Ling Yue helped Qian Yingying forget it, Ning Yao and A Yun left the capital with their front and back feet, but it was more than three months, and now they are chasing Da Zheng, which is not too reserved.

Qian Yingying couldn't get used to her standing and talking without backache, and her mouth was pursed.

"You and Ah Yun have letters to each other, of course you can hold it. My sister's letter for these three months is a meat bun beating a dog, and there is no return. The flower of love between me and Ning Yao has finally sprouted, what if something happens?"

She's so worried!

Because on the night of the Shangyuan Festival, she knocked on the side and said something from Ning Yao's mouth, and there was a little maid named Yanxia in Nanwangfu who took good care of him.

"There are many forms of care, making some snacks is care, good words in front of the master are care, and comfort is care when you are empty, lonely and cold. Didn't you just take care of Ah Yun that made him die?"

It's such a reason, but Ling Yue always sounds a little awkward.

"Don't mess with me and Ah Yun."

"I'm just letting you empathize, you full man doesn't know how hungry a girl is!"

Qian Yingying's words have always only sought to convey her meaning, and Ling Yue is used to her vulgarity.

was numb by her eager gaze, and promised her to think about it. After all, going to Dazheng is different from going to a neighboring city to play, the mountains are high and the road is far away, who knows if it will cause trouble.

"Don't you want to see the son? He's come to see you twice, and you're still courteous, so you should go!"

Qian Yingying was kind and seductive, which touched Ling Yue.

She asked Ling Lie on the side if she could leave the capital for a month, but Ling Xiang directly refused.

"Ah Yun is going to practice, not to die, what is there to go? Besides, your second father and the Xue family's brother are here, he can't stand it!"

He wished he had suffered more, after all, he would have to bow down when he returned.

Ling Yue's face turned slightly red when she saw that he had misunderstood.

"Yingying wants to go to Da Zheng to see Ning Yao and let me accompany her."

"That's even worse. Qian Jin didn't look down on Ning Yao at all, and was introducing her husband to Qian Yingying in the capital. If you take her away from home, you'll be the old fellow's number one enemy."

Qian Yingying waited for another half a month, and when Ling Yue's refusal came, she was so anxious that she was about to cry, as if Ning Yao had already married the maid named Yanxia.

"Yingying, don't you want to write a letter to Ning Yao again, what if the previous letter is lost? And now your father is staring at you too closely, and my father is also guarding against me like a thief, it's not a good time."

Qian Yingying couldn't, so she had to try again. This time, she no longer sent it alone, but begged Ling Yue to write a letter to Han Ming and sandwich it in her letter.

Da Zheng Nan Wangfu.

Hu Bao tied his horse and ran into the house quickly.

I didn't see Ning Yao, but I met Yang Yi.

"Brother Yang, is Brother Ning here?" A simple smile on his sweaty face.

Yang Yi didn't smile much.

is also Han Ming's guard, but he is not as valued as Ning Yao. Shangyuan Festival secretly went to Da Zhou, and also brought Ning Yao.

Even Hu Bao, a subordinate, has only one Ning Yao in his heart, as if he is Ning Yao's subordinate.

"He accompanied the prince into the palace, is there anything wrong?"

Hu Bao did not doubt him, and took out the letter: "The letter of Da Zhou is for the son of the world."

Yang Yi took it: "I'll help you hand it over."

"Then thank you, Brother Yang!"

Hu Bao walked upside down, and when Yang Yi looked at the letter, he came back again.

….

"Brother Yang, Miss Ling said that it must be handed over to the prince."

"Got it."

Yang Yi turned around and went to see Han Qianfeng and gave him the letter.

"Whose letter?"

"Back to the prince, it's Ling Yue's letter to the prince."

Han Qianfeng was a little puzzled and looked at the envelope without a word. Asked him, "Before, because Lin'er was in the way, didn't Ling Yue break off with Ming'er?"

"Maybe the trip where the prince went on the Yuan Festival was reconciled again."

Han Qianfeng's face changed, and his eyes became deeper.

"You said Shangyuan? root

Wang remembered that during that time, the emperor left Ming'er in the palace, how did he get the Great Zhou? Are you mistaken?"

Yang Yi knelt down and slammed his head on the ground.

"Ask the prince for forgiveness, the subordinates don't want to hide the prince, it's just that the prince asked his subordinates to keep their mouths shut, and the subordinates ......

Han Qianfeng's eyebrows were cold, and he glanced at the envelope again, and the place where the candle was set on fire was burned.

Yang Yi was shocked: "Lord Wang......"

"Just like you haven't been to this king's place. Yang Yi, if Ming'er goes to Da Zhou or has any abnormal behavior in the future, you will report to this king immediately, and this king will not treat you badly."

"Subordinates take orders!"

Coming out of Han Qianfeng, Yang Yi was relieved, and a victory smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

Good birds choose trees to perch, son, you favor one over the other, and your subordinates can't help but think about themselves!

The spring breeze is proud, the walk is brisk, and when I pass by the kitchen, I smell a burst of fragrance.

Looking inside, it was Yanxia cooking soup. She was dressed in a purple light shirt, slender and beautiful.

"Smoke." He walked in, looked inside the pot, and said with a smile, "Are you cooking soup for the princess?"

Seeing that it was him, Yanxia smiled slightly: "It turned out to be Guard Yang. The princess has already finished her meal, isn't Ning Yao having a bad appetite these days, I happen to be free, so I'll stew some fish soup for him."

It's Ning Yao again!

His face was still silent.

"Ning Yao is really blessed!"

Yanxia smiled again: "What kind of blessing is this, by the way. If he is well, the son will be good, and if the son is well, the princess will be at ease."

Yang Yi picked up the spoon and stirred it, the soup was white and mellow.

"I wonder if I've had the pleasure of drinking a bowl?"

Yanxia looked at him in surprise.

Yang Yi changed his words: "I'm joking."

"Oh, it's okay, I'm just afraid that my cooking skills won't suit your appetite."

Yang Yi put two spoonfuls into the bowl, tasted it, and was amazed.

"Yanxia, you are beautiful and intelligent, and your cooking skills are excellent, I don't know which lucky boy will marry you in the future."

Two red clouds flew up on Yanxia's face.

Yang Yi said again: "If my future wife can be half as virtuous as you, I will be satisfied."

Seeing her bow her head and stirring the soup, Yang Yi pretended to sigh: "I have known Ning Yao for many years and have a similar temperament, I didn't expect him to like the rude and willful eldest lady!"

The soup in the pot suddenly splashed, and Yanxia cried out in pain.

Yang Yi hurriedly soaked her hands in some cold water, Yanxia's hand was held by him, and her face was immediately red, and she hurriedly pulled back.

"I'm fine, thank you Guard Yang."

The corners of Yang Yi's mouth hooked: "Yanxia, why do you call Ning Yao's name, but you always call me 'Yang Guard,'?"

Yanxia was embarrassed by his question, and left the kitchen under the pretext that the soup was ready.

When she brought the soup to Ning Yao's door, he happened to come back and smiled when he met her.

"Are you looking for me?"

"Hmm. I've made some soup for you, and I'll drink it hot."

Ning Yao invited her into the house, left the soup behind, and took out a gold-inlaid rouge box from the drawer.

"Thank you for taking care of you for so long."

Yanxia looked at the delicate rouge box, and her heart was happy.

"How did you buy this?"

"It was Yingying who bought it, saying that I always trouble you, and you must give a gift."

The smile in Ning Yao's eyes kept lingering in Yanxia's heart, and he was rejecting her.

Thinking of Yang Yi's words again, he likes the rude and willful eldest lady, and she is just a slave in the palace.

She silently walked to the couch, pulled out a box from underneath, opened it, and took out a carved wooden box.

Inside the wooden box were four letters.

Qian Yingying's letter.

Tears fell uncontrollably.

She tossed the rouge box into the box, and the box was heavily closed.

I like to dress as cannon fodder and ask for a good death, but the prince insists on marrying me

Luo Huixue reminded

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