After being reborn as a double, she is soft and charming

Chapter 90 What a steal!
a bolt from the blue!

The girl's eyes suddenly became turbulent!
With his back turned to her, Bai Qi couldn't see the expression on her face, so he could only send his heart full of joy, along with Night Breeze, into her ears:

"This time, he can't escape."

The hem of the black clothes disappeared in an instant, and Xi Yan's entire face was hidden in the darkness, trying her best to suppress the hatred bursting out of her eyes!
In the past few days, the servant girl took turns guarding her, day and night, she couldn't find a chance to escape, so she could only toss and turn on the bed until Xi Niang appeared in the bedroom, bringing the room full of lights and festoons.

The entire mansion was filled with joy.

Xi Yan sat in the cabinet, staring blankly at herself in the mirror without makeup.

Xi Niang didn't do anything, she just looked out of the courtyard with a smile, until a group of people walked towards a bride wearing a phoenix crown and Xia Pei.

Everyone thought Xiyan couldn't see, so they just tiptoed to the courtyard, leaving her alone in the room.

The bride lifted the red hijab and looked in through the window with a mocking face, the contempt in her eyes was undisguised and unshielded.

This person is Duan Qingyang!
There was no disturbance on Xiyan's face, because she should be an obedient blind person at this time.

separated by a wall.

Outside, it is the innate glory that belongs only to noble girls.

In the room, it is the humble and unknowing deception of the low-level slaves.

Marry her Xiyan?

Oh, how could Bai Qi marry her?

Not in the past, not now, and not in the future!
However, it doesn't matter, she has long been fearless, because belated love is more humble than grass!

The suona sounded from far to near, Duan Qingyang withdrew his gaze, and covered his head again under Xi Niang's urging.

The courtyard door was pushed open, and a tall and straight figure walked into the courtyard with brisk steps.

He smiled brightly, and amidst a few deliberately low jokes, the boy knelt down in front of Duan Qingyang.

"Sister, come up, I'll marry you off my back!"

Xiyan looked on coldly, she knew that that person was Duan Yichuan's son, Duan Qingyang's younger brother, Duan Qingshan.

What a family reunion, what a lover and concubine, what a steal!
No matter what Bai Qi's plan is, Xiyan knows that she can no longer sit still and wait for death.

A group of people left the courtyard, and after a while, the maid returned to the cabinet, but at this time, there was no one in the cabinet, and a needle could be heard.

The servant girl was stunned for a long time before she roared, "Come here! Come!"

The hustle and bustle soon stopped here.

After sending Duan Qingyang away, Duan Qingshan turned back to the courtyard just now.

He looked around and sneered, "It really is as the king expected."

Seeing that the servant girl was looking at him inexplicably, he immediately raised his voice, "Come on, go to the hill by the Nanyang River and wait!"

With the scorching sun in the sky, Duan Qingshan waved his arms, and the maid tactfully exited the door.

Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he could only wipe it off with a heavy breath. When he turned around, the beautiful woman in one corner was looking at him with great interest.

A meal at the foot of Duan Qingshan!
"Literati are like this. They only focus on reading, but they forget to strengthen their bodies."

The woman sighed for a while, then took a step forward.

"You...you didn't escape? You have been hiding in the secret passage?"

Duan Qingshan took a step back and raised his arms tremblingly.

"Escape? Where are you going?" Xiyan smiled like a flower, "Escape to the bank of Nanyang River, and be caught by Bai Qi?"

"You... you actually called the king by his first name, you are offending me!"

"Are you stupid in studying?" Xiyan seemed very confused, "I am from Nanliang, how can I be regarded as a criminal?"

As she spoke, she clasped the bracelet on her wrist.

The cold light pierced through her sleeves, and her figure was as nimble as a raccoon slave. In just a moment, she knocked down this feeble scholar who had no strength to restrain a chicken.

(End of this chapter)