Chapter 231: Dynasty Emperor Shang (16)

Qin Yanran saw that the young ladies were silent, she frowned, and untied her equipment: "Let's play in another place." ”

A few daughters looked at Qin Yanran's back and were puzzled.

Was it that day that he was rejected by the little marquis of Chu and lost his confidence?

But in the past, Qin Yanran was rejected a lot.

Where would they have thought that Qin Yanran was frightened by Chu Yu's eyes that day.

Qin Yanran is not stupid.

Something will never belong to her, and if something crosses the line, it will never be recovered, she can feel it.

But people are not willing to let go of things that they are obsessed with.

I can only wait for time or change.

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After Chu Yu and Xiao Youzhi left the racecourse, they seemed to have a whim, and strung strings in various small alleys.

As soon as the two turned the corner, they found that it was a dead end, and a wall stood in front of them.

A dark shadow fell from the eaves next to it, half-kneeling.

"The prince's carriage was tampered with, and he almost hit someone on the way, and then he tripped up. Now that the prince had taken care of the carriage, he had turned back halfway, as if he had noticed something wrong with this trip. ”

"Almost hit someone?" Chu Yu slanted at the dark whistle that was kneeling on one knee on the ground.

The black shadow replied: "Yan Qin'an of the Qin Mansion." ”

Xiao Youzhi was slightly surprised.

Chu Yu was also surprised, and then the thin snow melted, and the spring spirit climbed up his eyebrows, and slowly, a smile appeared in his eyes: "Yan Qin'an? ”

The clear and clean voice was dyed a little delicate at this time, and the owner of the voice seemed to be chewing on the name seriously.

"Go down." Chu Yu said with a smile.

Xiao Youzhi carefully looked at Chu Yu's expression.

Ah Yu's demeanor was wrong.

"Youzhi, do you think this Yan girl can't get along with the carriage?"

Chu Yu's voice was a little ridiculous.

"You doubt her?"

"Miss Yan is soft and weak, I wonder what she is doing?"

Xiao Youzhi: ......

No, you're doubting her.

Xiao Youzhi frowned.

It's a coincidence.

The three accidents about the carriage were all related to Yan Qin'an.

"Miss Yan is kind in the end." Chu Yu blinked his eyes, "So I decided to pursue her." ”

Xiao Youzhi's eyes widened suddenly.

He saw that Chu Yu's expression was serious, not like a joke.

It's even scarier!

Ah Yu would never joke about it.

"Ah Yu, you ......"

Chu Yu blinked his left eye, his right eye was slightly bent, and he stretched out his index finger to his lips.

The sun fell into his eyes, soft and brilliant: "Shhhh I think my fate with Miss Yan began in my previous life. ”

After all, he seemed to owe her a life in his previous life.

"I think I'm liking her."

And Xiao Youzhi only felt a trace of coldness all over his body.

Ah Yu, he never believed in reincarnation, ghosts and witchcraft.

Because eleven years ago, the Marquis of Anding's Mansion was almost destroyed because of witchcraft, which left a great shadow on Chu Yu.

Xiao Youzhi was thinking about it, but when he saw Chu Yu's footsteps in front of him pause, Chu Yu looked back: "Youzhi, do you think we should give Miss Yan a gift?" In this way, can I make Miss Yan like me faster? ”

Xiao Youzhi who listened to the plan: ......

He felt bad.

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Weiyang Street.

Ah——!h

The woman's screams drowned out in the noisy crowd.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! ”

"Whose carriage is out of control again!"

"My stall!"

Pedestrians scattered in all directions, swearing and swearing.

"Miss!" Wan Cui was also taken aback.

Her young lady really rushed with the carriage!

In the crowd of people who fled in a hurry, the girl stood quietly.

She is like a verdant young bamboo, but it has been planted in the wrong place, and it may be broken at any time.

Seeing that something bad was about to happen, Wan Cui hurriedly went to pull Lin Qingyin's wrist.

But a figure was faster, and a gust of wind passed, and there was no longer Lin Qingyin's figure by Wan Cui's side.