Zhaoran blinked, and smiled playfully.

Her laughter sounded nice, like a gust of east wind, gently brushing through his ears, and like a peach blossom, falling on his eyelashes.

The smile is also very beautiful, the eyes are bright and full of calm greed:

"I like it."

Jiang Ruohan's face changed slightly, and suddenly he felt that his little face pierced into his eyes like a needle: "You are really snobbish."

"What's wrong with snob? Isn't it wrong to snob?" Zhao Ran frowned in dissatisfaction and held his hand and walked forward:

"If I don't have the right, do you think you can take me with you? Maybe you have become a dead body now, maybe how did you die, such as frozen to death or beaten to death..."

"Are you just looking forward to my death?!"

He stood in front of her angrily, his heart hurting.

He looked down at the young boy with his eyes and saw his handsome face bulging out of anger, which made him feel a little fleshy.

So cute.

He reached out to cover his little face and pouted his red lips as if he was coaxing the child: "Oh, how can I hope my brother die? I'm telling you the truth. If you don't meet me, have you ever thought about what you will encounter in the future?"

Jiang Ruohan choked up and recalled the days when he lived in the cold palace that life was worse than death, the wounds on his body were all ached faintly.

He glanced at him quietly, and saw that his face had indeed changed, so he took the opportunity to educate him:

"Power and money are the best things in the world. Remember, if one day in the future, you will give up your beloved and gain power, you will not hesitate."

She said it seriously. Jiang Ruohan frowned and looked at her, and suddenly felt uncomfortable: "If one day they asked you to give up me, will you give up me?"

"How dare I?" said divinely: "You are holding my handle."

Hearing this answer, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he grabbed her handle so that she would not let go and would not throw him away easily.

But how can the handle be enough?

He frowned and walked obediently by her side, and inexplicably remembered Jiang Jialan's figure in his mind.

Such nobleness and elegance seemed to be a figure that he would never touch in his life.

He had thought of killing him, but he had never thought of replacing him.

perhaps--

He glanced at the hands of the two men, his eyes slightly dimmed.

He could give her a lot of money for this guy, which could be regarded as repaying her life-saving grace.

As the two walked, Zhaoran suddenly spoke: "Tomorrow, we will go to Qingzhu Academy. I will find a way to let you go to school and learn calligraphy and study."

When Jiang Ruohan heard this, he frowned: "Do you think of a way? What's the solution?"

How could he, a prince who was equivalent to an abandoned one, go to Qingzhu Academy to study?

Thinking of this, he suddenly became nervous: "You can't go to Jiang Jialan!!"

Zhaoran didn't expect that Jiang Jialan would ask for the emperor, and the person who was prejudiced against Jiang Ruohan was the emperor, and he would care about Jiang Jialan's affairs.

But when he looked down, Jiang Ruohan frowned and looked at her with a stern face. She blinked blankly and suddenly smiled: "Why? Why are you so hostile to him?"

"Is it okay if you are too hostile?? He obviously has ill-telled you!!" Jiang Ruohan retorted unwillingly.

"But what happened to the wrong plan?" Zhaoran raised his eyebrows, feeling no problem at all:
Chapter completed!