Dressed as cannon fodder for a good death, but the prince insisted on marrying me

Chapter 421
Ling Yue helped Qian Yingying forget it, Ning Yao and A Yun left the capital one after another, but it was more than three months, and now they are chasing after Da Zheng, it is not too reserved.

Qian Yingying couldn't understand her ability to stand and talk without backache, her mouth curled up.

"You and Ah Yun have letters to each other, so of course you can hold back. My sister's letters in the past three months are meat buns and dogs, and there is no return. The flower of love between me and Ning Yao has finally sprouted. What if something happens? manage?"

She is really worried!
Because on the night of the Shangyuan Festival, she made indirect remarks from Ning Yao's mouth, and there was a little maid named Yanxia in the Nanwang Mansion who took good care of him.

"There are many forms of caring. Making some snacks is caring, speaking well in front of the master is caring, and comforting you when you are empty and lonely is also caring. Isn't it because you took care of Ah Yun that you made him die?"

That's the reason, but Ling Yue always sounds a little awkward.

"Don't talk about me and Ah Yun."

"I just let you feel the same way, you girl who is full of men and doesn't know the hunger of hungry men!"

Qian Yingying always used words only to express her meaning, Ling Yue was used to her vulgarity.

His scalp was numb from her eager gaze, and he promised her to think about it carefully.After all, going to Dazheng is different from visiting neighboring cities. The mountains are high and the roads are far away. Who knows if there will be troubles.

"Don't you want to see the prince? He has come to see you twice, and it's reciprocal. You should go there!"

Qian Yingying was persuasive, which touched Ling Yue.

She turned to Ling Lie and asked if she could leave the capital for a month, but Ling Xiang directly refused.

"Ayun is going to practice, not to die, what's there to do? Besides, your second father and brother Xue are here, he can't bear to be wronged!"

He wished he could suffer more, after all, he would bow his head and surrender when he came back.

Seeing that he had misunderstood, Ling Yue blushed slightly.

"Yingying wants to go to Dazheng to meet Ning Yao, and let me accompany her."

"That's even worse. Qian Jin doesn't like Ning Yao at all, and he is introducing Qian Yingying's husband-in-law all over the capital. If you take her away from home, you will be the old man's number one enemy."

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

"Yingying, why don't you write another letter to Ning Yao, what if the previous letter is lost? And now your father is watching you too closely, and my father is guarding me like a thief. It's not a good time."

Qian Yingying had no choice but to try again.This time, she no longer sent it alone, but begged Ling Yue to write a letter to Han Ming and put it in her letter.

Dazheng Nanwang Mansion.

Hu Bao tied up his horse and ran into the mansion quickly.

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

"Brother Yang, are Brother Ning there?" There was a simple smile on the sweaty face.

Yang Yi didn't smile much.

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

Even Hu Bao's servants only have Ning Yao in their hearts, as if he is Ning Yao's subordinate.

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

Hu Bao didn't doubt him, and took out the letter: "Da Zhou's letter is for the crown prince."

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

"Then thank you Brother Yang!"

Hu Baodian left, and when Yang Yi looked at the letter, he came back again.

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

"understood."

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 son."

Han Qianfeng was a little puzzled, looking at the envelope without a word.Ask him: "Didn't Ling Yue break up with Ming'er because of Lin'er's obstruction?"

"Perhaps the trip to the Shangyuan Festival, when the son went, reconciled again."

Han Qianfeng's face changed, and his eyes darkened.

"You mean Shangyuan Festival? This king remembers that the emperor Liu Ming'er was in the palace at that time, how did he get to Dazhou? Did you remember wrongly?"

Yang Yi knelt down and hit his head heavily on the ground.

"I beg the lord to forgive me. This subordinate is not trying to hide from the lord. It's just that the son kept his mouth shut. This subordinate is the only one."

Han Qianfeng looked coldly, looked at the letter again, and burned it with a candle.

Yang Yi was shocked: "My lord."

"Just pretend that you have never been here before this king. Yang Yi, if Ming'er goes to Dazhou in the future or if there is any abnormal behavior, you should 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, with a triumphant smile on his lips.

A good bird chooses a tree to live in, son, you treat one more than another, and your subordinates have to think about themselves!

The spring breeze was triumphant, walking briskly, when passing the kitchen, I smelled a fragrance.

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

"Yanxia." He walked in, looked into the pot, and said with a smile, "Are you making soup for the princess?"

Seeing that it was him, Yanxia smiled slightly: "It turned out to be Guard Yang. The concubine has already finished her meal. Didn't Ning Yao have a bad appetite these days? I happen to be free, so I will cook some fish soup for him."

It's Ning Yao again!

His face remained calm.

"How lucky he is!"

Yanxia smiled again: "What kind of blessing is this, just by the way. Only when he is well, will the son be well, and the princess will feel at ease when the son is well."

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

"I wonder if I have the honor to drink a bowl?"

Yanxia looked at him in surprise.

Yang Yi changed his words: "I was joking."

"Oh, it's okay, I'm just afraid that my cooking skills are not good enough to suit your taste."

Yang Yi poured two spoonfuls into a bowl, took a sip, and was amazed.

"Yanxia, ​​you are handsome 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 yours, I will be satisfied."

Seeing her lowering her head and stirring the soup, Yang Yi pretended to sigh: "I have known Ning Yao for many years, and we have similar temperaments. I never thought that he would like the unruly and willful eldest lady!"

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

Yang Yi hurriedly poured some cold water for her to soak her hands, Yanxia's hand was held by him, she blushed immediately, and hurriedly pulled it back.

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

The corner of Yang Yi's mouth twitched: "Yanxia, ​​why do you call Ning Yao's name, but always call me 'Yang Shiwei'?"

Embarrassed by his question, Yanxia left the kitchen on the pretext that the soup was ready.

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

"Are you looking for me?"

"Well. I made some soup for you, drink it while it's hot."

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

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

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

"Why would you buy this?"

"Yingying bought it, saying that I always bother you and must give you a gift."

The smile in Ning Yao's eyes has been lingering in Yanxia's heart, he is rejecting her.

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

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

In the wooden box are four letters.

Qian Yingying's letter.

Tears fell down uncontrollably.

She threw the rouge box into the wooden box, and the box was closed heavily.

(End of this chapter)