It seemed that she did want to poison herself, but perhaps she was ordered to do so by someone else, which led to her not taking action in the end.

Her intuition told her that this matter had something to do with her.

She walked forward slowly, walked to the bottom of the corridor, and stepped onto the steps. Song Ran was sitting lazily on the chair, one leg resting on it in an inelegant manner, looking at the bright moon in the water.

A tear happened to fall from the corner of her eye.

Bao'er took a deep breath, walked forward slowly, and said softly: "What are you doing here?"

Song Ran looked at her in astonishment, wiped his tears hastily, and said in shock: "Why are you here?"

"I came here to see you. What An Yunsha said just now is not pleasant. I'm afraid you will be unhappy."

As she spoke, she sat next to Song Ran. Seeing that she was still holding the medicine bag tightly in her hand, she simply pretended to turn a blind eye:

"The watermelon you gave me was delicious, thank you."

"Nothing." Song Ran sniffed, lowered his head, and said in a cold voice:

"If there's nothing else, just go back first, you are Jiao'er."

Bao'er was surprised and waved his hand: "Jiao'er is my brother, not me."

She said, looking at the moon in the distance: "Thank you for helping me out today."

"Me?" Song Ran was stunned and laughed at himself:

"What can I do to help you out? It's you who can help you out. But I didn't expect that a girl like you would be such a good player."

She looked sideways at her, the admiration in her eyes not concealed:

"It's really amazing. How many years have you been practicing?"

Bao'er raised his eyebrows and calculated carefully: "Probably, it's been more than twenty years, right?"

"Pfft." Song Ran burst into tears and laughed, thinking she was joking:

"You are only eighteen years old now, why are you more than twenty years old?"

Counting Zuo Zhaoran's years and his own years, wouldn't it be more than twenty years?

She smiled and didn't answer, and Song Ran's attitude was obviously much more casual:

"Actually, I have heard of your name, Yuan Bao'er, for a long time. I heard that your mother regarded you as a treasure, so I just called you Yuan Bao'er. You have been surrounded by stars since you were born. I originally thought that you would be like this

Girl, I can at least beat you, but I didn’t expect that I can’t even do this.”

As he spoke, Song Ran bit his lip, suddenly thought of something, and asked tentatively:

"You... hate An Haoyang?"

Very annoying.

These three words were the first thing that came to Yuan Bao'er's mind, but Yuan Bao'er took a look at her expression, hesitated, and said softly:

"I really hate him. The main reason is not because of anything else, but mainly because you like him."

Song Ran looked at her in surprise, and she blinked playfully:

"After all, the two of us are considered acquaintances. I'm not the kind of man who would rob his own sisters. He likes me just because my identity is helpful to him. No matter if it's me Yuan Bao'er today or not, even if it's Zhang San Li Si, he

It’s okay to marry him.”

Song Ran was stunned, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then smiled faintly:

"It turns out...you can see it all."

"It's written in your eyes. As long as you're not a fool, you can see it." Bao'er blinked, hit the railing, rested his head on his hands, and turned to look at her:

"You're crying, is it because of him?"

Being suddenly touched, Song Ran pursed her lips and glanced at the wrinkled kraft paper in her hand: "Well, forget it."

After a pause, she sneered slightly, not knowing who she was laughing at: "But now I don't like it." The end of the sound was choked, and she wanted to cry, but she held it back:

"I don't want to do these things."

She reluctantly threw the brown paper into the water:

"I'm not a fool."

There was a beautiful light in her eyes. Although she was unwilling and unwilling to give up, it made me pity her more and more.

Bao'er looked at her for a moment and gently touched her head: "I think you are very smart."

Much smarter than that woman Shen Qingsi.

Song Ran sniffed when he heard the words, his voice was crying, and he turned to look at her in astonishment:

"Don't you ask why?"

Why?

She glanced at the kraft paper on the water and the faint fragrance that filled the air.

Don’t you understand this? But I haven’t thought about drugging her, so there’s no need to ask.

Bao'er shook his head, stood up, and gave her a space to relax:

"You can come back later, I'm leaving first."

"Eh?" Song Ran was shocked, raised his head and watched her go away, a little confused.

Come and leave as soon as you say. Why is this girl so weird?

She frowned and stared at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

However, I really don't hate it.

-

On the way back to the pavilion, Yuan Baoer was walking alone when a person crossed his eyes.

It's tolerance.

He walked up to her at some unknown time, stood upright with one hand in front of him, and took a few steps forward with some worry: "Are you okay?"

What could happen to her?

Bao'er raised his eyebrows in surprise, Rong Yu frowned, looking worried:

"I heard that you got into a fight with someone while you were outside. You weren't injured, were you?"

It turned out to be what Shen Qingsi was talking about.

She shook her head: "That guy was my previous enemy, so he got angry when he saw her. I wasn't hurt."

"That's good." Rong Yu nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I'll feel relieved."

Bao'er nodded and passed by him.

Suddenly, Rong Yu spoke again:

"You... like my eldest brother?"

She was startled, then looked back at him, feeling incredible: "Of course I don't like it, what do you mean by that?"

Rong Yu turned his back to her, standing straight:

"I was just thinking that my father had the intention to marry you to my eldest brother from the beginning. If you two are in love, I'm afraid you two will be able to make a marriage contract soon, but -"

He said the last two words with great difficulty, as if they were squeezed out of his throat. He turned around and looked at her earnestly:

"I know what kind of person my elder brother is. If you are with him, you will definitely not be happy."

Turns out I was really worried about her.

Baoer smiled, stepped forward and patted his shoulder:

"Don't worry, I can see it clearly. Besides, I won't get married that easily."

A trace of joy flashed between Rong Yu's eyebrows, and he said with relief, "That's good, I -"

His words suddenly stopped, and he looked behind Bao'er by mistake, with a hint of fear in his eyes, as if he saw some evil person.

Seeing his expression, Bao'er raised an eyebrow in confusion, turned around, and saw An Haoyang standing at the end of the path.

With his hair tied up in a gold crown and a sapphire blue gown, An Haoyang seemed to blend in with the ink color. An Haoyang's handsome face was cold and unhappy, with murderous intent in his eyes:

"If you don't want her to marry me, why, do you want her to marry you?"

The atmosphere was so dull that it seemed to choke people's breathing.

A flash of panic flashed in Rong Yu's eyes and he shook his head:

"Brother Emperor, that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?!"

An Haoyang stepped into the narrow path as if he was about to eat someone, his soap boots firmly stepping on the cobblestones with every step:
Chapter completed!