Yan Mufeng, who had just closed his eyes, opened them again helplessly: "Why are you suddenly asking such a question?"
Mu Anwen pursed her lips slightly: "It seems like you don't really like people like me."
Yan Mufeng said lazily, "He's alright, a bookworm, uh, but he's quite polite and thoughtful in everything he does, unlike me, who's always rushing around."
Mu Anwen chuckled: "So Mu Feng thinks I'm a bookworm."
Yan Mufeng wondered if she was just imagining things, but she could hear the helplessness and desolation in Mu Anwen's words: "I didn't mean to insult you, nor did I look down on you. It's just that I feel like you and I are from two different worlds, and then we've been forced into the same room. It just feels like there's a wall between us."
Very distant!
This is Yan Mufeng's understanding of his relationship with Mu Anwen: it is distant, and no matter how long it has been, he still feels distant.
In fact, Mu Anwen also felt this way. He tried to break through this sense of alienation, but no matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail. She always seemed indifferent, while he always kept to himself and was unwilling to do anything out of line to please her. As a result, after so long, their feelings had not warmed up at all.
"So, what kind of man do you like?"
Yan Mufeng finally turned to look at Mu Awen: "Your Highness, you're acting a bit strange today?"
Mu Anwen turned to look at her: "I just want to know what kind of person Mu Feng would have married if she hadn't met me."
Yan Mufeng looked at the roof, seemingly thinking: "When I was little, I really liked those chivalrous heroes. But as I grew up, I realized that heroes and chivalrous figures were just characters in stories and didn't exist in reality. Later, my family looked for some people, both those who studied literature and those who studied martial arts, but I didn't feel much for either of them. However, I think those who were good at martial arts would be more attractive to me."
Hearing this, Mu Anwen lowered his eyes, concealing all his emotions.
"Well, that's unfortunate. I don't know martial arts; I can only write."
Yan Mufeng didn't know what was wrong with him today, but he felt that he seemed to be in a bad mood, but didn't want to show it.
"Literature has its uses, and martial arts have their uses. If everyone in the world learned martial arts, things would probably be in chaos."
Mu Anwen knew she was trying to comfort him, but he still couldn't feel happy.
"Mu Feng is right, it's getting late, we should get some rest."
"good."
The night was silent, but the two people lying in bed were each lost in their own thoughts and couldn't fall asleep.
~~
Early in the morning, Lord Zhao knocked on Lanxi's door. Lanxi rubbed her eyes and looked at her: "Sister Dan?"
She had been blaming herself for forcing Lanxi to go to the outskirts of the capital that day; she never imagined that there would be bandits right under the nose of the capital.
"Lanxi, I should go back to Tianlan. You need to be careful in this country by yourself. The prince is a good man and has treated you well. You must take good care of him and stop being so temperamental, understand?"
Lanxi held Danjie's hand, somewhat reluctant to part: "You're leaving so soon? Can't you stay a few more days?"
Lord Zhao ruffled her messy hair: "No matter how long the reunion is, there will always be a day of parting. Besides, the men that Daqi sent to Tianlan have not yet been selected. I have to go to the palace again. Take good care of yourself!"
After saying that, she turned and left.
Lanxi watched her retreating figure, her eyes reddening again. She had been crying constantly these past few days. This tough girl was about to turn into a delicate little darling.
Mu Anxiang lay on her side on the bed, and you could tell from her back that this little girl was reluctant to part with her.
"Lanxi, let's go back to Tianlan together after I recover from my injuries!"
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