Back and forth: I brought supplies to help the impoverished prince

Late at night, when everyone had left, Qiao Shinian stood up and walked to the window.

There were very few people outside at this time. Most of them had gone home to rest. Those walking on the streets were either drunk, those looking for prostitutes, or guards patrolling the city.

Finally, she went downstairs, where Yingzhu and others had been waiting for a long time.

She looked at Yue Yu: "Are you still following?"

"Well, the prince said that protecting you doesn't just mean your safety, but also other aspects where you are restricted. With me here, they will know who you belong to." Yue Yu said.

Qiao Shinian nodded, then put on her veil: "Then come back with me."

The night breeze brought a touch of coolness, and the summer night was like a painting. The road under his feet, the breeze passing by his ears, and the smells at the tip of his nose all reconstructed the world for Qiao Shinian.

She no longer found the scene beautiful. She, who had once thought it was an ancient painting, was now the person in it.

This time of crossing was originally a tentative observation to see what I would need to bring with me next time I cross over.

She had thought of many things, but the only thing she hadn't thought of was Wen Jiu's attitude.

She thought that Wen Jiu might blame her, might ignore her, and might burst into tears when she appeared, but she never thought that Wen Jiu would accept her return so calmly and ignore her so calmly.

At this moment, she felt a little depressed and uncomfortable. Who should she talk to?

Wen Jiu no longer paid attention to her. The distance between them seemed to be just that of an acquaintance.

But...it shouldn't be like this. They've been through so much together, she's already used to having him around. No matter where she is, she knows Wen Jiu will always be by her side, so she always feels extra at ease.

Now Wen Jiu's attitude towards her is like a thorn stuck in her flesh, which is painful to pull out and painful not to pull out.

Tomorrow, I'll go talk to Wen Jiu again. It'd be best if I could bring some apology gifts. Her attitude today was indeed a bit condescending, and she shouldn't be like that.

Qiao Shinian thought that she was the one at fault and shouldn't have asked Wen Jiu to compromise and tolerate her. She was indeed always unreasonable towards Wen Jiu and always put herself in a superior position.

Yongle Palace

"My dear prince, your most loyal concubine Gan Lin is here to accompany you!" Gan Lin ran across the corridor with her skirt lifted up and came to the pavilion in the lake.

Wen Jiu put down his wine glass and looked at Gan Lin: "Sit down and drink together."

"Okay!" Gan Lin picked up the wine jug and poured himself a glass.

"Miss Qiao is back, why are you still not happy?" Gan Lin looked at Wen Jiu curiously.

Wen Jiu remained silent, staring at Gan Lin. "Do you remember what I said before?"

"What?" Gan Lin said in a cute voice, "Oh, I don't remember. My prince has so many things to do every day. He has told me dozens of things over the years."

"You remember." Wen Jiu originally wanted to explain, but after hearing the rest of the words, he simply lost the mood to count clearly.

Gan Lin shrugged and returned to normal: "Hehe, my smart and wise prince discovered it."

"You said that you and Miss Qiao are not from the same world, and I agree with you very much. After all, she really disdains your love for her and doesn't even take it to heart." Gan Lin raised his glass and clinked it with Wen Jiu's.

"Did she ever teach you the principle of 'Love yourself before loving others'? When we met today, I deliberately brought my two little kids to show affection and affection to you, but she was only surprised for a moment, then rode away resolutely.

Generally speaking, if she has the slightest attraction to you, she will show shock and sadness after being surprised.

My prince, you did say before that you would do what you should do and would not wait for her any longer. You said that you would forget her and no longer love her.

Gan Lin stood up, holding the wine jug and refilling her glass. She looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky tonight and said, "You really did it. I detected that your love for her was getting lower and lower over the years, and it was gone in the end. You did take advantage of your power and brought many women into your house."

Having said that, she turned around and stood behind Wen Jiu, then slowly leaned over and said, "But Your Majesty, did you completely forget about this yesterday?

When you ask me to match clothes for you, my love for you is overflowing.

If this continues, when will you be able to get out of her influence?"

Wen Jiu raised his hand and slapped her on the head: "Speak properly."

"Oh~" Gan Lin sat down, holding his forehead and said aggrievedly, "Why are you playing so hard? It makes my head buzz."

Wen Jiu said nothing, just poured more wine into his glass. The coldness in his eyes made Gan Lin grumble unhappily, "It was you who asked me to come here, it's not like I gave up my beauty sleep to come here and get bullied."

"I dare to offer two strategies to Your Highness." Gan Lin quickly straightened his attitude.

Wen Jiu put down his wine glass: "Which two?"

"First, the matter has already been settled. Your Highness, you slept with her directly. Of course, people like us will just treat it as if we were bitten by a dog, so your success rate is not high.

Second, stop torturing yourself. The prince is so handsome and unparalleled, what kind of woman can't he want? Let's not talk about those in our palace, even those outside, if you want a substitute, or the most beautiful woman in the world, now you can have them as long as you want.

Out of sight, out of mind. With music and dancing every day, we can finally forget her."

"Get out!" Wen Jiu put down his wine glass heavily.

"Okay, I'll leave right away." Gan Lin put down his wine glass and trotted away.

After seeing Gan Lin walk away, Wen Jiu sighed heavily. He was still hoping that Gan Lin, who was also a modern person, could give him some useful advice.

For now, let’s not talk about whether Qiao Shinian likes him or not. What he is worried about is whether Qiao Shinian will come back tomorrow.

Yes, he wanted to forget Qiao Shinian at first, and he succeeded.

The more he thought about Qiao Shinian, the calmer his mood became, until it was as still as a tranquil pond in the end.

But when Qiao Shinian really appeared in front of him again, the heart that had originally said it didn't love him began to beat wildly, and the blood in his body that had turned cold began to boil.

There was only one voice in his head: keep her, lock her up! He wanted to keep her by his side day in and day out, not allowing her to even think of leaving.

The remaining rationality poured cold water on that crazy idea.

She cannot be imprisoned. When the time comes, she will leave. If he really does such a thing, he may never see her again in his life.

Or, he could threaten her with her people and force her to submit.

For example, the crimes of Jiao Xue and others are punishable by the execution of nine generations of their clan, so those people in Xingzhou and the Cao family are all subject to death.

How about doing this?

But... it seems a little late. What if she doesn't come back tomorrow?

Wen Jiu became even more annoyed!

Why didn't Qiao Shinian like him? What was wrong with him?

Not bad looking! Not bad height! And now he has power and status too!

Trouble trouble trouble!

That Gan Lin is completely useless! Why can't her system exchange for a love-at-first-sight potion?

Or maybe some potion that could make one person obsessed with another, but she had none of that.

Thinking of what Gan Lin had just said, Wen Jiu stood up and walked towards the study.

Indeed, Qiao Shinian doesn't care about his private life.

Instead of feeling sad now, it’s better to deal with more things.

Forget it, slowly, you will forget it.

I am so stupid during the day!

Wen Jiu once again secretly made up his mind not to let himself be affected by his emotions.

If you don’t love him, then don’t love him. He is the world-famous Prince Yongle, and there are countless women who want to marry him.

Gan Lin was right, he should love himself first. Why did he have to be obsessed with Qiao Shinian all the time when she didn't care about him at all?

He never wanted to like her again! This heartless woman!

Wen Jiu clenched his fists and reaffirmed his resolve.

It didn't matter whether he came back or not. He was used to being alone. He had gotten used to being alone when he was lying on the wooden board waiting to die in that plague-ridden city.

The book said that the path to becoming a king is lonely. It didn't matter, he could endure it, just pretend that Qiao Shinian had never been to his world.

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When he opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling and an unfamiliar environment. Qiao Shinian was stunned for a few seconds before he remembered that he had gone abroad.

She looked at the time on both watches. It should be 7:50 in the morning in China, but it was already evening abroad.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Qiao Shinian became alert. She looked at the bedside, picked up the dinner knife and walked to the door.

"It's me, your Uncle John." The Chinese of the outsider sounds quite good at first glance, but if you listen carefully, you can hear the vague tone unique to a foreigner who doesn't speak Chinese very well.

Qiao Shinian opened the door and greeted with a smile: "Hi, Uncle John." Qiao Shinian put his hands behind his back.

John obviously knew what Qiao Shinian was holding. He laughed and patted Qiao Shinian on the shoulder: "Oh no, a weak oriental girl like you can't hold a knife. You need this."

As he spoke, he opened his suit and took out the pistol on his waistband: "Joe and I are brothers made of iron. His daughter is my daughter. You need this. Do you know how to use it?"

It was a small Beretta 950 pocket pistol, and the pair of fleshy hands demonstrated it to Qiao Shinian.

"clear?"

"Yeah." Qiao Shinian took the gun and looked at John, smiling and saying to the bearded uncle, "We can municate in English."

"Nonono." John waved his hand and insisted on speaking Chinese: "In a few years, I will go to your place to live a life without working, so I need to prepare in advance to speak Chinese fluently.

Joe and I have agreed that when the time comes, we can live together.

Your mother is a beautiful woman, and my wife is also a beautiful woman. They can be free and go for a walk on dates at night.

My son and daughter are the same height as you, and you are the same age, so you can be as good friends as me and Joe, you understand?"

"I understand." Qiao Shinian nodded.

"I have prepared what you need. My other friends will take you to a new place. They don't know what our cargo is. So, don't worry, it's safe. I will pick you up at this time tomorrow." John looked at Qiao Shinian and confirmed the process with her.

Qiao Shinian nodded to show that he knew.

After riding in John's pickup truck for half an hour, Qiao Shinian saw another van pickup truck.

After John got out of the car and spoke to the driver for a few words, he patted Qiao Shinian on the back and said, "Go ahead, crazy girl. Be careful. I've written instructions on each one."

"Okay, thank you Uncle John, see you tomorrow." Qiao Shinian got on the pickup truck and arrived at a somewhat dilapidated house after a shaking ride.

The driver just silently moved the things out of the car and then moved them upstairs.

Then he said something quickly to Qiao Shinian and left.

Looking at the empty house, Qiao Shinian leaned over to look at the car that had already left.

Then he locked the door and went upstairs.

This time we didn't bring much stuff, just three suitcases and a large handbag.

She looked at the sky outside and saw that it was already dark. It was twelve o'clock noon in China. She took out her cell phone and sent a message to the group of her new group.

"Arrived safely, I'm fine." This group was a small group shared by Mo Feibai, her, and Yu Qingyu.

She also wanted to send Mo Feibai a private message about what Yue Yu had said to her, but after thinking about it, she decided not to send it out and would wait until later.

At this point, she needs to find a teacher to carefully analyze Wen Jiu's behavior, and then post a message to see the opinions of many netizens.

After thinking about it, she raised the reward for the post to 800 per answer, and once the answer was adopted, the payment would be automatically paid to the netizen who answered.