Chapter 12 I was originally the lady's dog.

After leaving the land temple, Ye Wanwan slowly walked back to the front yard of Tianchan Temple. The autumn wind was blowing gently, and the shadows of the trees were dancing. Qi Youan stood obediently under the maple tree, looking up at the red leaves on the tree. The sunlight shone through the branches and leaves on his face, showing his youthful spirit.

If it weren't for the fact that he was wearing coarse clothes, it would be easy to mistake him for a rich kid just by his appearance.

With the help of a maid, Ye Wanwan, leaning on a cane, slowly walked through the bustling crowd.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by, and someone in the crowd suddenly hit her with such force that she fell backwards unexpectedly.

"Miss, be careful!" Yun Ting exclaimed, reaching out to grab her, but it was too late.

Ye Wanwan's heart tightened, thinking that she would definitely fall heavily to the ground. However, just as she was about to touch the ground, a strong arm firmly supported her waist. She looked up in panic, and what came into her eyes was a young and handsome face.

She was about to stand up, but the young man staggered and fell heavily on her instead of holding on.

They both fell to the ground, and half of Ye Wanwan's body hit the cold stone slab. The pain instantly spread from her back to her whole body. She already had difficulty walking, and now she couldn't move. She could only grit her teeth and endure the several kilograms of burden on her body. Her breathing became rapid.

"Ouch!" The crowd around was attracted by the sudden movement, and they all looked sideways, whispering one after another.

"Miss!" Seeing this, Yun Ting rushed forward and hurriedly helped Ye Wanwan up.

Qi Youan stood outside the crowd, watching all this coldly, with no intention of stepping forward. His eyes were indifferent, with an unfathomable chill.

The young man stood up in a panic, bowed and apologized:

"Miss, I'm so sorry! I was in a hurry just now, so I bumped into you, are you okay?"

Ye Wanwan rubbed her sore arm, raised her eyes and glared at the reckless boy in front of her, with a bit of resentment in her tone:

"I'm in trouble." She really wondered if the jinx was attached to her. Why was she so unlucky recently? Her foot injury hasn't healed yet, and someone wants to scam her.

"Miss, are you okay?" Qi Youan came late, with a concerned look on his face, and reached out to hold her other arm.

Ye Wanwan looked at his pretending to be worried and thought: He's really pretending.

She pulled back her arm and glanced at the people around her who were pointing and whispering. Thinking that it's better to have less trouble than more, she suppressed her unhappiness and said lightly:

"I'm fine. But, young master, you should use your eyes more when walking in the future, so as not to bump into others again."

After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave the temple. Unexpectedly, the young man caught up with her and said, "Miss, you are dressed in extraordinary clothes. You must be the daughter of a wealthy family, right? I am Jiang Lingzhou, the eldest son of the general of the Duwei Mansion. May I ask your name?"

Jiang Lingzhou! Ye Wanwan was shocked. It turned out that he was the one she was engaged to in the future.

They should not have met today.

She glanced at the man in front of her casually. His appearance was acceptable, but he was jumping like a playboy.

Ye Wanwan turned her head and glanced at Yun Ting. Yun Ting immediately understood and said, "My lord, my daughter is the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Ye Wanwan." "

So she is Uncle Ye's daughter!" Jiang Lingzhou's eyes lit up, and there was a bit of surprise in his tone. "Our two families are distant relatives. I am fortunate to meet you today. I will definitely visit you in the future."

Ye Wanwan forced a smile and nodded slightly as a response. She said no more and stepped into the carriage.

Inside the carriage, Qi Youan's face immediately showed a look of heartache, his brows slightly furrowed, and a faint blush in his starry eyes, just like a wounded puppy. He whispered,

"Miss, does it still hurt?"

His tone was gentle, as if his heart and eyes were full of her safety.

If others saw this, seeing these bright eyes, they would definitely think that this was a loyal servant.

But Ye Wanwan knew that the man in front of him now wished that this vicious young lady would be crushed to death.

The corners of her lips slightly raised, and she raised a meaningful smile, but her eyes were cold. She raised her slender white hand, gently lifted her fingertips, and pinched Qi Youan's cheek.

Qi Youan blinked his clear eyes, his expression was as innocent as a puppy who didn't know the world, and anyone who saw him would feel pity.

Seeing this scene, Yun Ting took a deep breath and turned her face away, not daring to look at it any more. She wanted to get under the car now.

Ye Wanwan slowly said, "It seems that I shouldn't call you Ergou, I should call you Xiaogou."

She was about to withdraw her hand, but Qi Youan suddenly raised his hand, and his two warm palms gently wrapped around her fingers.

He put her hand back on his cheek, tilted his head slightly, and leaned half of his face against her palm, like a spoiled little animal.

His eyes were as bright as stars, with a bit of flattering meaning, and his voice was soft, with the unique clarity of a teenager:

"I was originally the lady's dog."

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At this time, a nobleman in Tianchan Temple, wearing a luxurious brocade robe, with coldness and anxiety between his eyebrows, was searching around the temple with several guards. His steps were hurried, and his eyes were like knives.

"Reporting to the eldest young master, the servants have searched the front hall and the backyard, and have not seen the second young lady." A guard reported tremblingly.

Song Qing's face suddenly became gloomy, and a compelling chill emanated from his body. He glanced around coldly, his voice piercing people's hearts like an ice blade: "Look again."

The guards knew that the young master would keep his word, and they trembled and ran to look for her.

Song Qing knew that she didn't want to see the person who proposed marriage, so she must have hidden herself. Of course, Song Qing himself didn't want his sister to marry someone else.

Perhaps it was the telepathy between the brother and sister, and Song Qing found the dilapidated and remote land temple.

He saw the girl fainting on the ground through the half-open door.

"Aci!" Song Qing was startled and pushed the door open vigorously, and the wooden door made a violent banging sound. He hurriedly slid to her side, picked up the girl's soft body and hugged her tightly.

His fingers gently probed her breath, and when he felt the weak but clear breath, his tense nerves relaxed a little.

He carefully picked up Song Wan, his eyes as cold as ice. Who dared to attack his sister? If he found out, he would make that person's life worse than death.

"Young Master, the people from the Commandant's Mansion are waiting in the temple."

Song Qing ignored the reminders of the people around him, and his eyes always stayed on the unconscious sister in his arms. His fingers gently brushed her pale cheek, his eyes full of self-blame and pity.

"Go back home." He spit out two words coldly, his tone unquestionable.

He gently put his sister on the soft couch in the carriage, and combed her messy hair with heartache. Song Qing reached out and touched her cold skin. He murmured softly: "It's my brother's fault. I shouldn't force you..."

Song Ci slowly opened his eyes in the bumpy carriage, vaguely feeling that she was in a familiar and warm embrace at this time.

Song Ci found that she was sitting on her brother's lap and leaning on his shoulder.

"Brother." She called softly.

Song Qing lowered his head and met her wet eyes. The coldness in his eyes melted instantly, replaced by tenderness. He asked softly, "Aci, are you feeling uncomfortable? Are you still dizzy?"

Song Ci shook her head and tried to get up from his arms, but was gently held down by Song Qing. His palms were warm and powerful, with an irresistible firmness: "Don't move, you are still weak, stay in your brother's arms."

"Brother, where are we going?"

"Back to the mansion." Song Qing's voice was low and gentle. He raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, pressing her head back on his shoulder.

Song Ci felt the warmth from her brother's palm, she said "hmm" softly, closed her eyes, and nestled in his arms again. Song Qing's breath lingered at the tip of her nose, with a reassuring power, and she soon fell asleep.

"Doctor, how is my sister?" After returning to the mansion, Song Qing quickly found a doctor to treat his sister.

The old doctor slowly withdrew his hand and saluted, saying, "My lord, the girl is in a coma due to insufficient blood and qi, and it's not serious. Pay more attention to your diet and eat more nourishing meat. You will be fine after a period of recuperation."

Song Qing's tense nerves relaxed a little after hearing this. He nodded, signaled the servants to send the doctor out, then turned around and sat down beside Song Ci's bed, gently holding her hand and whispered,

"Ah Ci, tell me, why did you go to that kind of place?"

Song Ci pursed her lips, a layer of mist appeared in her eyes, and turned her head away aggrievedly, with a bit of coquettishness in her voice, "Brother, I don't want to propose marriage. I have known Jiang Lingzhou from the Duwei Mansion for many years. He is always unruly and sloppy. I don't want to marry him!"

Song Qing heard this, and a complicated look flashed in her eyes. He gently stroked his sister's hair, his tone gentle but firm: "Brother doesn't want you to marry someone else. Don't worry, I will go to my father to ask for mercy and avoid this marriage."

Song Ci's eyes lit up immediately after hearing this, and she hugged his waist tightly, saying sweetly: "Brother is so nice."

Doting Song Qing patted her back, and then changed the subject: "Did Ah Ci see anyone else in the land temple? You wouldn't faint for no reason."

Hearing this, Song Ci blinked and tilted his head to think carefully. But in the end he shook his head: "I didn't see anyone else... Maybe I didn't eat breakfast, and I fainted because of insufficient blood."

Song Qing stared into her eyes, trying to find a clue from them, but Song Ci's eyes were clear and innocent, and there was no trace of concealment. Although he had doubts in his heart, he couldn't bear to ask her again, so he could only sigh softly and rub her head:

"Don't be so willful in the future, understand? No matter where you go in the future, you must tell your brother."

Song Ci nodded obediently.

After Song Qing left, she breathed a sigh of relief. She had not completely forgotten the experience in the land temple. She remembered that she saw a beautiful lady who was talking about fairies in the air.

Song Ci did not tell her about this memory because she knew that if her brother knew about it, he would definitely blame the lady for her fainting.

Although her brother was very good, he was too strict with her, which sometimes made her feel suffocated. ·