Chapter 10 Chapter 10 I let you in.

A princess dressed in luxurious brocade and elegant temperament strode into the inner room with a bit of arrogance and alienation between her eyebrows.

Ye Wanwan bowed her head and saluted respectfully, but a trace of doubt arose in her heart: Princess Jiayang, as the emperor's youngest daughter, is the most beloved one. According to the records in the Book of Tribulations, she should have appeared a year later to become a noble who helped Qi Youan get close to the royal family. But now, why did she appear in this autumn banquet in advance?

Princess Jiayang naturally sat in the main seat, with an elegant and calm posture. As soon as she sat down, the officials' ladies around her swarmed around her, offering their courtesy one after another, trying to win the favor of the princess. Ye Wanwan also quietly stepped forward, taking the opportunity to salute, carefully sizing up Princess Jiayang's expression, trying to get a clue from her words and deeds.

Princess Jiayang is known for her gentle and approachable manner, but today she is out of character. She scanned the people present with a cold gaze, with a bit of scrutiny and contempt in her eyes, as if she was looking for something.

"I didn't expect that such a small banquet of ours would be honored by the presence of Her Royal Highness the Princess. It is really an honor for us." A young lady from an official family said.

Princess Jiayang raised her eyes slightly, a faint smile appeared at the corners of her lips, and she said in a cold voice: "I am just here to take a look casually. You don't have to be polite."

Take a look casually? What does she want to see? Ye Wanwan thought to herself, her sixth sense told her that the visitor was not friendly.

After half an incense stick, the Cuju Banquet officially began. Everyone moved to the seats outdoors and sat around the Cuju field, focusing their eyes on the high-spirited princes and sons in the field. They were dressed in tight clothes and moved vigorously. The Cuju drew beautiful arcs in the air, which attracted cheers from everyone.

"Miss." Qi Youan quietly returned to Ye Wanwan, still keeping his humble and submissive look.

"Ergou, if you hadn't come back, I would have forgotten about you. You've been out for so long, I thought you had slipped and drowned in the toilet."

Ye Wanwan continued to pretend to be disdainful on the surface, but she couldn't help laughing in her heart. Every time she called out the name "Ergou", she felt that she was simply a genius. This name was really too insulting, but Qi Youan had to bite the bullet and respond.

When Qi Youan heard the word "Ergou", the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he glared at him inadvertently, gritted his teeth and tried to squeeze out a flattering smile: "Miss, please forgive me, I accidentally got lost just now, so I was delayed." "

Kneel down and peel walnuts for me." The person in front of him raised his eyebrows.

Qi Youan knelt down obediently and reached for the walnut cracker on the table. However, before his hand touched the cracker, Ye Wanwan's fan gently pressed down and pressed his wrist.

"Peel it with your hands." Ye Wanwan's tone was light, but it was an unquestionable command.

Qi Youan was slightly startled, then he withdrew his hand, lowered his head silently, and began to use his fingernails to pick open the hard shell of the walnut bit by bit. His movements were very slow, and his fingertips gradually turned white due to the force. After a while, blood oozed out from the edges of his nails.

Ye Wanwan glanced at him, and seeing the sweat on the forehead of the man in front of him, Ye Wanwan's heart softened, and she said lightly: "

Okay, don't peel it. How can I eat the walnut if you stain it with blood?"

Qi Youan heard this, stopped his movements, gently placed the peeled walnut kernels on the plate, held the plate with both hands, and still knelt respectfully beside Ye Wanwan.

Seeing Qi Youan bowing his head and accepting it, Ye Wanwan gently pressed his chin with a fan, forcing him to raise his head.

The young man had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his facial features were as delicate as sculptures, but there was a trace of grievance and helplessness in his eyes, as if he was a little beast forced into a corner. This face is exactly the same as Li He's, but she has never seen such an expression on Li He's face. Li He is always cold and distant. But at this moment, Qi Youan looks so fragile, even with a bit of pitiful taste.

Ye Wanwan's heart moved, and suddenly reached out and pinched his cheek. Qi Youan was a little confused by her sudden action, but he didn't dare to break free, so he could only let her do whatever she wanted.

"You look pretty good." Ye Wanwan said, she had never looked at this face seriously before.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: No wonder Xuan Mo would rather follow her down to the mortal world and guard Li He's reincarnation. .

Xuan Mo! She almost forgot that Ye Wanwan's pupils dilated and she was stunned.

At the beginning, Xuan Mo suddenly appeared, pushed her down to the mortal world, and she jumped down with him. Logically, Xuan Mo should also be in the mortal world now. With Xuan Mo's character, she will definitely find ways to find Li He's reincarnation, that is, Qi Youan in front of her.

Ye Wanwan's heart tightened, realizing the seriousness of the matter. If Xuan Mo acts willfully, it will not only interfere with Li He's tribulation, but may also disrupt the fate of mortals and even cause greater disasters. She must find Xuan Mo as soon as possible and bring her back to the fairyland, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

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The sun sets and the Cuju banquet ends. The young masters leave, and Ye Wanwan also prepares to go to the hunting forest according to the arrangement of the tribulation book to complete the "destined" encounter.

"I'm going to go out for a walk, don't follow me." Ye Wanwan sent the maid and the servant away and walked towards the hunting forest alone.

According to the tribulation book, Ye Wanwan will accidentally step on a trap in the hunting forest and be injured, and will be rescued by the third prince Rong Zhenyan. From then on, she fell deeply in love with him.

Thinking of this, Ye Wanwan couldn't help but curl her lips, and secretly complained in her heart: This plot I wrote is really cliché and can't be more cliché.

Ye Wanwan stared at the trap, struggling in her heart: Should I really step on it? If I step on it, I'm afraid I'll become a cripple. But if I don't do this, how can I give Rong Zhenyan a chance to "save the beauty"?

Just as she was hesitating, she suddenly had an idea: since she wrote this book of calamities, she can naturally change it! As long as the goal can be achieved, it's fine.

Ye Wanwan then fell to the ground, pretending to have sprained her foot, with a painful expression, shouting for help.

Sure enough, not long after, a burst of hurried horse hooves came from afar, and the third prince Rong Zhenyan came running. He originally came to the forest to pick up prey, but he didn't expect to meet a lady from an official family who fell to the ground.

Rong Zhenyan turned over and got off the horse, walked quickly to Ye Wanwan's side, and leaned over to help her up. The terrain of the forest was uneven. Ye Wanwan pretended to be weak. With his support, she lost her balance and stumbled, stepping on a trap hidden in the bushes.

"Ah!" Ye Wanwan screamed in pain. The sharp teeth of the saw were deeply embedded in her ankle. The severe pain made her squeeze out a tear instantly. She originally just wanted to play a trick, but she didn't expect that the fake play would become real by accident. The pain almost made her faint.

Rong Zhenyan squatted down and opened the trap. The blood from Ye Wanwan's ankle stained her shoes and socks red, which looked shocking. He quickly sent her to the nearest pavilion and sat down and called a doctor to check.

"Although the lady's foot was pinched, the tendons and bones were not injured. She only needs to apply medicine and rest for three months to recover." The doctor said.

Rong Zhenyan turned his head to look at Ye Wanwan. Seeing her pale face and tears, he couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his heart. He asked gently, "Excuse me, young lady, where do you live? I'll take you home."

Ye Wanwan sobbed and choked, "The... the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Hearing this, Rong Zhenyan's eyes flashed with surprise, "So you are the young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

He smiled slightly, looked her up and down, and said in a gentler tone, "Then I guess you must be the legitimate young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Young lady, don't worry, I will take you home safely. What happened today was my negligence, causing you to suffer so much."

Ye Wanwan said weakly, "Thank you for saving me, young master. It was my own carelessness. It has nothing to do with you."

Rong Zhenyan shook his head and said seriously: "Miss, you don't have to be polite. Since we met today, it is fate. When your injury is healed, I will come to apologize." Then he thoughtfully called a carriage to take it back to the mansion.

Looking at the carriage gradually going away, Rong Zhenyan was thoughtful: the lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion... maybe I can use her to get the support of the Prime Minister and help me become the prince. It seems that I have to get close to this lady.

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The carriage slowly drove to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and Qi Youan waited at the door for a long time.

Ye Wanwan's feet were wrapped with herbs into an oval shape like a big mallet. It was not convenient for her to walk. If she limped, it would be too embarrassing and she might be laughed at.

So she said to Qi Youan proudly in the carriage: "Ergou, you carry me."

Qi Youan didn't say much, but squatted down silently. Ye Wanwan lay on his back, her arms around his neck, the light scent of pear blossoms from the girl's body quietly drifted into his nose, her gentle breath brushed past his ears, with a hint of warmth.

After all, she was an unmarried young lady, so she had to be cautious in the mansion, so she let Qi Youan go through the side door to her yard.

Ye Wanwan suddenly became playful while being carried on her back, swinging her legs like a swing, swaying back and forth. Qi Youan could hardly hold her legs, and said slowly and in a low voice: "Miss, please stop swinging, I'm afraid I can't hold you up."

Ye Wanwan slumped on his shoulder, looking at his appearance of being easy to bully, and said mischievously in his ear: "No, if you let me fall, I will break your legs!"

It was obviously a threatening sentence, but it sounded coquettish in her mouth. Qi Youan sneered in his heart, as if he was disdainful, but on the surface he pretended to be afraid: "I dare not, please forgive me, young lady."

Ye Wanwan felt numb in her feet that day, but she was awakened by pain early the next morning. Her feet were swollen as thick as her thighs, accompanied by the pain of needles, and she couldn't sleep or eat.

That night, she couldn't sleep because of the pain. She looked up and opened the gauze curtain to see the faint candlelight outside the window.

She slowly spoke, her voice hoarse and weak: "Ergou... Ergou..."

The figure outside the window moved slightly, and then Qi Youan's low and gentle voice came: "Young lady, you called me?"

"Come in." Ye Wanwan said.

Qi Youan quickly replied: "Young lady's boudoir, how dare I enter without permission."

"I told you to come in, so you can come in."

Qi Youan held a candle in his hand, and the candlelight was weak, which could only illuminate half an inch in front of him. He pushed the door open and stood at the door, bowing his head slightly, respectful and cautious, not daring to overstep the line.

The figure on the bed moved, and Ye Wanwan's voice came from behind the gauze curtain, with a bit of weakness and impatience: "Come to me."

Qi Youan heard it and walked forward slowly. He walked to the nanmu bed, always lowering his head, not daring to overstep the line.

Ye Wanwan asked him to sit on the floor beside the bed. She lay prone on the bed, with her long hair scattered on the pillow. The whole person was like a broken and charming flower. Qi Youan looked up and saw that she was only wearing a white gauze nightgown. From his angle, he could see the collarbone under her neck, and...

Qi Youan quickly turned his head and sighed secretly, with a bit of impatience. This lady is really heartless.

Ye Wanwan, who knew nothing about this, spoke weakly with a bit of grievance: "My feet hurt so much, I can't sleep."

Qi Youan couldn't see her face clearly, and was a little surprised to hear the tone of the person on the bed, which was completely different from his usual arrogant tone. He didn't know how to answer, and said respectfully: "Miss, please rest more. The pain will go away in a few days."

Ye Wanwan didn't like to hear such rigid words. She turned her face to the side, rested her chin on the edge of the bed and said: "Tell me some interesting stories to cheer me up."

"What kind of stories do you like to hear, Miss?"

"Well... then tell me about your own story."