Chapter Ninety-Three: A Serious Illness (1)

Zou Shuang'er's face turned red, and she raised her chin slightly arrogantly, "Yuanxiang, don't talk nonsense." ”

The maid known as Yuanxiang nodded with a smile, blinked her eyes, and said, "Yes, the slave doesn't say anything."

Meng Yuyun looked at the scene in front of her, and for some reason, her heart fluttered, as if she was pinched by a pair of invisible big palms, and tightened it hard, making her a little suffocated in pain.

Zou Shuang'er also seemed to have just discovered Meng Yuyun at this time, looked at the boy with the mask, snuggled up to Qin Jing'an's side, and asked in a low voice, "This is the younger brother you recognized?"

Qin Jing'an's inky eyes became deeper and deeper, his gaze fell on the expressionless Meng Yuyun's face, pursed his lips, and nodded.

This is the second time Zou Shuang'er has seen Meng Yuyun, she looked at the silver half of the mask, shining with a mysterious luster, the other side of the face that has not been destroyed, the eyebrows and eyes are cold, and the eyes are like a bay of stagnant water, without the slightest wave.

"You are lucky to be favored by the prince, what is your name?" Zou Shuang'er touched her chin, always feeling that this face was a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

Meng Yuyun was silent and did not respond, her head lowered more and more, and it could be seen from her flickering eyes that she was not as calm as she pretended to be at the moment.

"I ask you! What's your name? Zou Shuang'er didn't get a response for a long time, and her face was a little bad, but considering that Qin Jing'an was beside her, she could only suppress the dissatisfaction in her heart and ask again.

Meng Yuyun chuckled, a white mist came out, she looked at Zou Shuang'er through the mist she breathed, her eyes were misty, she thought about it, how should she answer this question!

Is it Meng Yuyun, the youngest daughter of the Meng family, or a nameless Meng Anan?

She couldn't find the answer herself.

Zou Shuang'er grew up in the frontier since she was a child, and she has always been spoiled, and she hates others ignoring her the most, she snorted coldly, and just as she was about to take the long whip coiled around her waist, she was caught by Qin Jing'an.

He gently rubbed Zou Shuang'er's white and tender hands, lowered his head, put it to his lips and exhaled hot air, "He's still young, you just call him Ah Nan." Aren't you going to visit Chang'an? Let's go! ”

Zou Shuang'er was dazzled by Qin Jing'an's series of actions, where did he still have the heart to care about such a little boy, but Yuanxiang, the maid, looked at Meng Yuyun twice.

Qin Jing'an held an umbrella, and Yuanxiang, the maid, followed behind, waiting to serve his own young lady at any time.

The three of them were always a little crowded, and after walking for a while, Zou Shuang'er stopped a little unhappily and looked at Meng Yuyun coldly.

muttered angrily: "It's boring!"

Qin Jing'an sighed, a trace of impatience crossed his eyes, "What's wrong?" ”

Zou Shuang'er bit her lip, knowing that she couldn't value Qin Jing'an too much, so she eased her tone and said, "Ah Nan, it's getting late, do you want us to send you back first?"

We? Meng Yuyun listened to these two words, and only felt sarcastic, just now in the Lu family, she also called herself and the prince like this. Now that I think about it, I said the wrong thing, where is she worthy of the prince and use the word us.

Qin Jingan pursed his lips, his hand holding the umbrella tightened, and he glanced at a child with his head down, feeling a little uncomfortable for some reason.

His face was cold, and his voice was slightly tough: "Shuang'er, don't make trouble."

Zou Shuang'er was a little confused, she looked at Meng Yuyun, and then at Qin Jing'an, when did she make trouble?

For a while, the grievance was born from her heart, she gritted her teeth, "What am I doing?" Was it wrong to send him home? ”

Qin Jing'an didn't speak, but his expression was obviously impatient.

Meng Yuyun knew that she was redundant, and she knew it from the beginning. Seeing Qin Jing'an's cold face for herself, her eyes couldn't help but be a little astringent, her nose was sour, and a smile appeared on her lips.

It's just that there is a bit of bitterness in this smile, and only she knows it.

"I don't need Miss Zou to send me back, I can do it myself. Have fun, well, have fun! After Meng Yuyun finished speaking, she didn't care about their reactions, took a long breath, and ran out of the area covered by the umbrella with her legs raised.

The snow fell on her hair, and the crystal clear snowflakes on her body quickly melted into water, sticking to her hair, eyebrows, and even eyelashes.

The cold wind cut through her skin like a dagger, and the pain made her eyes tearful, and when she ran, she breathed heavily, and her throat was dry and painful, which was really uncomfortable.

An unknown liquid with temperature swept across her cheek, she raised her eyes, and her dark eyes looked at this silver-covered Chang'an, so beautiful and so cold.

Zou Shuang'er looked at Meng Yuyun's departing figure in place, she swallowed her saliva with some difficulty, and muttered in a low voice: "Such a cold day......"

Qin Jing'an didn't speak, but his eyes sank, he quietly looked at the figure who was running away in the heavy snow, his breathing was a little short, and his heart hurt inexplicably.

Yes, on such a cold day, how can I get it from being frozen?

Thinking like this, Qin Jing'an felt even more displeased with the people beside him.

Under the big red sleeves embroidered with peony flowers, a pair of hands were tightly clenched into fists, he slowed down, his breathing calmed down, and then he turned his head and said expressionlessly to the anxious Zou Shuang'er: "Are you satisfied now?"

Zou Shuang'er knew that it was someone Qin Jing'an valued, and he felt that he was too much for a while, but he didn't force him to run back from the snow, he clearly said that he was sending him back.

Being questioned by Qin Jing'an like this, she couldn't help but panic a little.

Just wanted to explain, Qin Jing'an had already walked forward with an umbrella, and he had no choice but to follow in small steps, secretly looking at the faces of the people beside him.

Yuan Xiang was behind him, frowning, and always felt that when he met the prince again this time, he seemed to be a different person. used to be responsive to the lady's requests, but now for the sake of an insignificant little boy, he threw his face at the miss.

She secretly wrote it down in her heart, and waited to talk to the young lady when she returned.

The general sent her back to follow the young lady, just knowing that the young lady seemed to be pampered and difficult to deal with, but in fact she was a paper tiger, and she didn't know if she was dumb.

Meng Yuyun returned to the Zhao Mansion in despair, Tang Nan wanted to stand outside the gate surprisingly today, his dark purple clothes were very conspicuous, and his feminine face bloomed with a delicate smile the moment he saw Meng Yuyun, but in an instant, his face turned cold.

Meng Yuyun kept her head down when she walked, and naturally she didn't notice Tang Nanyu standing at the gate, and when she walked in front of someone's eyes, she wanted to step directly over the threshold.

The neglected Tang Nanyu's face became more and more ugly, he couldn't bear it anymore, and grabbed Meng Yuyun's back collar, and the action was like carrying a chick.