"That -" Yan Buhuan spoke at the same time as him, the two voices overlapped, but there was an awkward pause.
Yan Buhuan quickly turned away his eyes and pretended to be relaxed: "You say it."
Jiao Li put away the panic on his face and returned to his charming look before: "What did you say? I just saved you again, shouldn't you thank me?"
Shameless talk!
Yan Buhuan turned around quickly: "Then why didn't you tell me how many times you killed me before?"
Jiao Li was choked.
At first, he wanted to kill her because he was afraid that Xuanyuan Mu would regard her as a dead Yu Buhuan. But since he knew that Xuanyuan Mu did not confuse her with Yu Buhuan, the idea of killing her gradually disappeared over time.
But what Jiao Li didn't know was that Xuanyuan Mu had a trick up his sleeve and he didn't tell Jiao Li the true identity of the woman in front of him.
The reason Xuanyuan Mu chose to let go was because he was afraid of the past happening again.
It was precisely because of this that Jiao Li had a bit of luck - but Jiao Li would never have thought that they were actually the same person.
If fate is a gear, inadvertently, it will always coincide with a certain point in the past...just in a different way.
"You blame me?" There was a bit of unpredictable anger in the evil spirit. It was hard to tell whether he felt aggrieved or was blaming Yan Buhuan for being too stingy.
"How dare I blame you? Even if you save me twice, then we are even, right?"
Jiao turned away and put his fingers to his lips, not knowing whether to hide the smile on his lips or not wanting to pay attention to her.
…
The cold and humid air carried the fragrance of earth. Yan Buhuan jumped off the roof beam, walked outside and took a deep breath: "Stop it."
Jiao Li strolled towards him, but he did stop. A hint of disappointment lingered in his heart, lingering in his heart.
…
After leaving the palace gate, Yan Buhuan and Jiao Li left in a carriage, one on the left and the other on the right.
Yan Buhuan returned to the mansion and found that Yan Hui had not returned, but the lights in Yan Que's room were on.
At this time, the housekeeper came over cautiously: "Princess, after the Crown Prince asks you to come back, go find him."
Yan Buhuan nodded: "Okay."
After opening the door, Yan Que happened to turn around and immediately smiled when he saw her: "You're back."
"Well, it was delayed a bit because of the rain."
"Have you been with Xuanyuan Mu all this time?"
Suddenly remembering the scene on the roof beam, Yan Buhuan seemed to be hiding something: "Uh... almost."
"You seem absent-minded?"
"Is there any?" He couldn't help but touch his face.
Yan Que smiled and didn't ask too many questions. Yan Buhuan remembered the butler's words and asked curiously: "Why do you want me to come to you?"
"Let me show you this." Yan Que handed her something like an imperial list.
Yan Buhuan opened it doubtfully and was immediately speechless.
This is a wanted portrait.
The wanted person is...the woman who fainted at their doorstep.
"This is the wanted list issued by the State of Zheng. This woman has offended someone she shouldn't have offended." Yan Que's tone was light, as if he was regretting something.
Yan Buhuan frowned: "What do you mean? What does it mean to offend someone who shouldn't be offended?"
"My father's intention is to send her back to Prince Zheng tomorrow."
"Then give it away."
"Don't—" A woman's voice came from the side, full of panic.
Yan Buhuan was shocked. When did this woman come?
Yan Que smiled: "They say you are absent-minded. This girl has been sitting there for most of the day, and you didn't even notice."
"That -" Yan Buhuan spoke at the same time as him, the two voices overlapped, but there was an awkward pause.
Yan Buhuan quickly turned away his eyes and pretended to be relaxed: "You say it."
Jiao Li put away the panic on his face and returned to his charming look before: "What did you say? I just saved you again, shouldn't you thank me?"
Shameless talk!
Yan Buhuan turned around quickly: "Then why didn't you tell me how many times you killed me before?"
Jiao Li was choked.
At first, he wanted to kill her because he was afraid that Xuanyuan Mu would regard her as a dead Yu Buhuan. But since he knew that Xuanyuan Mu did not confuse her with Yu Buhuan, the idea of killing her gradually disappeared over time.
But what Jiao Li didn't know was that Xuanyuan Mu had a trick up his sleeve and he didn't tell Jiao Li the true identity of the woman in front of him.
The reason Xuanyuan Mu chose to let go was because he was afraid of the past happening again.
It was precisely because of this that Jiao Li had a bit of luck - but Jiao Li would never have thought that they were actually the same person.
If fate is a gear, inadvertently, it will always coincide with a certain point in the past...just in a different way.
"You blame me?" There was a bit of unpredictable anger in the evil spirit. It was hard to tell whether he felt aggrieved or was blaming Yan Buhuan for being too stingy.
"How dare I blame you? Even if you save me twice, then we are even, right?"
Jiao turned away and put his fingers to his lips, not knowing whether to hide the smile on his lips or not wanting to pay attention to her.
…
The cold and humid air carried the fragrance of earth. Yan Buhuan jumped off the roof beam, walked outside and took a deep breath: "Stop it."
Jiao Li strolled towards him, but he did stop. A hint of disappointment lingered in his heart, lingering in his heart.
…
After leaving the palace gate, Yan Buhuan and Jiao Li left in a carriage, one on the left and the other on the right.
Yan Buhuan returned to the mansion and found that Yan Hui had not returned, but the lights in Yan Que's room were on.
At this time, the housekeeper came over cautiously: "Princess, after the Crown Prince asks you to come back, go find him."
Yan Buhuan nodded: "Okay."
After opening the door, Yan Que happened to turn around and immediately smiled when he saw her: "You're back."
"Well, it was delayed a bit because of the rain."
"Have you been with Xuanyuan Mu all this time?"
Suddenly remembering the scene on the roof beam, Yan Buhuan seemed to be hiding something: "Uh... almost."
"You seem absent-minded?"
"Is there any?" He couldn't help but touch his face.
Yan Que smiled and didn't ask too many questions. Yan Buhuan remembered the butler's words and asked curiously: "Why do you want me to come to you?"
"Let me show you this." Yan Que handed her something like an imperial list.
Yan Buhuan opened it doubtfully and was immediately speechless.
This is a wanted portrait.
The wanted person is...the woman who fainted at their doorstep.
"This is the wanted list issued by the State of Zheng. This woman has offended someone she shouldn't have offended." Yan Que's tone was light, as if he was regretting something.
Yan Buhuan frowned: "What do you mean? What does it mean to offend someone who shouldn't be offended?"
"My father's intention is to send her back to Prince Zheng tomorrow."
"Then give it away."
"Don't—" A woman's voice came from the side, full of panic.
Yan Buhuan was shocked. When did this woman come?
Yan Que smiled: "They say you are absent-minded. This girl has been sitting there for most of the day, and you didn't even notice."
