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

Qingyun looked at Yan Siyuan, who let her look at him without dodge at all.

Qingyun observed for a while and suddenly asked: "Where did that bunch of hair fall off just now?"

Yan Si was stunned by the question, and never expected that Qingyun would ask an irrelevant question.

Qingyun saw that Yan Siyuan didn't speak, and realized that her question was a bit direct. She touched the back of her head and smiled innocently, "I just saw that your hair hasn't changed. I'm just curious. It's okay if you don't reply."

Yan Siyuan also reacted and said: "There is nothing that cannot be returned."

He took out a strand of hair behind his ear and approached Qingyun, "That's it. I just tucked it behind my ear."

Qingyun also came closer and took a closer look. Sure enough, the strand of hair Yan Siyuan held in his hand was much shorter than the others. There is a neat cutout.

When Qingyun came closer, Yan Siyuan's expression changed. Somewhat deep, like a dark green pool, the vortex in the center began to rotate.

Yan Siyuan pursed his lips and slowly approached Qingyun. So close that his lips could touch Qingyun's hair, Yan Siyuan stopped and did not dare to get closer.

However, Qingyun lowered her head, and Yan Siyuan kissed Qingyun's forehead. His pupils dilated instantly, and the touch on his lips made him extremely awake, but he also wanted to sink.

Qingyun also felt the coolness on her forehead, and for a moment she didn't know what to do. He just froze in place, his face turned red like a cooked shrimp.

Yan Siyuan felt Qingyun's stiffness and sighed in his heart. Holding Qingyun's shoulders with both hands, he helped her sit upright.

Qingyun closed her eyes tightly and lowered her head, not daring to look at Yan Siyuan.

Seeing Qingyun like this, Yan Siyuan felt a little funny and teased her: "It's just a kiss on the forehead, what are you afraid of?".

"You are acting like a hooligan," Qingyun covered her face and sounded muffled.

"It was you who took the initiative, not me."

Qingyun's face turned redder, and even her whole neck was red. Of course she knew it was because of the moment she lowered her head. She regretted it very much now. Why was she so curious and insisted on seeing clearly.

But he still said stubbornly: "I didn't."

"Okay, okay, you didn't. Don't keep covering your face, you'll get bored."

Yan Siyuan pulled her hand away. She was already blushing, and after being depressed for so long, Qingyun felt like heat could escape from her face.

She was originally waiting for Yan Siyuan to laugh at her, but she felt a chill on her face.

Looking up, Yan Siyuan was wiping her face with a wet handkerchief. Qingyun looked at his serious look and her heart skipped a beat.

Yan Siyuan wiped her face and then picked up her hand to wipe her hands.

Qingyun quickly withdrew her hand, took the handkerchief from Yan Siyuan's hand, and wiped it carelessly, "I'll do it myself."

Yan Siyuan glanced at his empty palms, then looked at Qingyun who had already rubbed her hands red. He grabbed the veil forcefully, took Qingyun's hand, and gently scrubbed it for her.

"You don't have to be afraid of me. I won't do anything until you are old enough."

"You like me?" Qingyun looked at Yan Siyuan, her eyes full of seriousness.

Yan Siyuan kept saying "I thought you knew".

"You didn't express it clearly, so how do I know? Even if I know, it's just a guess."

"is my problem".

Yan Siyuan put away the handkerchief, looked into Qingyun's eyes seriously, and said word by word: "Qingyun, I like you, do you like me?".

Qingyun looked at him, neither hiding nor avoiding, and said clearly: "I don't like it."

Yan Siyuan was not surprised at all, smiled calmly and said: "It doesn't matter, I can slowly make you like me."

"What if I never like you for the rest of my life?".

"Then I will chase you forever."

"Yan Siyuan, life is very long, you can't possibly...".

"It's possible. A lifetime is not long, not in this life. We still have the next life, and the next life."

Before Qingyun could finish speaking, Yan Siyuan interrupted her.

Qingyun crossed her arms and said, "Feudal superstition means that people have a next life. Even if there is a next life, we won't know each other by then."

"I can visit you".

"You will forget me too."

"I don't need to drink Meng Po soup."

"Then Po Meng will beat you."

"As long as I don't forget you, beat me up."

As she spoke, Qingyun laughed and asked again: "Yan Siyuan, why don't you blame me today?"

"What's your fault?".

"It's my fault for letting all the rabbits go. You worked so hard to get those rabbits."

"But I have given them all to you, and you can do with them whatever you want."

"Don't you think I'm wasting the fruits of your labor?".

"The fruit of my labor is never the rabbit, but you. As long as you are happy, that is the greatest fruit of my labor."

"You are really a second-guessing gun," Qingyun yawned.

Yan Siyuan pulled her up and said, "Go back, it's time for you to sleep."

Qingyun was indeed sleepy. The knot in her heart was relieved and she started to feel sleepy.

The two left the bamboo forest and passed by Qingxiao's residence. Qingyun stopped.

Yan Siyuan also stopped after Qingyun and asked: "What's wrong?".

Qingyun gave him a mysterious look and said, "Follow me."

When they reappeared, the two of them were standing beside Qing Xiao's bed. Qing Xiao slept soundly, that's because Qing Yun gave Qing Xiao some ecstasy incense before coming in.

Qingyun held a brush in her hand, and Yan Siyuan held an inkstone in his hand, constantly sharpening the ink stick.

Qingyun first drew a cat's beard on Qingxiao, added some medicinal powder to the ink, and then drew panda eyes.

He was still muttering: "I want you to send someone to follow me and give you a small punishment."

Qingyun felt that if Qingxiao knew she was there, he must have arranged someone around her. She had obviously promised to remove the people, but she didn't keep her word.

Yan Siyuan looked at Qing Xiao and his handsome face was painted into a tabby cat, which was a bit miserable.

Qingyun turned around and asked Yan Siyuan, "How is my painting?"

Yan Siyuan gave Qingyun a thumbs up and said: "The painting is really good."

"Hahaha, I knew my skills were good."

Qingyun was very proud and admired her masterpiece for a while. The two of them left.

Before Yan Siyuan left, he glanced at Qing Xiao and silently mourned for him for a second.

Qingyun fell asleep and slowly fell into dreamland.

She found that she had become transparent again and was back in the modern time, now in her own home.

A small rental house was just big enough for her to live alone. It was very crowded but also very warm. Ji Nanqiu stood in front of the dining table, playing with the lunch box.

In the lunch box is a rice ball, some other side dishes, and the eggs are even made into the shape of a heart.

She is cutting seaweed with a grinder to create facial features for rice balls. Although he was obviously a handicapped person, he still used tweezers to place the small facial features on the rice ball, and the white rice ball became cute.

Ignoring the other duds on the table, this one was absolutely perfect. She happily admired her masterpiece with a sweet giggle on her face.

Qingyun, who was floating aside, smiled unconsciously and felt happy for her.