Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

Helping Mo Linghuai sit down, Qingyun said: "How can it be so serious? After such a long time, my daughter is almost fine. She can still help my mother with some things. What's more, it's my cousin's wedding, and my daughter also wants to help with something. ".

"It's enough if you have this heart, just leave it to your mother."

Mo Linghuai pulled Mo Jingchun over again, "Don't blame yourself. Your mother can't come. Since you are getting married in the Prime Minister's Mansion, I will naturally take care of it."

Mo Jingchun was deeply moved and nestled next to Mo Linghuai.

Qingyun leaned on Mo Linghuai's shoulder and said, "Mom, what's going on with that Aunt Liao? Why haven't you seen my daughter before?"

"That's because my mother found a dowry nun for Lan Ru, but she was just a cheater. She must have taken something from the prime minister's house just now, and because of a guilty conscience, she wanted to leave quickly, so she almost hit Xue'er."

"That's it, mother, then leave this matter to your daughter, and she and her cousin will pick it up together."

Mo Linghuai was a little reluctant, and she was really afraid of causing trouble to Qingyun. She had had a headache in the past few days because of this matter, but seeing Qingyun say so, she gave it up.

"Okay, you pick together, you can always pick a good one."

This matter fell on Qingyun.

Qingyun had dinner in the main courtyard and walked side by side with Qingxiao on the way back.

"What does Emperor Yan mean? Should he protect me, the eldest princess, or not?" Qingyun asked in a deep voice.

"Guarantee, how can you not guarantee it? Not to mention that he refuted many attempts to impeach you from the beginning, but after dad's misfortune, he still wants to guarantee it even if he doesn't."

Qing Xiao's eyes flashed slightly, Emperor Yan was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. He had no other choice but to hug Qing Yun hard.

Qingyun sighed, "It's really hard for my father to have to cry like that."

"Don't say that. I'm so happy that dad can help you. How can you make it difficult for him?"

Qingyun smiled, "That's right. The people outside have your contribution, right?"

Although it is a question, the tone is affirmative. No matter how grateful those people were to Qingyun, they couldn't do that.

Qing Xiao gave a cold smile, "They should have done this. You saved their lives, and it can't be in vain. Otherwise, it doesn't matter if they die."

Qingyun said nothing. She was a little angry and dissatisfied with the people's previous attitude, but she didn't expect Qing Xiao to be even more angry than her.

We were speechless all the way to Liangchen Garden. Only then did Qingyun realize that Qingxiao had also followed.

Just when I was about to ask him if there was anything else, I saw him looking straight in one direction. Following his line of sight, Qingyun's eyes fell on Yan Siyuan on the roof.

He was sitting and lying on the ridge of the roof, dressed in mysterious clothes like ink, and seemed to be invisible in the dark night. There was no expression on his face, he was calm and composed, but also had a lazy and casual feeling.

Qing Xiao didn't have a good expression anymore and walked to the stone table to sit down. After taking a look at Yan Siyuan, Yan Siyuan jumped down and sat opposite Qing Xiao.

Qingyun looked at the unruly two people sitting opposite each other. She was a little surprised and sat in the middle of the two people.

Qing Xiao was the first to say, "Among those common people, are you one of them?" with a definite tone.

"Yes, but you also have a lot of people."

Yan Siyuan admitted frankly, poured a cup of hot tea in his hand, and pushed it in front of Qingyun.

Qingyun looked at the steaming tea in front of her and said nothing.

Qing Xiao was disdainful and taunted, "Oh, I haven't congratulated you on your beautiful daughter yet."

Yan Siyuan frowned slightly and said, "I will solve this matter. I will not marry her."

"Do you think His Majesty will agree? No matter how much he owes you, he will never favor you when weighing the court."

The Qing family was too powerful, and Emperor Yan wanted to suppress it. Once the power of the Prime Minister's Palace was reached, the Qing family would not let go. Emperor Yan wanted to take it back without even a reason. Then his only way is to promote the Meng family.

This is the reason why Mencius was granted the title of Rou, but this is not enough. And it is enough for Meng Zihan to marry Yan Siyuan.

Of course Yan Siyuan understands this truth, but it is absolutely impossible for him to marry Meng Zihan.

He raised his eyes and looked at Qingyun, "Don't worry, Xueer, I will come to marry you soon."

Qingyun paused while drinking tea, blew in the hot air, and took a sip of tea. The gentle and refreshing taste spread in her mouth, Qingyun did not answer Yan Siyuan's words.

"Whether Xueer will marry you or not is not up to you. You cause trouble for Xueer every day."

After saying that, Qing Xiao left, looking angry.

But Qingyun understood that he was leaving time for the two of them to be alone.

Yan Siyuan looked at Qingyun again, trying to see anger or dissatisfaction on her face. But no, her face was indifferent, as if she was not interested in what was happening in front of her.

He sighed in his heart and moved closer to Qingyun. "Xue'er, can you blame me?"

Qingyun put down the tea cup and looked at the divine face so close in front of her, she was lost for a moment. After reacting, his face was a little red.

"It's not your fault, why should I blame you?"

Yan Siyuan curled his lips and said, "Okay, I will go and ask Your Majesty to cancel the engagement tomorrow."

"Your Majesty will not agree," Qingyun affirmed.

"Then find a reason why he has to agree."

Yan Siyuan spoke calmly, since Emperor Yan is so unworkable, then he must take action from Meng Zihan.

Knowing that Yan Siyuan had his own ideas, Qingyun didn't say anything else. Just watching him fill the teacup he had just put down and put it into his mouth, his expression was a little chapped.

"There is no shortage of tea cups in Liangchen Garden," Qingyun Shitu reminded.

"I know, but I just like this one".

He poured another glass of water and pushed it in front of Qingyun, looking at Qingyun eagerly, as if waiting for him to drink the water.

Qingyun avoided his eyes and pushed the tea cup aside, "I'm not thirsty, you can drink it yourself."

Yan Siyuan was not angry at all and actually drank all the water in the teacup.

On the second day, the news spread that His Majesty the Ninth Prince asked His Majesty to cancel the engagement, which made His Majesty furious and made him kneel in front of the imperial study.

Everyone was sighing, some were surprised, some were gloating, some were adding insult to injury, and of course there were some who were watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

When Qingyun learned the news, she was giving Yan Qin'ao the last acupuncture. When Xia Chan told her the news, the silver needle in her hand trembled.

Yan Qin'ao, who was in pain, turned even paler, took a breath, and couldn't help complaining: "Even if you are worried about Yan Siyuan, you can't take it out on me."

Qingyun raised her eyes and glanced at his pale face and said "I'm sorry."

This was the last acupuncture, and Yan Qin'ao's pain had completely recovered. Each silver needle went straight into the bone marrow, which was extremely painful.

Before, it was because he had no feeling in his legs that he felt relaxed and fine. But now the pain has completely recovered, and every acupuncture is no better than Ling Chi.

Qingyun's trembling really made him worse.

Murong Yao looked very unhappy and glared at Qingyun, "Can't you do the acupuncture properly? It's not you who's in pain."