He asked Qingcheng to get married tomorrow. The time was so short that Jingren was a little embarrassed. But he was still more happy than worried. He didn't say anything or ask anything, and left happily.
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Night came quickly, and when I lowered my eyes and lowered my head, the sky had turned pitch black, and the round moon was as bright as a silver plate. Qingcheng was sitting on the swing of Lanyuan, swinging gently in the wind.
A black figure floated like leaves from the tall osmanthus tree to Qingcheng, looking straight at her with sharp eyes.
Qingcheng was startled. Just as he was about to open his mouth to call out, the masked man in black quickly covered him up: "Don't scream, Qingcheng is me."
The black cloth that covered his face was slowly pulled off, and his enchanting face seemed to be stained with the color of night, with a hint of melancholy.
Qingcheng was startled, it was Wuhua.
Wuhua slowly let go of his hand and looked directly at Qingcheng: "You have lost weight."
As if he hadn't heard anything, Qingcheng turned around and the swing immediately began to swing gently in the moonlight.
"The eldest prince asked me to take you out." Wuhua turned his head and said calmly.
The swing stopped and Qingcheng jumped down and grabbed Wuhua. His eyes were shining brightly and he looked straight at Wuhua: "Is it true? Yifei wants to take me away?"
"No." Wuhua immediately denied it, and then said: "He is still in the palace. He just ordered me to take you out of the Yan Mansion. When the time is right, he will find you."
The light in his eyes immediately dimmed, "Oh!"
"Dong dong" Someone knocked heavily on the courtyard door.
"Fourth Miss, an assassin has broken in. The general asked me to check it out." A male voice outside the hospital said in a routine manner.
Wuhua frowned and immediately pulled Qingcheng over: "Follow me quickly!"
"What about Butterfly?" Qingcheng took out Wuhua's hand and looked at Butterfly who was still immersed in sadness in the room.
"I'll come to pick her up that day." Wuhua looked at the door being knocked "dong-dong" and came over to pull Qingcheng's wrist.
"No, I can't leave her. If we want to leave, we have to leave together, or neither of us leaves. I promise the wet nurse that I will never leave her again." Qingcheng looked at Wuhua and said firmly.
Wuhua turned around and punched the tree behind him: "You know how difficult it is to enter the Yan Mansion. The general has sent people to watch you every three steps and five steps to keep an eye on you. It is already very difficult to take one out.
If you add butterflies, the chance of getting out is zero. Did you know?"
Qingcheng was shocked, she never knew that the general had done so much for her during her seemingly leisurely and contented days.
"Let's go!" Qingcheng said and walked towards the courtyard gate.
When he opened the courtyard door, Xiaosi, who was punching the wooden door with his fists, saw Qingcheng coming out, and dropped his fists in frustration: "Has Fourth Miss seen the assassin?" As he said that, he leaned in.
Qingcheng squinted his eyes and yawned as if he hadn't woken up: "Why are you making noise? I slept well. The assassin came from there."
The man didn't answer, but waved his hand back. The people behind him immediately followed him and walked inward.
Qingcheng stretched out his hand to block the situation: "Hey, I'm telling you, I'm Mr. Ji's unmarried wife. I asked several men to search the bedroom in the middle of the night. What do you think he would do if the news reached Jingren's ears?"
Do you want to divorce me? Or,,,"
Qingcheng paused deliberately as he spoke, as if he was thinking. The little guys immediately shuddered and carefully retracted their feet when they stepped through the door.
He took a few steps back, turning a blind eye to Qingcheng. He looked back and was surprised at the person behind him: "It's so late, why is the fourth lady's courtyard door not closed properly?"
When the voice behind him claimed that he was among them, he immediately closed the courtyard door with his hand, blocking Qingcheng from his sight.
At the door, he was heard shouting to his subordinates: "Why are we still in Meiyuan? Isn't the fourth lady's Lanyuan over there?"
"Miss Fourth is getting married tomorrow. If you make any mistakes, be careful with your heads."
The sound gradually faded away.
When Qingcheng returned to the house, Butterfly was already lying on the bed and asleep.
It's a little strange that the butterfly can still sleep despite such a loud movement just now.
Touching the even breathing of the butterfly, Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief and said silently in his heart: I have been really nervous lately.
Turning around, a flash of black clothes came into view, but Wuhua hadn't left yet.
"You go! If I can't take the butterfly away with me, I won't leave." Qingcheng turned around and pulled away the quilt on the bed.
"Are you really sure you don't want to leave with me?" Wuhua looked at Qingcheng and asked seriously."
"I'm going to sleep." Qingcheng straightened up and looked at Wuhua, as if giving him an order to expel him.
"Even if you marry Jingren tomorrow, you won't leave now, right?"
"Yes, even if I marry Jingren tomorrow, I will not let the butterfly leave me." Qingcheng said firmly.
"Okay then!" Wuhua said softly, looking at Qingcheng blankly for a while before turning around and going out. When he closed the door, he faintly heard a sentence: "I will take you with me tomorrow, wait for me!"