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

After swallowing the last bit of cake in her hand, Qingyun's eyes fell on another plate of cakes.

Yan Siyuan was very discerning and pushed Qingyun's favorite cake in front of her.

Qingyun got the cake she wanted, let out a sigh of satisfaction, and said casually: "So, Emperor Yan is paving the way for you. How does it feel to be pushed to a high position?".

Yan Siyuan's deep peach blossom eyes stared closely at Qingyun's movements. The white catkins held a piece of milky white pastry, and the pink fingertips were stained with some crumbs.

The white pastry was put between her red lips and teeth, and half of it was lost in an instant. The red lips were also stained with white debris.

Although she ate quickly, her movements were graceful. These pastries are also made small and exquisite, just enough for two of these pretty ladies to eat.

Yan Siyuan had to feel lucky again for the decision he had made.

It takes money to raise a group of secret guards. As an unpopular prince, it is impossible to be rich. What's more, he was on the border at that time, and he couldn't reach into the capital.

But at that time, Yan Siyuan did it and opened such a pastry shop. Therefore, Yan Siyuan was not as simple as he seemed. And now Yan Siyuan is even worse.

Yan Siyuan stared at Qingyun's movements in trance, his eyes darkened again and again, his Adam's apple moved again and again, and his eyes gradually became hot.

But the moment Qingyun turned her head to look at him, the greed in her eyes disappeared instantly, leaving only tenderness in her eyes.

Qingyun frowned, feeling something strange, and asked: "Did you hear what I just said?"

She didn't hear Yan Siyuan speak until she turned to look at him.

Yan Siyuan nodded, "I heard it, I was just thinking about how to answer."

Not finding anything unusual, Qingyun turned her head and continued eating cakes, "What's so hard to answer? Just answer whatever you think."

It started to rain lightly outside, and the rain hit the eaves and fell into the pool. The sound was crisp and slightly cool.

There were only two people in the flower hall, Qingyun and Yan Siyuan, sitting and lying on the soft couch, leaning on the soft gold pillow behind them, slowly eating the pastries in their hands.

The other one was sitting cross-legged next to the soft couch, and occasionally moved the pastries on the table to make it easier for Qingyun to take them.

Different from the cold outside, the inside of the flower hall is as warm as spring. Especially next to Qingyun, it was so warm that Yan Siyuan felt a little hot on his body and even a little dry in the mouth.

He glanced sideways at the charcoal basin placed next to him, his eyes filled with resentment.

He knew that this had nothing to do with the charcoal basin, but he couldn't bear to blame the girl in front of him.

Hearing the sweet voice of the girl in his ear, he withdrew his gaze from glaring at the charcoal basin and once again fell on the face of the person in front of him. He calmly changed from sitting cross-legged to sitting on his knees.

He replied: "He wanted me to sit in that position, but he probably also knew that his health was failing and wanted to find a replacement.

Like all ministers, I feel that I am the only option."

Qingyun nodded, not noticing Yan Siyuan's movements at all. "Yes, after all, no one except us knows that Yan Qin'ao's leg injury is healed now."

Qingyun seemed to have thought of something, and said: "That's not right. Meng Zixuan knows it, and the Meng family may also know it. With Meng Xunji's temperament, he will definitely not sit still and wait for death."

Qingyun was still analyzing what happened in the court, but she didn't know that the person in front of her could no longer hold it any longer.

Staring at the red lips that opened and closed, Yan Siyuan thought of that time in the carriage. The softness between lips and teeth seemed like yesterday, and he couldn't get enough of it. He stopped eating the bone marrow at the first taste. Every time he thinks of it, it makes him react.

But he was afraid that being too strong would scare Qingyun. From that time on, I never dared to get any closer. My mind flew to the horizon, but I didn't forget Hui Qingyun's words.

"Xue'er is right. Meng Xunji will either believe in His Majesty and become my supporter. Or he will believe in Meng Zirou and become Yan Qin'ao's man and help Yan Qin'ao get rid of me. Or he is not optimistic about either of them." .

The legs kneeling on the futon moved forward, getting closer to Qingyun. He even reached Qingyun's bedside.

Qingyun knew what he would do if neither of them were optimistic about it. Since there was no prince to succeed to the throne, who in the world wouldn't want to take a seat?

But that would be too risky, and she didn't think Meng Xunji would choose that.

Just when he was about to turn around and talk to Yan Siyuan about this, he realized that Yan Siyuan was already in front of him. She just turned her head and looked directly at Yan Siyuan.

Yan Siyuan was originally sitting on his knees, but now he straightened up. The two faced each other, less than an inch apart.

Qingyun couldn't react to the suddenly enlarged handsome face. The two of them breathed for a while, and just when Yan Siyuan was about to take action, Qingyun suddenly started to retreat.

But how could Yan Siyuan allow her to retreat? He pursed his thin lips, raised a smile, stretched out his hand to pull back someone who was about to escape, and imprisoned him in front of him.

Staring closely at the red lips that were slightly parted in surprise, Yan Siyuan's breathing became a little ragged. Their foreheads were close to Qingyun's, and they no longer concealed the desire in their eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Don't run away, just kiss her."

After saying that, without waiting for Qingyun's reaction, she kissed her directly.

First, he cleaned up the debris on her lips bit by bit. His movements were very light and gentle, as if he was tasting a delicious delicacy. He didn't want to deal with it all at once and cherished it.

But when the real lips and teeth of Qing Yun met, it gradually became fierce again. Skillfully pry open Qingyun's teeth and explore the beauty inside.

A little bit of sucking, a little bit of seduction, the tongue danced lightly with Qingyun's tongue.

The moment Qingyun was kissed, her mind went blank and she could only let Yan Siyuan manipulate her.

By the time she reacted, she was already addicted to Yan Siyuan. His head felt dizzy and his whole body felt limp. There were moans constantly coming out of her mouth, and her face turned red with embarrassment, but she couldn't bear to let go. She also enjoyed this feeling.

He responded with a twitch in his head, and Yan Siyuan started to ask for it crazily, like a golden retriever that had been rewarded, and worked even harder.

From the outside, Qingyun seemed to be bending down for a kiss, while Yan Siyuan was the recipient.

But because of Qingyun's initiative, Yan Siyuan directly turned against the guest and put one leg on the soft couch, pressing Qingyun under him. But there was still some space between their bodies. Yan Siyuan's hands were supporting him, and he couldn't bear to press the girl underneath him.

I can only kiss over and over again and ask for it again and again, not knowing what day or night it is or what is in the world.

It wasn't until the person under him had difficulty breathing that Yan Siyuan relaxed a little and touched Qingyun's forehead.