Jiang Qi got some osmanthus wine from her place and drank it. He also knew that if the little emperor's uncle came, it would be difficult to explain if he happened to meet him. He didn't like trouble, so he stood up and left.
Anyway, what he wanted to confirm was confirmation, so there was no need to stay long.
Seeing him walking away, Mu Ling's frozen eyes moved and said slowly, "Miss, hasn't the Crown Prince come yet?"
"We didn't push him to get him," Ruan Yuyi put away the used cup, "What's wrong?"
Her eyes were clear, her face was calm and soft, and the Dongzhu earrings on her ears swayed slightly as she turned around, reflecting a few points of light.
Mu Ling pursed her lips and then said in a trembling voice, "Miss, I'm afraid you have... admitted the wrong person." Although she only had a glance on the street, that glance was enough to make her remember the appearance of Prince Yu.
And his elegant attire, the jade bone fan gently waving in his hand, are exactly the kind of things that are hard to recognize.
She didn't understand what Mu Ling was saying for a while, so she raised her eyes and looked at her, "What are you talking about?"
Mu Ling said seriously, "The apricot-colored young master who came just now is Jiang Qi, the crown prince of Prince Yu." As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunder, Ruan Yuyi seemed to be frozen in place, and the movements of his hands were stagnant.
live.
"Do you know what you are talking about?" She moved the corners of her lips and then suppressed her frozen smile. Her hands seemed to have lost strength and could no longer hold the cup.
The white porcelain cup hit the ground and cracked with a loud sound. The remaining wine inside splashed everywhere and soaked her feet deeply. She seemed not to notice it.
Her words seemed to be laced with coldness, which was very different from the ordinary gentleness. Mu Ling had never seen the young lady look so serious before, so she was frightened and hurriedly knelt down.
"Miss Mingjian, I dare not lie, that person just now is indeed Prince Yu." She only dared to stare at the skirt on her knees.
It is said in the mansion that the young lady is the best to serve the master. In fact, only the maids who are close to her know that the young lady is spoiled and can't stand the cold or the heat. She is susceptible to wind and cold, cannot eat spicy food, and is picky.
But most of the time she wouldn't say it. Sister Muxiang, who has always been by the young lady's side, informed her of these things. And even if they did something wrong, she would give them gentle guidance.
It was her clear distinction between rewards and punishments and her kindness that made the maids get close to her and respect her.
"Which county prince is he not?" Ruan Yuyi grabbed the last bit of luck in her heart and asked again.
Mu Ling just shook his head. Although he said nothing, he could still see the determination.
The complicated thoughts were like vines, tightly wrapping around Ruan Yuyi. Her eyebrows were beating, but she couldn't move.
No wonder, no wonder he has calluses on his hands from years of practicing martial arts, no wonder his temperament is very different from the rumors, not to mention that he has so many wives and concubines around him.
——It turned out to be a mistake from the beginning.
But she couldn't understand why he knew that she had made a mistake, but did not refute it and allowed her to continue to misunderstand. In his eyes, was her behavior these days particularly ridiculous? Was he doing it because he wanted to tease her?
Not a reminder.
If he was not Jiang Qi, then who could he be, and how could he have the guts to pretend to be the only heir to Dawu in the current dynasty.
But thinking about it carefully, it seems that he has never admitted that he is Prince Yu's crown prince. It has always been her wishful thinking.
She suddenly laughed, and her temple hair fell down, covering half of her face. The smile at this time seemed particularly abrupt in her disbelieving expression.
Mu Ling was so flustered by the laughter that something happened to the young lady, so he quietly raised his eyelids and glanced at her.
She took a breath and felt her eyes became clearer.
She stretched out her hand and helped the wooden spirit up. Although her voice was soft, it was not difficult to distinguish the trembling in her voice, "Stop kneeling, the ground is cold. Didn't I tell you when I first left you? You don't need to move in my courtyard."
Just kneel down."
After a long conversation, she gradually found her voice.
The altar mouth on the table is still open, and the cinnamon fragrance that has been buried for a year has not been eliminated. Instead, it has been locked in the sealed altar. Now it smells more fragrant.
"Miss, what should we do now?" Mu Ling asked cautiously.
She glanced at the door and said softly, "Let's talk about it after we go back." Anyway, if she stayed here, she didn't know what kind of appearance she should use to get along with him.
She wanted to keep pretending not to know, but she couldn't seem to do it.
After Fang Xing took a few steps, he saw a black figure pushing open the courtyard door. He was tall and tall, and his eyes were always cold. As long as he stood casually, he was not angry and intimidating, making people afraid to get close to him.
She didn't know how she could have mistaken such a man for the rumored romantic and affectionate Prince Yu. There was absolutely no similarity between the two.
If he were holding a folding fan like Jiang Qi's, it would probably look like a sharp blade with a cold glow.
She froze in her steps, a strange feeling suddenly surged in her heart, and she could only stare at him slowly walking towards her, as if she recognized this person for the first time.
Jiang Huaiyang approached the young lady and saw that she was looking at him blankly without saying a word, so he touched her cheek and whispered, "What are you doing standing here?" The chill in his eyes seemed to have dissipated.
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But her gaze didn't move. As soon as he came closer, it fell on his clothes.
There were a few rough spots on the hand that was stroking her, which brought with it the chill from outside, making her shiver.
"Your Highness." She tried her best to pretend that nothing happened, tilting her head slightly so that her cheek brushed against the palm of his hand.
She heard him close to her ear, his breath caressing her ear, "Go in first and then talk."
She didn't know how she was brought into the wing by him, nor when the door was closed. When she regained consciousness, they were the only two people left in the wing.
He bullied her, grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, and pressed them above her head.
Fear arose in her heart for no reason, and she struggled a few times subconsciously, only to find that his strength was so great that he held her wrists motionless.
Jiang Huaiyang was not surprised at all and just thought it was her usual shyness.
She couldn't move her hands, so she could only move her feet, and the bells on her ankles rang softly due to her struggle. He kissed her, and the tenderness almost burned her.
He seemed to be aroused by the ringtone and became even more indifferent.
She turned her face sideways, tears suddenly falling from her eyes.
She had always known his habits, but now she suddenly felt ashamed in her heart.
He had never asked her about her wishes. The traces on her body were often left over from the last time and then covered with new ones - although she also knew that she had put them in first, and in his opinion, that meant she was willing.
of.
But the more she thought about it, the more she felt aggrieved. The tears she shed due to the pain at first became more and more intense. She bit her lip tightly and refused to speak.
She didn't even dare to ask who the person on her body was.
I have to accept it on my own.
A hand seemed to touch her cheek and wipe away her tears, but her face soon became wet and cold again.
Jiang Huaiyang saw that the young lady couldn't hold back her tears today, so he simply stopped wiping them away and placed a kiss under her eyes as if to kiss away the tears.