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

Qingyun was lying in the bathtub, her mind filled with images of Li Shumiao struggling in the pond.

The moment she saw Qingyun turn her head, she stopped struggling and let her body sink into the water.

She did not hesitate to risk her own life and the life of her unborn child to pull Chu Yi down. You really have to be so cruel.

Another thing is winter snow. She remembered clearly that Dongxue had been following her, so how could he appear somewhere else? They have been in the lotus garden all day today.

I have never seen Chu Yi, when did he appear, and how could he do such a thing to Dongxue in a short period of time?

These questions kept swirling in Qingyun's mind, giving her a headache. He pinched his eyebrows and stood up to change clothes.

I called twice, but there was no trace of the maid. She felt uncomfortable being wet.

Without a towel, she couldn't get dressed. Just as he was about to go out and call someone, he saw the bath towel being handed over from behind the screen.

He took it doubtfully. Seeing the teeth marks on her hand, Qingyun instantly knew who it was.

"Why are you here? Where is my maid?".

"How do I know where she went? She just came here after hearing your voice, otherwise you would have come out wet?".

"Then I still want to thank you?"

"What else? I could have left it alone."

Qingyun threw the bath towel aside angrily, "Now that I'm here, help those people to the end. Bring me the clothes I want to wear."

Yan Siyuan did not respond, but Qingyun heard footsteps. Then Yan Siyuan handed over the clothes. It even has bellybands on it.

Qingyun was a little embarrassed and didn't know whether she should accept it or not. I don't know if the red cheeks were caused by the hot water or because of shyness.

Seeing that Qingyun didn't answer, Yan Siyuan smiled. He shook the clothes in his hands and said, "Do you want it? If not, I'll take it."

"Yes," Qingyun said hurriedly because she was really afraid that he would take it away.

But Qingyun regretted this statement. He covered his mouth, unable to believe that the sound was coming from him.

Soft and flattering, charming to the core.

Qingyun's face turned redder. She was obviously no longer in the hot water, but she felt her face was extremely hot.

Covering his mouth with one hand, he fanned violently with the other.

Yan Siyuan swallowed and his eyes darkened a bit.

He regretted very much why he sent away the maid and came here by himself. He was simply asking for trouble.

It is not that nothing can be seen through the screen, figures can be vaguely seen. Although Qingyun is still young, her figure has gradually taken shape as she grows.

Her palm-sized waist was obvious. Yan Siyuan hugged her many times and was reluctant to let her go.

Qingyun was at a loss inside, while Yan Siyuan was burning with desire outside. It was uncomfortable for both of them.

In the end, Qingyun took the clothes and held them in her arms. She covered her mouth and muttered: "I'm going to change clothes. You...you go out first." She was so anxious that she couldn't speak clearly.

Yan Siyuan did not insist on staying. He turned around and walked quickly, his steps staggering a little.

Half an hour later. Qingyun was wearing a crimson mansa dress, and her hair was tied back casually, not even pulled into a bun. Loosely. Also used a red hair rope.

As soon as he went out, he saw Yan Siyuan who had also changed his clothes. There was still some moisture on his body.

He glanced at Qingyun and frowned, "Why don't you pull up your hair?"

"No need to waste time, let's go there first."

Qingyun was about to leave, but was pulled back by Yan Siyuan, "Just let them wait. It's inappropriate for you to be like this."

Qingyun wanted to refute, but Yan Siyuan didn't give her a chance. Pull her back to the room and sit down in front of the dressing table.

Picking up the wooden comb, she untied Qingyun's hair. The waist-length hair is loose and has a faint scent of soap locust.

Qingyun was shocked and wanted to stand up, but was pushed back by Yan Siyuan, "Let me help you put your hair into a bun."

It's not a question, it's a notification. Qingyun couldn't resist, so she could only let him run wild on her.

To tie a woman's hair is something that only her husband's family can do. Qingyun never believed that Yan Siyuan didn't understand. The most important thing is that she does not believe in Yan Siyuan's craftsmanship.

The reason why she stayed behind casually was not only because she was afraid of wasting time, but also because she didn't know how to do it.

On weekdays, her hair bun is done by the maid, and she can't do the ancient bun herself. After thinking about it, Yan Siyuan had already formed a prototype, which looked pretty good in the bronze mirror.

Qingyun admired her appearance in the mirror. I have to say that Yan Siyuan's craftsmanship is quite good.

He parted her hair bit by bit, and then ran his slender fingers through her hair without hurting her at all. Even Qiuyue, who often combs her hair, can't do this.

Her veiny fingers match her well-cared-for hair. And his delicate and careful movements have an indescribable beauty.

Qingyun looked in unconsciously. Yan Siyuan did it for her and she didn't even notice.

Seeing her lost in thought, Yan Siyuan snapped his fingers in front of her, "Okay, let's see if it looks good."

"It doesn't look good," Qingyun blurted out without even thinking.

Yan Siyuan laughed angrily, "You didn't even look at it, so you said it didn't look good."

"You don't have to look to know it doesn't look good."

Qingyun stood up to leave, but Yan Siyuan pulled her back and said, "Wait a minute."

"What else do you want to do?"

"There's just one more thing missing." He took out a brocade box from his arms, which contained a pigeon blood stone tassel hairpin. Gently inserted into Qingyun's head, it matched her body very well.

He looked up and down and said, "Actually, you look good in red too."

Qingyun rarely wears bright colors. Although she has clothes of all colors, most of them are light. She didn't want to stand out too much, but her face didn't allow it at all.

Even the most elegant clothes can give her a fresh and refined feeling. And the bright colors on her body are the icing on the cake.

"Wan Wan Lei Qing?", for some reason, this word popped into Qingyun's mind.

Yan Siyuan's expression darkened visibly. "Let's go, it's time for us to go." He decided to ignore Qingyun's nonsense.

But Qingyun felt that Yan Siyuan's avoidance meant that she guessed correctly, "No way? I guessed it right?"

Yan Siyuan took a deep breath, "I guess you're not right, what are you thinking about all day long? Where did Wan Wan Lei Qing come from? There is only Qing Lei Wan Wan."

Okay, Qingyun stopped talking. Follow Yan Siyuan to the front hall. Looking at Yan Siyuan's back, I realized that he was also wearing red. It's a bit strange.

It's just that what he wears is mainly white and supplemented by red. He always likes black. Although he is not very old, he has a mature look. Qing Xiao looks younger than him.

Now that I wear it like this, I feel a bit juvenile.