at him, Zhi Ming changed his usual lazy and perfunctory look, but he was indescribably serious, he couldn't help feeling a little moved, marrying this person is his best choice at present, but is it really feasible?

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Zhiming was a little anxious, and couldn't help but said, "What's wrong with Ah Li? Don't tell me you're still thinking about Brother Gongsun?"

Murong Li's mood was fluctuating at first, but he couldn't help being annoyed when he heard the words, he said in a choked voice: "Young master, why did you say that! Master Gongsun has only helped me a few times, I just feel grateful for his kindness, why do you arrange me like this?"

"If that wasn't the case, why have you always been lukewarm to me, and only when you mention him will you have a different look on your face?" When mentioning Gongsun Qian, Zhiming felt as if his heart was soaked in vinegar, and he felt slightly sour. .

Murong Li really admires Gongsun Qian in his heart, but to him, Gongsun Qian is the flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, and he passed by in surprise on the journey of life, after all, they are not on the same road, and after careful consideration, it is nothing.As for Zhi Ming, although the time spent together has been uneventful, it has long been like plain rice and boiling water to him, indispensable.Now that I think about it, I only have a longing for Gongsun Qian, but I have already silently agreed with Zhi Ming.

Sigh, I only sigh that there are too many things between them, not only the disparity in status, but also his methods that were not so glorious at the beginning. Which family's parents would value a Kun who abandons all dignity and shame for money?

Zhiming saw that his face was pale, as if he had been stabbed in a sore spot by himself, and felt a dull pain in his heart, he stood up slumpedly and pushed the door to leave.

Murongli actually wanted to hold him back and tell him what was on his mind.But when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't say anything, he could only watch his back drifting away, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

It wasn't until he was pushed and shoved a few times that he came back to his senses, and when he looked up, he saw a magnified face.

"Mr. Mo?" Murong Li looked back in surprise, "Why did you come here?"

Mo Lan sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "I'll come and see my savior." After saying that, she clicked her tongue and took out her handkerchief, "Did you two quarrel?"

Murong Li took the handkerchief to wipe off the tears, calmed his mind, and said: "How dare Murong Li argue with Young Master, it's just that he lost his eyes."

Mo Lan snorted: "Don't worry about me, I just listened to some at the door."

Murongli said quietly: "Since you already know, why bother to ask again."

"You!" Mo Lan couldn't help being a little annoyed by his rebuttal, and poked him on the shoulder and said, "I'm about to die of your temper."

Murongli looked at him with some puzzlement, not knowing why he said that.

"In this whole family, is there anyone who can't see brother Zhiming's feelings for you? Only you, I think you are pretending to be confused," Mo Lan pouted. "Empty brother Zhiming's kindness has been fulfilled."

Murongli was a little strange. In the past, Mo Lan was most afraid of what he would think about Zhiming. What happened today?

Looking at Murongli's puzzled eyes, Mo Lan sighed, and said: "After sunset that day, I was rescued by you, and I also suffered from a serious illness. Since then, I have been in a daze, exhausted, and have no energy to thank you .It’s just that during so many days, brother Zhiming never came to visit me, but sent a lot of supplements. But why would my family miss those things? All I want is his kindness.”

Hearing what he said, Murongli couldn't help feeling a little bit unbearable when he saw his depression, so he stretched out his hand and shook his hand gently.

Mo Lan shook her head with a smile, put his hand into the quilt, and continued: "I thought he was busy with some important business, but then the servant next to me told me that brother Zhiming has been in the mansion all the time. Take care of you manually. Tell me, what else can I think about such an obvious difference?"

Murong's heart was sour and sweet, and there was a smile in his eyes that he didn't realize when he looked at Mo Lan.

"You are really lucky to be treated so attentively by Brother Zhiming." Mo Lan said, "It seems that I should also quit."

"Didn't you once say that you want to be the gentleman of Zhiming and let me be the servant?" Murongli asked blurted out.

"Aren't you unwilling to serve the emperor, even if that person is brother Zhiming?" Mo Lan said with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

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