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

Returning to Liangchen Garden again, Yan Siyuan was still there. He was lying on the swing with his eyes closed. The swing is swinging slowly.

Qingyun approached the swing gently. As she got closer, the swing slowed down.

Qingyun stood next to him, looking down at him. Unknowingly, I was fascinated by it.

It is well known that Yan Siyuan is good-looking, otherwise it would not have been possible for her to chase him for so many years.

He's so good-looking that he's stunning at first glance. And people who look better and better the more they look at them, can be said to be fed by God.

She also joked about letting him enter the entertainment industry, but he just laughed it off and said nothing.

Even now, he is still a handsome young man in ancient costume, especially his eyebrows, which are easy to get addicted to.

Qingyun unconsciously stretched out her hand, only to be startled when it touched his eyebrows, and hurriedly took her hand back.

Unconsciously, he remembered that he had told people indifferently that he didn't like others to touch him. But he seemed to tolerate Li Wenyao countless times. Thinking of this, Qingyun became angry.

He said out loud: "Liar".

But she had forgotten that the two of them had had countless contacts, both in the past and now. To her, Yan Siyuan was truly tolerant and even indulgent.

Yan Siyuan, who pretended to be asleep, was a little helpless, wondering where he had lied to her again. At least in this life, he hasn't lied to her about anything.

He woke up when Qingyun first entered the yard. Waiting for her to get closer to him, his heartbeat also accelerated a little bit.

He even slowed down the swing so that she could have a good look at him. It was fine at first, but I don't know what's wrong now.

Yan Siyuan opened his eyes helplessly. Qingyun saw him open his eyes, snorted at him, turned around and crossed his chest.

Yan Siyuan laughed and stood up. Pulling her to sit on the swing, "But the Chu family is in trouble?".

When the Chu family came just now, he saw the whole process in a deserted place. Although He Qianqian is smart and has temporarily cleared herself up with Chu Xionghui, she has not yet used this smartness on Qingyun. It didn't bring much trouble to Qingyun.

But he didn't seem to have done anything wrong. He really didn't understand why Qingyun was angry.

Qingyun sat on the swing, tilting her head and not looking at him, "No."

Yan Siyuan scratched his head, a little at a loss, "Then why did I make Xueer angry?"

Qingyun turned her head to look at him, and Yan Siyuan was sure that it was his problem. Qingyun rolled her big round eyes and smiled: "I suddenly want to eat Zhai Ji's pastries."

Yan Siyuan chuckled "Okay".

He wanted to reach out and touch Yun's head, but Qingyun avoided him. His hand froze for a moment, then he clenched it into a fist and took it back.

Still gentle, "Wait until I come back." After saying that, he left.

Qingyun looked at his disappearing back and thought about the relationship between the two of them during the past year. Come to a conclusion: Yan Siyuan is sick.

After thinking about it, I lay comfortably on the swing. Called Dongxue to help her push the swing. Looking at the yellowish wicker, I slowly closed my eyes.

When Yan Siyuan came back, Qingyun was already asleep. He did not wake up Qingyun, but placed the cake on the stone table and opened it slowly.

The aroma of the pastries soon spread out, and the rich aroma made greedy people drool. Qingyun's stomach growled, she rubbed her eyes and rushed to the cake.

He wanted to take it, but Yan Siyuan knocked it away. Qingyun stared at the cakes aggrievedly and rubbed the back of her hands.

Yan Siyuan moved the pastry to the plate and said, "It's too hot, wait a minute."

The pastry was steaming. Yan Siyuan picked up a piece with a brocade handkerchief, blew on it, and handed it to Qingyun.

Qingyun took it and wanted to finish it in one gulp. Glancing at Yan Siyuan who was staring at her, he carefully took a small bite.

Yan Siyuan nodded with satisfaction and went to open other pastries. Qingyun took advantage of him to turn around, ate the pastry in her hand, and quickly took another piece.

Yan Siyuan raised his hand to pour a glass of water and handed it to Qingyun, "Be careful not to choke."

Although he was opening pastries, his attention was still on Qingyun. Of course I saw her little moves.

Qingyun smiled innocently and served the pastries with tea. Qingyun was eating pastries when she suddenly thought of a question and slowed down her eating of pastries.

"Have you found out who dug my grave?".

"I found it, but the result was a bit unexpected."

"Accident? Could it be someone around me who did it?"

"Yes and no".

"Okay, stop being so pretentious and tell me."

"It's Shen Lingfei."

Bang, the pastry in Qingyun's hand fell back onto the plate, and she said in shock: "Are you sure it's Shen Lingfei?".

She suspected that Yan Siyuan had made a mistake in checking. How could Shen Lingfei follow her and dig her grave.

"It was Shen Lingfei, and he did it himself. But he probably didn't follow you intentionally, but happened to see it."

Qingyun instantly remembered something. On the day her grave was dug, Shen Lingfei sent someone to deliver a lot of bamboo shoots and wild vegetables. She seemed to have seen those wild vegetables in that forest.

Qingyun was speechless. If Shen Lingfei really saw her while digging wild vegetables, he might have followed her to find her grave.

Out of curiosity and concern for her, Shen Lingfei would definitely dig it out to see what was inside.

Put it this way, everything makes sense. If anyone would never betray her, Shen Lingfei would definitely be one.

Although the two usually cheat on each other, in other aspects, their trust in each other is directly increased.

Yan Siyuan bought a lot of pastries, and Qingyun ate a lot of each one, feeding herself with pastries.

She had eaten less during dinner, and Mo Linghuai asked her if she felt uncomfortable. She could only say that she ate too many pastries and couldn't eat anymore. Mo Linghuai didn't blame her, he just asked her to eat less in the future.

The sky was full of stars twinkling, Qingyun lay contentedly on the swing, Dongxue gently helped her push the swing.

Qingyun kept her eyes open, looking at the dark night through the cracks in the trees. It was very quiet in the air, except for the sound of Dongxue pushing the swing.

Suddenly the wind picked up and a black shadow flashed across the willow tree. Qingyun narrowed her eyes. Listen carefully to what's going on around you. Then I heard the tiles on the roof move.

Turning her head to look, another black shadow flashed past and jumped onto the willow tree. Qingyun turned around to look at the willow tree again, and the black shadow flashed away again.

Dongxue looked at Qingyun who was looking around, and asked with some confusion: "Miss, what are you looking at?".

Qingyun glanced around the yard, then lay back on the swing comfortably and said lightly: "It's nothing."

Qingyun heard the roof move again, and the sound was louder than before. And it rang more than once, so it was obviously not caused by one person.

Qingyun frowned, a little irritated, and shot a silver needle from her backhand, flying towards the place where the sound came from.