This villain has become a ghost

Nangong Wanqing raised her hand and gently flicked her head, saying helplessly: "...You also know it's a risk. So how could we let you go alone?"

After a pause, she continued with a half-smile, "You thought you were acting in a TV series, but you're still doing these cheesy things. Let's go."

Yue Liuyun: “…”

Yue Liuyun suddenly burst into laughter.

Sister, you are too straightforward.

Qiu Shuangwan's stomach was still churning, her face pale, but she struggled to say, "...I second the motion."

"Then Master, please drive the boat. We'll go together," Yue Liuyun finally chose to compromise, and emphasized each word, "...Master, please hurry up."

"Okay, ladies, please take a seat!"

The boat sails on the river, and the water ripples.

Qiu Shuangwan's complexion finally looked better.

He thought for a while and said:

"I have a question, but I don't know whether I should ask it or not."

"What?" Yue Liuyun said.

Nangong Wanqing: "Stop all this fancy talk, just say what you want to say."

"If all goes well, Yue Liuyun will come to Wuzhou as the newly crowned top scholar and a court official. Then what about the two of us?" Qiu Shuangwan lowered her voice and said, "... One is the eldest princess who should have been imprisoned in the Sky Prison, and the other is the virtuous concubine who should have been in the palace..."

The main character is someone who doesn't play by the rules and doesn't stay where he should be.

Nangong Wanqing waved her hand and said with a smile, "...That's not difficult. We can just make up a fake identity for ourselves."

She looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and said in a pretentious tone, "...I remember someone else had a nickname called 'Yue Yunpeng'. Why don't we just imitate her?"

Qiu Shuangwan: "Puff——"

Yue Liuyun: “…”

Who is this at this point?

Yue Liuyun suddenly remembered something and said helplessly, "Why bother, sisters..."

"I'm a freelancer, so I'm using my real name, but you two are both transmigrated souls," she continued, "...don't you still have your own true identities?"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Wanqing and Qiu Shuangwan seemed stunned for a few seconds.

Yes.

They were so immersed in their roles that they almost forgot that they were not the eldest princess and the virtuous concubine, nor were they Nangong Wanqing and Qiu Shuangwan.

After a long silence, Nangong Wanqing's face suddenly smiled, but there was a barely perceptible bitterness in her smile.

She said, "I almost forgot, my surname isn't Nangong."

She has been in this world for too long, so long that... she almost forgot who she was.

Even... in the book called "Records of the Great Ying" that Yue Liuyun had read, the "Nangong Wanqing" was her.

No one knows what the real Nangong Wanqing is like. She wanders in this world, as if she has really become her.

But actually... her last name is not "Nangong".

Her last name is "Zhong".

"My name is Zhong Wanqing."

As the name spilled from her lips, she felt as if she were in another world, her eyes dimmed and her nose felt sore.

Yue Liuyun patted her shoulder gently to comfort her.

Will go home.

Just go home.

Nangong Wanqing looked up at her, understood what she meant, nodded slightly, and gave her a faint smile.

Qiu Shuangwan: “…”

Their names are pretty normal.

Qiu Shuangwan: "...Well, why don't I just make up a fake name."

-

The military camp was surrounded by tall earthen walls with arrow slits on top. In the distance came the hollow sound of wind whistling, making noises all around.

Nangong Mingzhu and Nangong Qianshang patrolled the training grounds, barracks, stables, warehouses and other areas together, and finally came to the training grounds.

With flags waving and drums beating, the soldiers are undergoing intensive training, practicing with swords, spears, swords and halberds, or rehearsing battle formations.

Nangong Mingzhu stood with his hands behind his back, his figure almost blending into the darkness.

Tomorrow I will lead the army to Wancheng.

Nangong Qianshang stared at him and asked, "...Royal brother, are you sure this time?"

Nangong Mingzhu said: "No."

Nangong Qianshang: “?”

Are you serious?

Is this all gone?

Nangong Mingzhu chuckled softly. His expression could not be seen in the dark night, and only his lazy voice could be heard.

"It's just a joke, don't take it too seriously, my royal brother."

Nangong Qianshang: “…”

Nangong Qianshang sighed deeply and said, "...Actually, my royal brother, there's no need to risk your life. I've been to the border before and I believe I'm capable of leading an army. I can also ask to go to Yizhou..."

Nangong Mingzhu said lazily:

"Danger? I now feel that Dongdu is the most dangerous."

Nangong Qianshang: “…”

Nangong Qianshang asked, "...So that's why you let me stay in the Eastern Capital to supervise the country?"

"That's right," Nangong Mingzhu snapped his fingers and said slowly, "That's the truth."

Nangong Qianshang: “…”

It was late at night, and a cold wind suddenly blew. Dark clouds seemed to gather in the heavy night, and a damp and slightly cool breath condensed in the air.

When he walked into the tent, Nangong Mingzhu's fingertips touched the cold armor.

He gradually calmed down and whispered:

"Thousands of sorrows."

Nangong Qianshang was stunned.

Nangong Mingzhu had always been wary of him and was cautious, and only in the past few years had he slowly begun to trust him. Nangong Mingzhu seemed to have never called him so intimately before.

He said:

“…This time, we’re going to win.”

Nangong Qianshang caught the words keenly.

This time?

Although he was puzzled, he did not ask any more questions. Instead, he looked back at Nangong Mingzhu and said solemnly:

"I will do my best."

Nangong Mingzhu stared at him for a long while, then took out a brocade bag from his bosom and handed it to Nangong Qianshang, saying:

"I have placed a few chess pieces in the Eastern Capital. If necessary, I will open the treasure bag and perhaps help you break the deadlock."

Nangong Qianshang: “…”

Nangong Qianshang's peach blossom eyes flashed with a hint of amusement, and he said helplessly: "...Royal brother, can't you just tell me clearly?"

You must have read too many storybooks to use this trick.

Nangong Mingzhu seemed to have thought of something and chuckled softly, but when he looked up, his expression was complicated, just like the cool night outside and the damp and cold feeling before the rain came.

A girl once told him jokingly during a chat that although this way of playing is pretentious, it is very cool.

Outside the tent, the distant mountains were shrouded in dark clouds, their outlines becoming blurred. The mountain wind whistled past, and the flags fluttered in the wind.

Lightning flashed in the clouds, and thunder could be heard faintly in the sky, dull and distant.

Rain is coming.

At this time, the curtain was lifted, the lights flickered a few times, and Ling Chaomian was dressed in white and holding an umbrella in his hand.

He said, "Your Highness, it's going to rain soon. You should return to the palace."

Nangong Mingzhu will set off tomorrow and will rest in the camp tonight, but Nangong Qianshang will temporarily take over as regent as there are still a lot of matters waiting for him to deal with in the palace.