"Master Mu, do you have a favorite girl in your heart?" Han Ruyi asked again.
Muzichuan was surprised for a moment, not expecting that she would ask this.
"Miss Han, is it inappropriate for you to ask these questions?" Mu Zichuan asked.
Han Ruyi said: "What I mean is that men should get married when they are college students, and women should get married when they are college students."
"If you don't have a favorite girl, then Ruyi is willing to form a good relationship with Master Mu. I just don't know what Master Mu wants?"
After saying all this, Han Ruyi's heart clenched tightly.
This was the first time she had expressed her love to a man face to face in her life. Han Ruyi was so moved by herself.
There is a saying that when a man chases a woman, there are mountains between them, and when a woman chases a man, there is a veil between them.
Mu Zichuan, let me see how you can escape from my gentle land!
Han Ruyi's charming eyes frequently glanced at Muzichuan, looking at him nervously and expectantly, looking forward to his next words.
At this moment, Mu Zichuan was also looking at Han Ruyi.
Although he saw the sachet just now, he was just guessing.
So now, when Han Ruyi pierced the window paper and boldly confessed, Muzichuan was still shocked.
But he quickly shook his head.
"Thank you, Miss Han, for your favor. Zichuan is flattered."
"It's just that Zichuan's family is poor and Miss Han is wealthy. Zichuan doesn't dare to wrong Miss Han."
Having said this, Mu Zichuan took a step back, put his hands together, leaned slightly and made a bow to Han Ruyi.
Then he straightened up and walked toward the door of the private room.
Is this... another rejection?
Han Ruyi came back to her senses, and the fingers holding the veil couldn't help but tremble.
Just when Mu Zichuan raised his hand to close the door bolt, Han Ruyi's voice came from behind again.
"You rejected my love because you had another woman in mind, right?" she asked.
Mu Zichuan didn't want to pay attention. Behind him, Han Ruyi's words stopped him in his tracks.
"The woman you pretend to be in your heart is not a girl waiting to be married, but someone else's wife, the mother of your child. Is that right?" Han Ruyi asked again.
Muzichuan turned around suddenly and said, "Miss Han, please speak more carefully!"
"What's your point?" Han Ruyi curled her lips and sneered.
She walked up to Mu Zichuan, "You dare to covet other people's wives, and you're not allowed to tell me? Who is this disrespectful person?"
"What on earth are you talking about?" Mu Zichuan's eyes were filled with anger, and he asked Han Ruyi word by word.
Han Ruyi did not answer Mu Zichuan's words, but said to herself: "That year when you were the top student in high school, when you left the Jinluan Palace, I happened to go into the palace to see my aunt."
"Although I just glanced at you from a distance, I knew that the person I wanted to marry in this life has already appeared."
"Yes, that person is you Mu Zichuan." Han Ruyi said.
Muzichuan frowned and said nothing.
Han Ruyi continued: "In the past two years, I have been paying attention to you silently."
"You have a breeze on your sleeves, you are talented, and you have good conduct."
"You never look for flowers and ask for willows, and you never live in luxury. In your house, the maids are all clean,"
"You can push the bed-warming maids that my uncle, the emperor, has given you. If you can't push them away, take them back. You will never touch them."
"You have worked hard. In the past two years, you have done many practical things and are deeply appreciated by the emperor."
"I like men like you."
"The only person who can be worthy of me, Han Ruyi, is you..."
"That's enough!" Mu Zichuan interrupted Han Ruyi's words.
"We are not suitable. Miss Han, please find another husband!" He said, turning around and about to leave, but Han Ruyi rushed over and held the door bolt, preventing him from leaving.
Mu Zichuan is a scholar and is not used to flirting with women.
He was a humble gentleman and could only avoid taking a few steps.
Han Ruyi murmured, with a face full of memories and fascination.
She seemed to be immersed in her own world and continued:
"Do you still remember the banquet in the palace garden on New Year's Eve?"
"That night, I danced, and everyone praised me. I was the center of attention, like the stars holding the moon."
"That night, I sat near you, and you drank alone and got drunk."
"I heard you keep mumbling a woman's name,"
"Yang, Ruo, Qing..."
Mu Zichuan's expression suddenly changed when he heard the name.
He turned around and stared at Han Ruyi, his pupils shrinking.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Qing'er and I are innocent," he said.
"Qing'er is a good woman, honest and responsible. She and Luo Fengtang are very affectionate and respect each other. Don't say such inflammatory words!"
"Am I fanning the flames?" Han Ruyi smiled.
"You are drunk and you are mumbling her name. I don't understand. What is so good about her?" Han Ruyi asked.
"There are so many good women in the world, but they are thin and fat. Why do you miss a village woman and someone else's wife?"
"How can I, Han Ruyi, be inferior to her?"
"The night before yesterday, you left my magnificent daughter of the Grand Master's Mansion on the roadside for her sake."
"I promised that I would come back to pick me up, but I broke my promise."
"I like you so much, but you trample on my affection like this. How can you bear it?" Han Ruyi asked Mu Zichuan word by word.
The originally delicate face was now a little ferocious and twisted, filled with resentment.
Where is she still the elegant and most beautiful woman in the capital? She is simply a resentful woman who was abandoned by others!
"Qing'er is a good woman. You can be suspicious of me, but please don't involve her." Mu Zichuan said seriously.
"Even if I'm drunk and saying her name, it's my personal thing."
"Please Miss Han, please don't involve Qing'er again. She doesn't know anything. She is a good woman, but I am not lucky enough to deserve her." Muzichuan said again.
Han Ruyi was so angry that her chest surged and she almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Good woman? Is she a good woman?" Han Ruyi raised her hand and pointed out the window.
Looking out of this window, you can see the roof of the perfume shop opened by Yang Ruoqing.
"That good woman you like, do you know what she has done?" she asked.
"That Yang Ruoqing, she makes fake perfume, she is a black-hearted businessman,"
"The fake perfume she made went wrong after being used by customers. During this period, customers came to make trouble every two days, and her shop was almost closed!"
"The woman you like, all she makes is dirty money, she is like a white lotus, she has been deceiving you!" Han Ruyi said loudly.
Muzichuan's face turned completely dark.
"Han Ruyi, it's for the sake of the old master that I tolerate you so much."
"Please stop here and don't slander Qing'er again. I know Qing'er's character well. She is doing conscientious business!" Mu Zichuan said.
"I didn't slander her. What I said was the truth. If you don't believe it, go out and see with your own eyes the true face of the woman you like!" Han Ruyi said.
Mu Zichuan was also angry.
The words in my heart blurted out: "Even if Qing'er really takes it seriously, then I still like her!"
"Even if everyone in the world says something bad about her, I, Mu Zichuan, still like her!"
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