Chapter 27 Miss, can you call me? ...

Pervert, really pervert!

Ye Wanwan looked at the cold and ghostly person in front of her in disbelief. Qi Youan's behavior made her blush. She couldn't reconcile the ghostly person in front of her with the servant who used to obey her.

Could it be that she was possessed by a demon?

Qi Youan's eyes were fixed on the girl, never leaving her for a moment. Ye Wanwan also glared at him fiercely, and the two of them were in a stalemate.

At this time, Ye Wanwan couldn't feel the heat of the summer night at all.

After a while, Qi Youan slowly said: "Can I kiss you?"

"No!" Ye Wanwan yelled excitedly, and then quickly covered her lips with her palm for fear of being heard by the maids and guards in the yard.

What if others found out that she was in a room with a foreign man in dishevel in the middle of the night?

"If you don't leave, I'll call for help!" Ye Wanwan tried her best to intimidate Qi Youan, but he didn't seem to take it seriously and chuckled.

Suddenly, a sudden force pulled Ye Wanwan into the arms of the man opposite, and the girl was forced to stick to his hot chest.

She subconsciously wanted to break free, but the boy trapped her tightly and couldn't move at all. Ye Wanwan simply stopped struggling and let him hug her tightly like a puppet.

"What are you crazy about?" Ye Wanwan asked helplessly with her chin resting on the boy's shoulder.

"Miss, I'm going to Qi State tomorrow." Qi Youan said and drilled into the girl's neck.

Ye Wanwan was shocked. She didn't expect time to pass so quickly.

She understood the purpose of Qi Youan's trespassing into the boudoir today: he came to say goodbye to her.

"Why... are you going to Qi State?" Although Ye Wanwan knew it well, she still followed his words and pretended to be confused and asked.

"The Third Prince asked me to go to Qi State to be his spy, and I had to obey." Qi Youan said.

Seeing that the person in his arms was silent, Qi Youan gently leaned against her ear and asked, "Miss, can you call me Qi Youan?"

Ye Wanwan did not dare to refute the request of the person in front of her. Now he was like a mad dog, and Ye Wanwan was afraid that he would bite her in a fit of anger.

"Qi Youan." Ye Wanwan responded softly, and this sound was like a clear spring in the mountains that washed Qi Youan's long-polluted heart.

"Is this your real name?" Ye Wanwan asked.

Qi Youan did not respond, but just smiled happily, with a beautiful arc at the corner of his mouth. He tilted his head and kissed the girl's earlobe lightly, and without waiting for Ye Wanwan's reaction, he quickly got up and left.

When he walked to the door, he suddenly paused, turned his head slightly and said, "I hope that one day, I can see Miss again."

Then he left with the wind, as if he had never been there.

The boy's kiss mark still lingered on Ye Wanwan's hot earlobe. She couldn't help but touch the heat with her hands, and her head was a little dizzy.

Although he had gone far away, Qi Youan's residual warmth was still on her bed. Ye Wanwan sat there staring at the empty door for a long time. This was a feeling she had never had before, either longing, or trance, or reluctance. Various emotions entangled her heart like tangled wool. The girl could only let this complex emotion surge infinitely.

Ye Wanwan knew that Qi Youan would be fine, and that he would become the future emperor of Qi, but she still couldn't control her inner anxiety.

Qi Youan, goodbye.

...

"Jiang Lingzhou, don't you have the most ghost ideas? Think of a way quickly." At this time, Jiang Lingzhou and Song Ci were sitting opposite each other in a restaurant. The cheers downstairs made Song Ci's already depressed mood even more irritable.

Jiang Lingzhou followed her and lay on the table. He approached her and said mischievously, "Why don't we just go with the flow and make do with our lives?"

Song Ci was so angry that she waved her hand and was about to hit the person in front of her. Jiang Lingzhou quickly grabbed her wrist and begged for mercy, "Lady, spare my life."

The girl pinched her waist and glared at him, "I can't make do with my life. Even if I can, I can't be with you. I have an idea. We two pretend to have a big quarrel and play a drama of lovers becoming enemies. How about it?" "

But all the famous families in Li'an City know that our two families are married. If I run away because of a quarrel, I don't care as a man, but as a woman, it will be difficult for you to find your ideal husband in the future."

Listening to Jiang Lingzhou's convincing words, Song Ci felt that he was right, and immediately lost all his arrogance.

It's easy to get on the boat, but it's hard to get off.

"Then what can you do?" Song Ci drooped his eyes, and a dark cloud seemed to be surrounding him.

Seeing her dejected look, Jiang Lingzhou didn't want to tease her anymore, and said bluntly: "Don't worry, I will inherit my father's legacy and go to the military camp for training in two days. I don't know when I will come back next time. Maybe..."

He paused and continued: "Maybe...one day a war breaks out, and I unfortunately die in the war, and this marriage will naturally be resolved."

Jiang Lingzhou deliberately spoke about life and death in a nonchalant tone, but Song Ci looked at him in shock. Her eyes were unconsciously filled with worry: "Don't say such unlucky words. Isn't your dream since childhood to become a famous general who defends the country? I wish you success soon."

"After so many years, I finally heard a good word from you."

The two smiled at each other.

"In that case, let's talk about this matter when you return to the city next time." Song Ci was temporarily relieved.

A few days later, at the gate of the Duwei Mansion, Jiang Lingzhou changed his previous carefree image and put on a set of armored military uniform.

The iron sheet gleamed in the sun, setting off the heroic appearance of the young man. Jiang Lingzhou rode handsomely on a red-maned horse, quite like a general.

"Father, I'm leaving now." After saying that, he held the reins and was about to ride away when he saw a familiar figure hiding under a peach tree not far away.

He rode slowly towards the man with a wicked smile. The sound of the horse's footsteps was gentle but still reached the girl's ears.

When Song Ci turned her head, she saw a huge horse's mouth pointing at her, which frightened her and staggered back a few steps.

"Hahahaha, what are you doing here, Miss Song?" Jiang Lingzhou leaned on the horse's back and looked at the girl who was adjusting her dress with interest.

Song Ci saw that he wanted to say something, but he hesitated and didn't speak. After a while, he whispered something.

Jiang Lingzhou couldn't hear clearly, so he got off the horse and walked up to him: "What did you say just now?"

Song Ci didn't know where to turn his eyes. He looked guilty and kept his hands behind his back. Seeing Jiang Lingzhou approaching, he pretended to be relaxed and patted his armor and praised him: "You look good in this military uniform, and you look like a decent man."

"Are you praising me?" Jiang Lingzhou was so angry that he laughed.

"You are sneaking around here, aren't you here to admire my English talent? Don't be obsessed with me~" Jiang Lingzhou was serious for no more than a second, but he changed back to being casual when he saw Song Ci.

"Come on." Song Ci hesitated and stretched out his hand and put it in front of Jiang Lingzhou.

The boy felt a dark scene in front of his eyes, and when he turned his head, he saw an exquisite sachet.

Jiang Lingzhou couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and took the sachet with both hands to examine it carefully.

This sachet is exquisite and small, and the pattern on it is not like the embroidery or mandarin ducks on ordinary sachets, but a shield, like a talisman. There seems to be something hard inside the sachet. Jiang Lingzhou opened the sachet and saw that there was really a shield-like iron sheet inside.

"Is this... for me?" Jiang Lingzhou looked incredible. He and Song Ci were childhood sweethearts, and the girl had never given him anything else except the fist.

"What else..." Song Ci pinched her waist with a calm face, but her heart was beating like a drum, "This is the amulet that I personally went to Tianchan Temple to ask for." She turned her face away, too shy to look at the joyful eyes in front of her.

"Why did you ask for an amulet for me?" Jiang Lingzhou raised his eyebrows slightly and looked down at her.

"It's all my mother's fault for dragging me to Tianchan Temple to pray for blessings. I just happened to see this amulet and asked for it." Song Ci turned his head to the side and didn't look at him.

Jiang Lingzhou hung the sachet around his waist, smiling like two big apples on his cheeks: "It's true what's written in the storybook, one person goes far away, the whole family comes to follow."

Song Ci nodded slightly, and when she realized that there was something behind this, her face flushed, and she stamped her feet in anger: "You! You!"

"Humph, I would rather marry you than a pig!" Song Ci was so angry that she jumped up and down, and she didn't want to waste words with the person in front of her, so she turned around and left quickly.

"Then I dare not eat pork in the future. If I accidentally eat it, Miss Song's future husband will be guilty of a thousand deaths." Jiang Lingzhou smiled brightly, shouting at the top of his neck for fear that the person far away could not hear.

Song Ci did not look back, but walked faster.

...

The days passed in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye, the autumn wind blew to Li'an City again. Soon, the royal family will usher in a big happy event: the marriage ceremony of the first minister's daughter and the third prince.

This can be regarded as a busy matter for the first minister's mansion, and guests are constantly coming and going to congratulate. Not to mention the busiest person is the future bride, Ye Wanwan.

"Miss, you need to hold an apple in your hand when you are in the sedan chair. After getting off the sedan chair, you need to walk to the main hall with the help of your husband, and then kowtow to the two elders of your husband's family..." The teaching nanny was telling Ye Wanwan about the marriage seriously.

Ye Wanwan held her breath. Originally, according to the plot of the tribulation, although the third prince had an engagement with her, he had no intention of marrying her, so he pushed her to the position of marriage.

But now that the marriage is imminent, there is no trouble.

"Miss, please practice your walking posture again." The teaching nanny came from the palace. Ye Wanwan didn't dare to be lazy and pulled her to practice for several hours.

It was not until the sky was clear that Ye Wanwan was able to rest. At this moment, she was so sore that she couldn't feel the existence of her waist, and her whole body was slumped on the bed like mud.

The wedding is to take place in half a month, and time is running out. She must ruin this marriage, otherwise if she really marries Rong Zhenyan, how can she go to the marriage and meet Qi Youan again?

The first thing Ye Wanwan thought of was to claim illness, but there is always a day when the illness will be cured, and it is still inevitable, not to mention that this marriage is still decided by the emperor.

Suddenly, she had an idea and thought of a wonderful idea.

In an emergency, she had to make do with Rong Zhenyan.

Since Qi Youan left, Ye Wanwan has not been to the Third Prince's Mansion. Rong Zhenyan was quite surprised to see her.

"I am afraid that the prince is busy with everything, so I dare not disturb him these days, but today I am inexplicably panicked, and I want to talk to the prince for a few words to relieve my heart." Ye Wanwan pretended to be weak, looking like a melancholy beauty.

Rong Zhenyan hurriedly put down the book in his hand and asked him to take a seat.

"I've been having nightmares lately. I always dream that the prince strangled my neck with his hands and suffocated me." As she spoke, she took out a handkerchief to cover her face and wiped away the non-existent tears.

"This... Miss Ye, don't worry. I would never do such a thing. Is it because your wedding is imminent and you are overly worried?" Rong Zhenyan comforted her softly.

"I think I'm worrying too much." After saying that, Ye Wanwan was about to get up, but it seemed that her legs were numb and her body couldn't leave the seat.

Rong Zhenyan got up and supported her when he saw this. Ye Wanwan stumbled and fell on him. The handkerchief in the girl's hand also hit his nose, and there was a fragrance.

"I'm so rude. Sorry." Ye Wanwan quickly stood firm, with a shy look on her face.