The Journey of a Pseudo-Art Woman

Chapter 137 Chapter 120 Three, it turned out that I was just a substitute
Yunran put down the rice paper, flipped through the book and glanced at it casually, and saw Leng Jingyan's font on it, as if writing a diary, densely written page by page, and there was still a signing time below .

—I was scolded by my father again today, and my brothers didn’t want to play with me. My mother wanted to give me some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, but she was also stopped by Madam Liu...

——A little sister came to the house, she has two lovely dimples when she smiles, she is sweet, she always calls me by my brother, finally someone, no longer calls me a wimpy one at a time, it’s so good...

——She smiled and said that I would grow up with her all the time. Seeing her like this, I really want to protect her for the rest of my life. I want to become stronger so that no one dares to bully her!
Yunran read a few pages, which were all written by Leng Jingyan when she was a child. The lines between the lines were full of doting on her cousin. She wanted to close it, but she couldn't stop in her heart.

—I told her, Jiang'er, I will marry you when I grow up, her face was blushing, I thought she would not agree, but unexpectedly she smiled and nodded, she is the best girl in the world...

The best girl in the world, this sentence is familiar to her, and Leng Jingyan has also said it to her, but it is very sad to hear it now.

Thinking of the jade flute he carried with him, and the inexplicable gaze he had when he first saw her, as if looking at another person through her body...

The reason why he saved himself from the cliff was probably because he looked somewhat similar to that her.

It's her who is passionate, multi-minded, and delusional...

Yunran only felt a sore heart and hot eyes. She raised her head and paused for a while, only to feel a little better.

Dye'er, we'll get married when I get home.

How ironic.

—Why is God so ruthless, taking her away from me, why, why!
When Leng Jingyan wrote these few lines, his handwriting was scrawled and pierced through the back of the paper, and he could see his inner feelings at that time, unwillingness and resentment.

Presumably, he also cherishes his cousin very much.

Yunran smiled wryly.

——Jiang'er, whenever I see her, I think of you. It would be great if you were still by my side.

Yunran's chest hurts and she can't breathe, she's just a stand-in, that's all!

If this is just a game played by Leng Jingyan, then she lost, completely lost...

She threw down the book and rushed out without looking back...

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In Longxi City, on the third floor of Guilai Inn, Leng Jingyan was lazily lying in front of the window drinking tea.

Compared with his leisurely, Ah Fei seemed restless.

He frowned and said angrily, "I'm still in the mood to drink tea right now."

Leng Jingyan looked up at him, didn't speak, just smiled and took the tea cover and slowly stirred the floating tea leaves on the teacup.

Ah Fei became more and more impatient. According to his temperament, if others treated him like this, he would have raised his fist and swung it over!

However, the person opposite is him, Leng Jingyan.

He was obviously in a hurry, but he acted like a normal person, so angry that his lungs hurt.

"I have my own arrangements." Leng Jingyan knew that he was worried about himself, but this time he came here with full confidence.

"The old thing only let you enter the palace alone, saying it was to cleanse the dust for you. To put it bluntly, it was a Hongmen banquet. At that time, what can I do alone?" Ah Fei was really anxious, and Leng Jingyan went to learn martial arts with him , so many years of love, has long been like brothers and sisters.

Why do you want to watch him take risks, but you and Weiming can't help at all.

"I have my own calculations. You and Weiming just need to wait outside the city for me to come out." Leng Jingyan raised his eyebrows confidently.

This time, it was not his Hongmen banquet, but the Sima clan.

This time, he wanted to solve all his worries and give Yunran a stable home.

Thinking of this, his heart softened...

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In the west of the city, the mighty general's mansion, North Minhang paces in the room.

The stern face looked even more profound against the black clothes.

He is the only eldest son of the mighty general Bei Siming and the nephew of Bei Siru. Although Bei Siming has been named the mighty general, in fact the military power is in the hands of his son.

In his twenties, he is in charge of most of the military power in Ruiguo. He envies many courtiers, but envy is nothing but envy. Who is to say that there is no noble concubine who can pamper the harem in other families?
The attendants at the side were flustered by his pacing up and down. After a long time, Beiminhang stopped.

Walking to the desk, he picked up a pen and paper, flicked a few strokes, dried the ink, carefully folded it, and handed it to the attendant at the side.

"Take this to Guilai Inn." The voice was cold and unable to distinguish between emotions and anger.

"Yes." The attendant replied respectfully. He had sent many replies to Guilai Inn, but he had never seen who the recipient was.

Every time, he put the letter in a box at the corner of the third floor of the inn and turned around.

"Be careful this time." Bei Minhang's voice sounded again.

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)