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

Everything was silent, insects and fireflies were flying, and the moonlight was pale. The stars were twinkling, as if there was a party going on.

With this moonlight, it looks like tomorrow will be a sunny day.

Yan Siyuan was sitting on the roof of Qingyun's house, his long legs stretched out casually. Holding the jade flute in his hand, he shook it carelessly a few times.

The eyebrows and eyes seem to be a blend of evil spirit and fairy spirit, and there is a sense of laziness in the beauty.

He picked up the jade flute and played it slowly. The clear sound spread far and made people feel calm.

Yan Siyuan blew for a while, but there was no response in the room. He jumped off the roof and went to the window.

With a slight push, the window opened, and he rolled over. The room was darker, without any lighting. It was eerily quiet, not even the sound of human breathing.

Yan Siyuan paused for a while before confirming that Qingyun was not there. It was midnight and she was not in the room, so where could she be?

Yan Siyuan frowned, feeling worried and anxious for a moment. The secret guards around Qingyun were removed, and he could not know where she was at any time.

He flew up to the roof again and looked around. Decided to look for it myself first.

The figure shuttled back and forth in the Autumn Hunting Palace like a ghost, rising and falling. The speed is so fast that afterimages appear, and the sound is as soft as falling leaves returning to their roots.

Until Yan Siyuan searched the entire palace, no trace of Qingyun was found. At this time, he was a little anxious, fearing that Qingyun would be in danger.

Arriving at Qingxiao's yard, he climbed in through the window again. As soon as his feet touched the ground, a silver needle was shot at Yan Siyuan.

Yan Siyuan ducked away and looked at Qing Xiao sitting on the bed, "It's me", indicating his identity.

Qing Xiao shot out another silver needle with his backhand, "You are the one who will be stabbed."

Yan Siyuan dodged the silver needle again. He quickly rushed to Qingxiao's bed, grabbed Qingxiao's wrists with both hands, and pressed him down on the bed.

Qing Xiao couldn't move his hands anymore and started kicking. As soon as he raised his leg, Yan Siyuan pinned him down with his knee. Now Qing Xiao couldn't move his whole body.

"Stop making trouble, Xue'er is gone," Yan Siyuan said anxiously, pressing down on Qing Xiao.

Qing Xiao tried to use his internal force to push Yan Siyuan away, but Yan Siyuan remained motionless and said helplessly: "Let go of me first, I know where Xue'er is."

When Yan Siyuan saw that Qing Xiao was not anxious at all, he knew that he was not lying. But she was afraid of betraying her promise if she let him go, so she looked at him with suspicion.

Qing Xiao had no choice but to promise: "Don't worry, I won't lie to you."

Yan Siyuan still didn't believe it and remained motionless.

Qing Xiao could only use his big move, "If I lie to you, I won't be able to get a wife even under this quilt."

Only then did Yan Siyuan let go of him, and at the same time he admired him a little. He dared to swear on Lin Ruochu and was not afraid of Lin Ruochu's anger.

Qing Xiao was finally free, got up and got out of bed, rubbed his wrists, which were already red from Yan Siyuan's scratches.

I couldn't help but complain about "their hands are so strong".

Yan Siyuan touched his nose. He felt that Qing Xiao looked like a little girl, so pretentious.

"Tell me where is Xueer?".

"Why are you so anxious?" Qing Xiao looked calm behind his hands.

Then he came closer to Yan Siyuan, stared at him, and asked: "Tell me first, why are you looking for Xue'er?".

Yan Siyuan took a step back, stayed away from Qing Xiao, and said, "This is none of your business."

"Really? You came to see my sister in the middle of the night and you said it was none of my business?"

"I can tell her what you swore on Lin Ruochu."

"You... good boy, you are so arrogant," Qing Xiao pointed at Yan Siyuan and said through gritted teeth.

"Chengyiyiyi", Yan Siyuan clasped his fists, as if Qingxiao was praising him.

Qing Xiao was so angry that he didn't want to see Yan Siyuan at all now.

He pointed to the mountain behind and said, "Xue'er is in the bamboo forest in the mountain behind. You can go there by yourself."

When he turned around again, Yan Siyuan was gone. Qing Xiao was so angry that he punched the table.

Yan Siyuan flew to the back mountain and found a bamboo forest. Bamboo is tall and dense. The wind blew by, making a rustling sound.

Entering the bamboo forest, Yan Siyuan held his ground and felt it carefully with his senses.

In addition to the sound of wind blowing leaves, there is also the sound of swords cutting through the air. Following the sound, I finally saw Qingyun.

Yan Siyuan jumped onto a bamboo and collided with Xia Chan who was protecting Qingyun.

The two of them stared at each other for a while. Xia Chan was about to call Qing Yun, but Xizhu covered her mouth. Yan Siyuan made a silent gesture to her, Xia Chan nodded, and Xizhu let her go.

As soon as she let go of Xia Chan, Xia Chan was about to shout, but before she could open her mouth, Xizhu knocked her unconscious.

Yan Siyuan gave him a complaining look and motioned for him to take Xia Chan away, and Xia Chan was taken away by Xizhu.

Yan Siyuan looked at Qingyun below, who was practicing her sword.

The long sword flew in his hand, his wrist turned the hilt, and the sword also started to turn. The sword spits out messages like a white snake, hisses through the wind, and shuttles like a dragon, walking around.

Sometimes it is as light as a swallow, sometimes it is as sudden as lightning. The fallen leaves on the ground were rolled up and fluttered down one after another. The white sword light cut through a perfect arc, and the fallen leaves around him instantly split into two halves.

Just when Yan Siyuan was intoxicated by Qingyun's figure, a sword light flashed, and Qingyun shot out the long sword, crossing Yan Siyuan's face, and a few strands of black hair slowly fell down.

Yan Siyuan didn't even make a move to dodge. Even though he was awake at that time, he still didn't move at all.

Qingyun looked at the green hair falling on the ground, then raised her head and said, "Why don't you come down yet?"

Yan Siyuan landed, with unabashed amazement and obsession in his eyes, as if Qing Yun was looking at a treasure.

Qingyun tilted her head, took the sword that Qingyi had retrieved, avoided Yan Siyuan's eyes, and asked, "Who told you I was here?"

Yan Siyuan's eyes followed Qingyun, "I found it myself."

Qingyun turned around and looked at him, "Are you lying to me?".

Yan Siyuan immediately changed his words, "Qing Xiao told me."

"It's impossible, my eldest brother doesn't know that I know martial arts."

"I don't know that."

Yan Siyuan kept looking straight at her, which made Qingyun a little unbearable and said, "Can you please stop looking at me like this?"

Yan Siyuan smiled and saw that Qingyun's eyes did not change, "But, I can't help it."

Qingyun walked to the side and sat down, picked up the kettle and took a sip of water. She looked at Yan Siyuan and said, "I'm not gold. I can't help it."

Yan Siyuan followed Qingyun, walked to her and sat down next to her, "In my eyes, you are more valuable than gold."

"So what, didn't you also watch Meng Zirou dance today?"

She saw that when Meng Zirou was "seduce" him, he was also looking at Meng Zirou.

She was a little unhappy at that time, but she didn't even notice it, but now she couldn't help but want to say it out. She didn't dare to look at Yan Siyuan, her eyes were darting wildly, and her tone was a little sour.

Yan Siyuan couldn't help but snicker, his eyes narrowed in laughter, and he said: "You are jealous." It's an affirmative tone.

"I'm not jealous. I'm just saying that I can't be the only one in your sight." Qingyun refused to admit it.

"They were all angry, and they said they were not jealous."

"If I say no, I mean no," Qingyun said shamelessly.

"Okay, okay, you have the final say." The tone was full of indulgence.

Turning around to face Qingyun, she knelt down on one knee and said in a gentle voice: "I paid attention to her, but I only glanced at her because she was too annoying, really."

Yan Siyuan said it solemnly, and it was obviously just one sentence. Qingyun could not believe it, but it was this sentence that made her feel a lot better.

It worked better than the sword she had practiced for so long just now. It is undeniable that she went out to practice swordplay in the middle of the night just because she was feeling unhappy.