Chapter 26 The young lady's saliva is good...

There was a tall young man among the green trees. He was wearing a prince's brocade robe, showing his tall figure. His black hair was tied up high with a yellow and black scarf, showing his handsome profile.

Ye Wanwan thought it was a prince who came, but the figure looked familiar. When she walked closer, she found it was Qi Youan. At this time, he was walking leisurely in the courtyard with a folding fan, looking very graceful.

There was a teacher beside him who was looking at Qi Youan with admiration and said, "Yes, that's it."

When the teacher saw the lady in gorgeous clothes approaching beside him, he bowed and said, "Greetings to the Third Princess."

When Qi Youan heard the voice, he turned around and saw Ye Wanwan's face, his face was startled and he bowed and said, "Greetings, Miss."

"No need for formalities." The girl looked at the teacher and said, "The prince and I are not married yet, so you can call me Miss Ye."

Then Ye Wanwan looked at the young man in gorgeous clothes in front of her from top to bottom, and asked in confusion, "This is..."

"Uh..." The teacher quickly took over the conversation, a trace of panic flashed in his expression, and said, "This... This is a new set of brocade clothes made by the third prince. We need to find someone with a similar body shape to try it on in advance to see the effect on the body."

What a poor excuse...

Ye Wanwan secretly complained in her heart, but on the surface she still believed it and sighed, "So that's it."

Since approaching this courtyard, her eyes have never moved away from Qi Youan, Seeing the high-spirited look of the young man, she sighed in her heart: So this is what he really looks like.

Qi Youan looked up and met Ye Wanwan's eyes, but the girl looked away as if she was burned.

Since Qi Youan left the Prime Minister's Mansion, his edge has gradually emerged, which made her more and more timid

, but Qi Youan still stared at her, like a wild wolf waiting for an opportunity, and after catching the girl's panic, he raised his mouth with satisfaction.

This is the expression he expected.

Miss, in your heart at this moment, who is more handsome and unrestrained, me or the third prince?

Ye Wanwan knew why Qi Youan was dressed as a prince at this time. It must be that Qi State came to ask for someone.

Originally, in the Tribulation Book, Qi Youan was recommended to go to Qi State as an envoy with the favor of Princess Jiayang, and then he was able to return to the country. Now that Xuan Mo's immortal soul has left, Jiayang, a mortal body, can't bear it, and has been lying in bed to recuperate.

Now that Qi Youan and Jiayang are not allowed to meet, this plot is missing.

It happened that a few days ago, she heard her father talking about the hostage of Qi State in the study room. She knew it in her heart. It seemed that the Book of Tribulations was also trying to fill this loophole.

...

"Ergou, come here." Rong Zhenyan was very satisfied with the handsome appearance of the man in front of him after returning home.

"From today on, you are not Ergou, but Qi Youan, the hostage of Qi State. Do you understand?" Qi Youan

bowed his head respectfully, and answered with a dark look in his eyes: "I understand."

Rong Zhenyan then picked up the teapot on the table and casually poured a cup of dark brown tea. He handed the teacup to the young man and ordered: "Drink it."

Qi Youan knew that drinking this tea might cause endless troubles, but he had no choice. He took the teacup without hesitation and drank it all.

Then a fierce and hot burning sensation spread in his throat. He felt as if his whole body was bitten by countless gnats, as if someone was pinching his throat hard and he couldn't breathe.

Qi Youan fell to the ground and struggled. His condition was extremely sad.

Rong Zhenyan raised the corner of his mouth proudly, half squatted on the ground, pinched the cheek of the twitching man on the ground, and stuffed a pill into his mouth.

After a while, the strange feeling gradually disappeared, and he regained his sanity.

The person on the seat explained: "I have no choice. You have no relatives in Rongguo, and I can only tie you up in this way." At this moment, Rong Zhenyan has long lost his gentle and elegant appearance in the past. The gloomy and vicious expression on his face reveals his true plan in his heart, "This is my homemade poison. Only I can cure this poison."

Then he gave the person on the ground a white bottle and said: "The poison will relapse every seven days. The antidote in this bottle is enough for you to use for a year. After a year, I will send someone to deliver the antidote to you regularly, provided that you can provide useful information. Otherwise, you will die." As he spoke, his expression gradually became fierce.

Qi Youan tightly grasped the white bottle in his hand, and his forehead was bulging with blue veins because of the uncontrollable anger. He replied respectfully: "Slave... obey your order..."

As long as he can return to Qiguo, this is nothing.

"It is an honor for me to be valued by the prince, but why not use a real hostage, wouldn't it be more appropriate?" Qi Youan asked.

"Real hostage?" Rong Zhenyan chuckled as if he had heard a good joke, and said contemptuously: "The real hostage died a long time ago, this is the agreement between me and the Emperor of Qi."

Qi Youan looked up in shock, his heart was surging like a raging sea, he widened his eyes, his pupils trembled slightly, his body froze, thinking about this sentence in disbelief.

Rong Zhenyan saw the shocked expression of the man in front of him, and he was proud for a moment, so he said straight to the point: "When you go to Qi State, you must be careful of the emperor of Qi State. He is a man of scheming, insidious and cunning, and he will do anything to get the throne. In the past, he borrowed troops from our country to rebel, and did not spare any of his parents and brothers."

"I disguised myself and negotiated with him at that time, and I saw the only surviving prince. He looked so pitiful..."

At this moment, Qi Youan's sense of belief had completely collapsed. It turned out that the enemy he had been looking for had already appeared in front of him. How he wanted to take out the sword and stab the man in front of him to death, and then keep scratching his body and cutting him into meat paste.

At this moment, his eyes were already bloodshot, and his chest could not help rising and falling. Qi Youan clenched his fists, and his nails were buckled on his palms, and blood beads flowed, which allowed him to suppress his deep anger.

He couldn't kill Rong Zhenyan yet, he couldn't...

...

These days, Ye Wanwan always felt that a pair of eyes were staring at her, revealing a strong coldness that made her back cold.

One day, she finally found the source of that look. She casually glanced out the side door of the courtyard and found that Ye Liyu was like a female ghost, half of her body blocking the door, and the other half exuded a yin aura, which frightened her heartbeat.

Ye Wanwan came to her third sister with a straight back, pinched her waist and asked unceremoniously: "What are you doing, third sister?"

Ye Liyu also snorted coldly with a righteousness, her eyes were as sharp as needles, and she stared at Ye Wanwan with a righteousness and said: "I haven't had time to congratulate you, you have been promoted to the third imperial concubine."

The resentment around her was overwhelming, but it made Ye Wanwan chuckle disdainfully: "Oh~ So that's it, it turns out that you are jealous of me." As she said that, she raised her eyebrows slightly.

Ye Liyu's face flushed when her thoughts were seen through, but she still tried to save face and argued stubbornly, "How could you think so? I am sincerely congratulating you."

Ye Wanwan was too lazy to argue with her, so she simply said, "If it's congratulations, why don't you see a gift? There are only two of us here, so don't be so hypocritical. Wasn't it you who trapped me and the servant in the warehouse?"

Seeing that the person in front of her knew the truth, Ye Liyu also tore off her mask and looked sharp and jealous, "Yes, I did it. What can you do to me? I just want to see you down and out, I want to see you sad."

One knows the characters he writes. Ye Wanwan knew that Ye Liyu was a mean person, but his original self was not a good person either. The two of them were evenly matched. The grudges of the past ten years would never dissipate.

Moreover, Qi Youan's imminent return to Qi State meant that she would also be sent to marry, so there was no need to waste words with him.

"Do whatever you want." Ye Wanwan said perfunctorily and turned back to the house.

Seeing this attitude of indifference, Ye Liyu was even more angry than before when the two of them were on the verge of a fight. She pounded the wall heavily with her hand holding the handkerchief, and looking at the receding back, she thought to herself: I do whatever I want, that's what you said.

It was midsummer, and the cicadas and frogs at night complained about the heat of the summer night. Even if the doors and windows were open, Ye Wanwan still felt stuffy and sticky.

She lay on the mat with her mouth wide open, fanning herself with the fan in her hand, and her cheeks were bright red.

"It's so hot, so hot."

She sat up in boredom and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Suddenly a cold wind blew, bringing a familiar black shadow.

The man stood in the backlight, and only his figure could be vaguely identified. Ye Wanwan was startled and wrapped herself in a thin blanket and curled up in the corner.

"It turns out that the young lady is not asleep yet." A damp voice like a venomous snake floated from the shadow, with a hint of excitement.

"Why are you here again?" Ye Wanwan heard the identity of the person who came out and blurted out subconsciously, but she quickly realized her mistake and covered her mouth.

However, the girl's unintentional words had been captured by the person who broke in in the middle of the night. He took two steps forward, revealing his youthful heroic appearance.

"Again? It turns out that the young lady didn't fall asleep that night..." Qi Youan opened his thin lips lightly, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and his tone was mixed with uncontrollable excitement.

If you use a word to describe him at this time, it is-perverted.

Ye Wanwan didn't know what the visitor meant. She was panicking inside, but she still looked calm and composed. She said in a tough manner, "How dare you break into my boudoir late at night? I'm going to cut off your dog's head. Get out now."

It sounded justified, but the slightly trembling voice and sweaty palms hinted at the panic of the girl.

If it were the old Qi Youan, he would have humbly knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

But now the person standing in front of Ye Wanwan was like a bloodthirsty devil in the dark night. He slowly walked towards the curled-up girl on the bed, and his dull voice was filled with joy: "Miss, you are so cute."

At this time, Qi Youan's shadow had completely enveloped Ye Wanwan.

A hungry wolf and a tempting white rabbit.

Ye Wanwan was afraid that he would take out a dagger and stab her to death in the next second, so she didn't dare to move. At this time, she could no longer feel the heat, but felt the biting cold.

She was so scared that she wanted to cry, and kept curling up in the corner.

In contrast, Qi Youan sat naturally beside the girl's bed with a smile on his face, and slowly stroked the girl's cheek with his left hand.

Ye Wanwan dodged to the side to escape his touch.

"What on earth are you going to do by breaking into my boudoir late at night?" Ye Wanwan asked.

"Miss, why don't you guess." At this time, Qi Youan's eyebrows were full of affection, as if he was looking at the lover at the top of his heart. As he spoke, his hand unconsciously stroked the girl's cheek again.

Ye Wanwan didn't like this feeling of oppression, and suddenly turned his head and bit the boy's palm hard.

Qi Youan looked at the two rows of purple teeth marks with crystal saliva, pondered for a moment, and even stretched out his tongue to lick the teeth marks. If the room was dark at this moment, the girl would be able to see the deep infatuation in the eyes of the man in front of her.

"Miss's saliva smells so good." Qi Youan licked his bright red lips unsatisfied.