When he woke up in the morning, Qingcheng was startled by the dazzling sunshine in the room. He turned his head to look at the door diagonally opposite: the pile of hill-like objects in his memory had disappeared. You sat up and reached out to touch his body.
The clothes are still there.
The door creaked open, and Wuhua, who was all red, came in, but the back of his hand was wrapped with a white bandage. He looked at Qingcheng, who was still confused, and said softly: "You're awake."
Looking at Wuhua who smiled so gently, Qingcheng began to doubt: Was the panic last night a dream?
Shao'er came in, lowered her head and called Wuhua softly: "Palace Master."
Qingcheng did not let go of the hint of dodge in Shao'er's eyes. The wound on his arm was still painful to the touch, and the eye-catching bandage on the back of Wuhua's hand made Qingcheng certain that what happened last night was an indisputable fact.
Immediately all the hairs on his body were on alert, and Qingcheng looked at Wuhua warily.
Seeing Qingcheng's appearance, Wuhua seemed a little hurt and glanced at Qingcheng: "Your Majesty, Miss Qingcheng. Okay, let's bring her to the flower hall for dinner."
After finishing speaking coldly, he walked out the door without looking back.
He looked at Shao'er with a cold face, who was busy doing everything for him, and disappeared inexplicably last night? But when he thought about it, she was just a girl who was wronged by others, and there was no need for him to be angry with her.
He silently asked Shao'er to pack it up for him, but did not respond to her request to go to the flower hall to meet Wuhua who was waiting for him.
Ignore Shao'er who was so anxious that she burst into tears. Everyone has compassion, but when you can't save yourself, others can't care!
After putting away her belongings, as soon as she opened the door, she met Wuhua waiting at the door.
"I knew you would leave without saying goodbye." Wuhua said displeasedly, with a trace of loss in his eyes. "Can you forget last night and come back to yesterday?"
"Can't." He answered simply without looking at him, turned to his side, and Qingcheng walked around.
Which way to go out of Wuhua Palace?
Qingcheng walked out of the garden where he lived and looked around. The blue stone roads extended in different directions. Which direction should I take when leaving Wuhua Palace? Which direction is Tianchen?
"Let's go have breakfast first. Don't worry, I will take you back." Wuhua followed him out at some point and said calmly, looking at the confused Qingcheng.
Ignoring him, the headless Qingcheng continued to find a way out of Wuhua Palace.
"Follow me." Wuhua said, without waiting for Qingcheng's consent, he took her wrist, ignored her angrily slapping himself, and dragged her straight to the flower hall.
He pushed Qingcheng into the seat domineeringly. Wuhua sat on her left side. Linger looked at the two dark-faced people strangely: "Brother, sister is here, can you eat now?"
"Yeah." Wuhua chuckled fondly, and gave her some of the cakes on everyone's plate, which made Ling'er scream with joy.
Qingcheng looked at everything Wuhua did and knew that what he did was just to prove to himself that there was no manipulation in the food.
Once you've come, make peace with it. If you can't escape, then eat well! If you can't resist, you have to obey!
They understood each other tacitly and finished breakfast in a depressed atmosphere.
Wuhua was still very domineering, without asking Qingcheng's permission, he helped her get on the horse and galloped away towards Tianchen.
At the General's Mansion, the guards guarding the door seemed to be anticipating her arrival. Before she could step forward, someone had already announced the news.
Qingcheng went in without any obstruction. When he stood in the mansion and looked back, Wuhua had already rode away slowly, leaving behind a lonely figure.
With no one to guide or lead the way, Qingcheng went directly to the hall: there must be someone there looking forward to her arrival!
In the hall, the general remained calm, still drinking his tea and sitting there calmly. When the eldest lady saw Qingcheng coming in, she laughed sideways: "Qingcheng is back."
I don’t know why the second lady was here this time. When she saw Qingcheng, she immediately said sourly: "Hey, Qingcheng is back, we have enough fun outside. Uncle Jingblade is looking for you everywhere!"
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Qingcheng felt that her uncle's bite was particularly hard.
Qingcheng gave a brief salute, raised his head and was about to ask the general's wet nurse how they were doing, when the general said: "You should go back to Lanyuan first! The wet nurse and Butterfly are waiting for you there! You have to make some preparations, I have already
I sent someone to notify Jingren, he should be here soon!"
What a quick move! Qingcheng muttered in his heart, bowed and turned around to leave.
Lanyuan is still unchanged, with a static swing and an old and small wooden gate. The house is quiet and less popular. Could it be?
Qingcheng quickly looked around the small courtyard, which looked normal, then pushed open the door and ran in.
When I saw Butterfly and Nanny sitting and doing needlework unscathed, I let out a long breath, and my heart dropped to my throat. Although I knew they would be fine, if something happened,
, I don’t even know how to face it.
Butterfly and the nanny were stunned for a long time when they saw Qingcheng suddenly jumping in. Butterfly then shouted loudly: "Miss, you are back? I heard that you were kidnapped, are you okay? Are you really okay?"
Qingcheng smiled, knocked the butterfly with his hand and smiled: "There are so many questions, which one should I answer first?"
"Si'er." The wet nurse's voice was choked with sobs. Before she could say anything, tears started to flow down her face: "Are you okay these days outside?"
Looking at the kind nanny who is like a mother, I think of all the fear, panic, helplessness and panic I have felt these days, all of which turned into tears and poured into my eyes, pouring down like water from a bursting dam, which cannot be stopped.
The live-in nanny said "Uh-huh"
She had never seen Qingcheng like this before. The nanny hugged Qingcheng and panicked, asking repeatedly: "Si'er, what's wrong with you!"
I have never seen Qingcheng like this. I cried when I saw her when I came back. I thought that something bad must have happened to her outside. I thought that the hard life of marrying Jingren Si'er was over, but I didn't expect to be in this situation. The three of them
The days of relying on each other seemed to be endless, and her heart felt sour, so the wet nurse hugged Qingcheng and cried loudly.
Butterfly on the side saw this. He was very happy to see Qingcheng back. But when he saw his mother and young lady like this, he couldn't help but burst into tears and started crying too.
Suddenly, there was a lot of crying, which was so sad.
When Jingblade came, he heard a lot of crying and couldn't help but quicken his pace.
When I entered the room and saw the three of them like this, I couldn't help but frown slightly and coughed lightly.
Butterfly was the first to raise his head, and when he saw it was Jingren, he stuttered a little: "Miss, Ji, the young master is here."
Qingcheng raised Saha's tearful eyes, and Jingren stood at the door. In the backlight, his figure seemed to be much thinner than last time! He felt sour in his heart, it was all his fault!
The eyes that were red and swollen from crying could not see clearly. In the haze, Jingren retreated from the wet nurse and her daughter, and came to him in a blink of an eye. He gently held up Qingcheng's chin with his hand, his voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of pity: "
You have lost weight and become haggard, which has made you suffer."
Qingcheng looked directly at him, his eyes were filled with distress, concern, pity, and tenderness. It was just that he didn't want to look at it!
As soon as they said goodbye, the two fell into a dangerous situation again.
The air seemed to be frozen for a long time.
"Did you really escape on your own?" Jingren asked cautiously in a low voice, looking directly at her and then turning his head away as if he was afraid that she would be hurt.
"Yeah." Qingcheng didn't want to lie to him, so he spoke frankly. He didn't ask himself, but he must have known it clearly in his heart.
"You don't want to marry me that much?" The deep voice revealed the hidden pain.
Qingcheng didn't answer and was silent. She really didn't know what she should say and it was well known that she was unwilling to marry her. If not, the general wouldn't have drugged himself twice last time.
After a moment, Jingren turned around, with pain in her eyes. She had hurt him, and her silence was a direct acquiescence.
"Haha." Jingren looked up and laughed wildly several times. When he stopped looking at Qingcheng, the sad look on his face had disappeared, replaced by the usual indifference: "Madam, should you come back to me?
I'm here now, and I want to go back to my parents' home. I'll bring you a gift for your husband that day and then come visit."
When Qingcheng heard this, he was surprised. He didn't know why Jingren suddenly changed so quickly. But when he thought about it, he felt relieved. He had never forgotten that his nickname was Demon Master.
Seeing that Qingcheng didn't answer, Jingren reached out his hand and pulled her: "Madam, come back with me."
Qingcheng waved his hand, stepped back and stood far away.
Looking at the completely different Jingren, he calmed down and said softly: "If Mr. Duwei really wants to marry Qingcheng, then show some sincerity. You also know that everyone in Tianchen
Everyone knows that the general has a daughter who is more talented than anyone else and is stunningly beautiful. If you want to marry her, why don't you bring her in an eight-carriage sedan chair and pick her up in person? Wouldn't it be a disgrace to my reputation? Let's talk about the major events and personnel matters in a woman's life.
Don’t you think it is a life-long regret for a woman to have become someone else’s wife without knowing it?”
Jingren looked at Qingcheng, his eyes full of anger, and stared at Qingcheng for a long time. Suddenly he became extremely soft again, walked up to her and raised his hand to touch her face: "As long as you are willing, everything can be done according to your wishes.
It's up to you. If you want to be beautiful, I can make you very beautiful."
"This is so good. You should know by now how much Yan Qingcheng loves vanity and covets glory and wealth." Qingcheng said loudly with a smile.
After hearing this, Jingren looked at her and raised the corner of his mouth with a smile: "Wealth and glory, whatever you want, I can satisfy you. I can make you sit on top of thousands of people."
Qingcheng was stunned, not expecting him to say this.
"Qingcheng, can't you marry me obediently?" As he spoke, Jingren sighed, seemingly helpless.
She didn't want to tangle with him too much anymore: "Then today, Mr. Ji, please come back! Qingcheng is tired and wants to rest." Qingcheng raised his hand to signal the guests to see him off, and sat down with his back to him.
"Then, alas, you should have a good rest!" Jingren wanted to say something else, but finally sighed and turned around to leave.
When I turned back, Jingblade had already left.
But it can be delayed for a while, but not forever. Qingcheng doesn't know what to do next.