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Rebirth of the Charming Girl in Space

Chapter 285:

The Little Boy Emperor

Having stood guard the whole night, the large dog yawned heavily and went inside on its own, not even sparing a glance.

Helian Rongjiu was surprised, "This dog has a big build, and it seems to have quite the temper."

Murong Lingran couldn't help but suppress a laugh, "I had it endure the cold wind outside all night; maybe its mood isn't great. Ninth Young Master, please come inside."

Helian Rongjiu didn't ask further but, just as he was about to enter, suddenly thought of something. Puzzled, he asked, "Little girl, you mentioned buying a mountain earlier. Which mountain is it?"

Murong Lingran gestured for him to follow her to a distance. She then pointed to a small barren mountain in the upper-left direction, "It's that one. Originally, I wanted to plant fruit trees all over it, but since only half is available, I'll have to settle for planting on the available half."

In Xuanqing Kingdom, the regulations stated that cultivated barren land could only be used for growing crops and vegetables, not for planting fruit trees. That's why she thought of buying a barren mountain.

That small barren mountain was not far from her house, making it convenient to manage.

Helian Rongjiu raised an eyebrow as he looked at the small barren mountain. "You want to plant fruit trees? From what I know, your family's daily income is equivalent to several years' worth for the rest of the villagers. Are you still short on money?"

Murong Lingran spoke frankly, "Yes, we are. Money is a good thing. How many wealthy people in this world would dare to say they don't need money? Even the little boy emperor probably needs money."

Murong Zhe's expression changed abruptly upon hearing her address, nervously glancing at Helian Rongjiu. The latter appeared as if he hadn't heard clearly, asking casually, "Little girl, why did you just address the emperor that way?"

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Murong Lingran was stunned, and after a moment, her body tensed as she realized her slip of the tongue.

Helian Rongjiu suddenly knocked on her head, wearing an expression of helplessness. "It's fine to say that in front of me, but don't casually mention it in front of others. Otherwise, even I won't be able to save you, understand?"

"I understand."

Murong Zhe immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The three brothers, who were carrying a heavy heart, also relaxed. They were genuinely afraid that the Ninth Young Master would complain to the imperial court.

Helian Rongjiu walked into the house, thinking about her previous address. Surprisingly, he, a person older than her, was called "little boy" by a girl younger than him. He couldn't help but turn around.

Murong Lingran followed closely behind him, completely unaware that he would suddenly turn around. She bumped into the folding fan he held in front of his chest.

Coincidentally, the material of his folding fan seemed to be something other than wood, more like cold iron. Her head instantly went blank upon the impact.

Helian Rongjiu sighed as he saw a red mark on her forehead. "Did it hurt?"

Murong Lingran shook her head. "It hurts a bit, but it's nothing. I'm not that fragile."

Murong Zhe, observing Helian Rongjiu's tone when speaking to his daughter, felt that something was off. However, upon careful consideration, he found it unlikely, given the significant difference in their statuses.

Helian Rongjiu unintentionally hurt someone with his own fan, making it difficult for him to reprimand others for the same.

He knew that the Murong family was currently busy every day, especially since Murong Zhe was aware of his identity, making the atmosphere uncomfortable. So, he let Murong Lingran accompany him alone, allowing her father and brothers to attend to their own tasks.

Murong Zong naturally couldn't rest assured having his sister alone with these two men. He was about to suggest staying but saw his father shaking his head, so he obediently went to do his work.

Helian Rongjiu sat boldly in the main hall, glancing around at the furniture and decorations. He then turned curiously to Murong Lingran, "Little girl, what kind of fruit trees do you plan to plant on the barren mountain?"

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