"Stop." Seeing that Qiao Ran had no intention of saying hello to her, the troupe leader felt that Qiao Ran was a little disrespectful, so he raised his eyebrows and called her out.
Qiao Ran could only stop and look at him with cold eyes: "What's the matter, class leader?"
"Why are you still following Xiaokui and the others around? Didn't I tell you to find His Highness the Crown Prince?" the troupe leader reprimanded with some dissatisfaction.
However, Qiao Ran frowned and his voice gradually became colder: "Didn't I already give you all the box of gold?"
"But you are chasing His Highness the Crown Prince." The troupe leader looked at her with an expression of hatred and said, "If you can become the darling of His Highness the Crown Prince, you are not worth a box of gold!"
Qiao Ran bit his lip and said slowly, "You promised me that you wouldn't let me sell myself..."
The troupe leader looked at her and laughed stupidly, "Qiao Ran, what are you thinking? If His Highness the Crown Prince can favor you, how can that be selling oneself? It is obviously like flying up a branch and becoming a phoenix. How many people can this be?" What an incredible honor! Besides, if you don’t go to see His Highness now while His Highness still remembers you, do you still want to wait until His Highness forgets you before going?"
Qiao Ran stared at him coldly for a while, pursed her lips tightly, and passed by him without saying a word.
However, before Qiao Ran had taken a few steps out, he heard the voice of the troupe leader again: "Let me remind you again, I haven't given your friend the antidote for this month."
At that moment, Qiao Ran stopped, took a deep breath, turned back and stared at the troupe leader coldly: "What do you mean..."
"Qiao Ran is a smart man and naturally understands what I mean. If you listen to me and go to His Highness the Crown Prince, nothing will happen... If you insist on having your own way, don't blame me for ignoring the life and death of your friend. .”
After the troupe leader finished speaking, he smiled and left without waiting for Qiao Ran to answer.
Qiao Ran stayed where he was, dazed for a while, then silently turned around and walked back to his residence.
Qiao Ran entered the room and sat down at the table, motionless. She didn't know how long she had been sitting like this. Suddenly she heard a knock on the door from outside the courtyard. Qiao Ran thought it was the troupe leader coming here again, and she felt gloomy. The moment he walked over, opened the door, and looked in front of him, Qiao Ran stared at the young man in front of him with a deathly look on his face, without saying a word.
And Sheng Bianmo stood outside the door. When he saw that it was her who opened the door, his eyes lit up slightly, because the Qiao Ran he saw at this moment was Qiao Ran without makeup. Compared with the coolness that night, Qiao Ran looks clean today, but she has a cool and cold temperament that seems to be innate.
Sheng Bianmo looked at her, tried to keep his voice as gentle as possible, and asked: "You are... Qiao Ran, right?"
He still remembers her name.
Qiao Ran.
After that night, these two words were on my mind.
Qiao Ran nodded lightly.
"Do you still remember me?" Shengbian Mo then asked.
Qiao Ran nodded again and finally spoke softly: "His Royal Highness..."
When Sheng Bianmo heard her speak, he felt a slight itch in his heart, "Can I go in and sit for a while?"
Qiao Ran raised her eyes and looked at him. Without saying anything, she took a few steps away.
Seeing this, Sheng Bianmo felt slightly moved and followed Qiao Ran into the house.
(End of chapter)