After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

Bodhi came in with tea and snacks, but saw that Pu Ran had already packed everything.

"Got to go?"

"Well, I'll come and discuss Buddhism with you next time."

Bodhi picked up a piece of cake and handed it to her lips. Her stomach was so hungry that she opened her mouth and took the food.

"I'm under house arrest and can't go out. I can only wait for you to come and see me."

There was a hint of joking and loneliness in his words. Pu Ran immediately stood on tiptoe and touched his head: "Be good."

With this touch, she felt instantly elevated.

Is this the monk’s head?

Try to touch it a few more times next time.

The man with a pure and gentle temperament slightly curved his eyes, seeming to enjoy her touch very much.

"La Zi Ji has already asked someone to make the arrangements."

"!!!"

What to do if you have a very reliable junior who is going to explode with joy!!!

When she passed Bodhi, she patted his shoulder with her hand, and the girl's voice was bright, showing her cheerful joy: "Let's go."

Bodhi turned to look at her, his shoulders burning, his long, bright golden eyelashes half-closed without making a sound, and said softly, "Okay."

Even though people have left and the tea has gotten cold, the wrinkles on the sheets still show that someone has slept here.

He walked forward and picked up the monk's robe that Pu Ran had changed with both hands. His bony fingers smoothed out the folds of the fabric inch by inch, and his movements were always gentle and lingering.

The monk's robe was folded and put away by him as a treasure.

……

Good news: the princess is back.

Bad news: He came back from the monk’s house.

Sitting in the study, Xie Jinyan listened to the report from his subordinates. Under his slanted eyebrows, his eyes were deep and dark, revealing no emotion at all.

He looked at the document and asked calmly, "What is she doing now?"

The subordinate's tone also showed a bit of helplessness: "Your Highness, the princess is eating spicy chicken now."

"Eating these so early in the morning?"

The subordinate nodded solemnly.

This princess has an iron stomach.

Xie Jinyan put down the documents and rubbed his temples tiredly.

The rain fell heavily all night, and he handled official business all night, but his good sister slept in someone else's house all night.

His eyes grew increasingly cold, like the ferocity of a poisonous snake about to devour its prey, but they soon turned into a dull, dead look without a trace of concern.

Xie Jinyan waved his hand and his subordinates retreated.

The man suddenly sighed, closed his eyes with mixed emotions, and took a nap with his head supported by one hand.

Not long after, the subordinates came to report again in a hurry.

Xie Jinyan was woken up and was in a bad mood. His voice was low and oppressive: "What's the matter?"

"Your Highness, Song Zhao is here to see the princess!"

His breathing became heavier for a moment, and he felt like biting Pu Ran to pieces.

Probably because of what he said yesterday, Xie Jinyan really started to become cold towards her.

The man pressed his fingers on the table, pressing so hard that his nails turned cold white. As he slowly exhaled, his voice was cold and indifferent when he spoke again: "No need to report such a small matter."

Let her do it.

He didn't want to waste any more time on her.

The subordinates were a little confused for a moment.

Then I had to report everything to you before, what's going on? Is this a cold war?

……

Chuntao had already served the tea. Pu Ran looked at Song Zhao who was sitting in front of him, wondering, "How did you have the courage to run into the palace?"

Aren’t you afraid that Xie Jinyan will arrest you and put you in a dark room in private?

Seeing her strange expression, Song Zhao said coldly: "Do you hate seeing me so much?"

Pu Ran was surprised. There are not many people who are so self-aware nowadays.

Song Zhao choked and snorted coldly, the young man looked stubborn and awkward: "You...you think I want to come! It's only because Liu Yin asked me to bring something to you that I came here reluctantly."

Bring something?

Pu Ran was puzzled: "Wouldn't it be better if I asked the immortals to bring me something?"

There's no need for you to make another trip.

This is so troublesome.

She really just felt sorry for bothering Song Zhao and had no other intentions, but to Song Zhao's ears, it sounded like she was hated.

The boy's eyes were bloodshot and he had the viciousness of a wolf cub, as if if Pu Ran said something to provoke him again, he would pounce on him and bite him to pieces regardless of the consequences.

"My Lord, you went out yesterday evening and haven't come back yet. I'm so sorry that you asked me to bring you something."

Puran: "It rained so hard last night, maybe he stayed at the inn. I can wait a little longer and wait for him to come back and bring it to me."

Song Zhao's forehead veins popped up: "Do you want more?"

Are you annoying? Can’t I come here?

Puran nodded: "Yes, yes, yes!!!"

She stretched out her hands obediently.

Song Zhao took out a letter from his sleeve and slapped it into her palm.

Then he sat there alone, feeling depressed and drinking tea, waiting for Pu Ran to read the letter.

When she opened the envelope and saw the handwriting of a small worm that looked similar to her little turtle's, she smiled knowingly.

This is Leuven's handwriting, not an imitation.

[Oh, I don’t even know where to start. ]

[Something happened in Mijiang, I have to go back as soon as possible.]

[Junior Sister, if you complete the mission and I haven't come back yet, if you go somewhere else, you must leave a message for Third Senior Brother. I will go to the Marquis' Mansion to see you then!]

[Also, you must miss me when I leave. I originally wanted to go to the palace to see you before I left, but things are too urgent. Sorry, I can only see you next time.]

He signed his name with a drawing of his favorite little snake, with flowers floating around the snake's head.

Pu Ran stroked the little snake with his fingertips, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Know it.

If you don’t come back after the mission is completed, I will go find you.

Liu Yin's physical and spiritual energy also needs to be replenished in time. Too much and his body cannot bear it, too little and it is not enough for endurance, so every time they meet and hold hands, Pu Ran has to control the amount and input a little into his body.

Seeing that she could be so happy just reading a letter, Song Zhao put down his teacup, crossed his arms across his chest, feeling angry and unhappy.

"Now that the stuff has been delivered, I'll leave."

He stood up but did not move, perhaps hoping that Pu Ran would speak to him and stay.

Puran waved his hand: "Go quickly, don't delay you from doing other things."

Then she saw Song Zhao flicking his sleeves in anger, his face became even more sullen, and he walked out with big strides.

Puran: “?”

Who made you angry?

Well, that’s how kids are. During adolescence, their tempers are hard to predict. She understands.

Song Zhao turned back halfway through his walk, his ears red, and he said with a stiff face, "I... I have been giving alms recently..."

Almsgiving is actually a Buddhist term, which means distributing money, physical objects, etc. to other people.

To put it bluntly, it was a good thing.

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

"Wait."

The girl behind him called him, and Song Zhao stood still nervously with his fists clenched.

Pu Ran looked at the young man's thin back with a smile and said leisurely: "Since you are here, let's have lunch before leaving."