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

The moon hangs in the sky, and silver frost is sprinkled on the ground, illuminating the flowers, plants and trees on the ground.

A small figure shuttled through the forest, wearing a black robe, covering his face, holding a lantern in his hand, and came to an open space on a familiar road.

There is a large locust tree in the open space, which is incompatible with the surrounding trees. Under the locust tree is an earthen tomb with an inscription.

The man in black put down the lantern, knelt in front of the monument, opened his robe, and saw clearly that it was Qingyun.

Qingyun took out yellow paper and paper money and burned them in front of the monument. She kept saying something. The moonlight shone on the monument and printed the words on it, the tomb of Qingyun, the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's Palace.

Worshiping her own tomb was somewhat intrusive, but Qingyun didn't feel it at all.

She erected this tomb. She didn't want to have no place to go after her original body died. Maybe she didn't believe in ghosts and gods a long time ago, but the moment she came here, she couldn't help but not believe in it.

Today is not only Mo Jingchun's birthday, but also the Ghost Festival. She comes here every year at this time, and this year is no exception.

Only when she came here did she remember that she was Ji Nanqiu.

No matter how much she imitates Qingyun, she is not Qingyun. She just lives as another Qingyun, a Qingyun led by Ji Nanqiu, and the real Qingyun is already dead.

Qingyun hopes that someone will remember her original identity, even just herself.

Qingyun stayed in front of the tomb, constantly adding paper money in her hand, opening and closing her red lips and saying, "Don't worry, your parents and brother are very good, and they are also very good to you."

"Did you know that your cousin has already got haircut?".

"Today's ceremony of hair extensions is getting tired. Your ancient rituals were really complicated, but our modern ones are simple."

"Will you like this cousin? I think so, you are not a bad boy."

Qingyun kept talking, but no one responded to her, and she didn't care.

When a few leaves fell from the locust tree, Qingyun stopped talking, stood up, covered her face with the wide brim of her hat, and looked up.

There is no wind now, how can the leaves fall? Sure enough, Xia Chan jumped down from the tree and said respectfully: "Miss, someone is looking for you."

"who?".

"It's Xizhu."

"Go back".

"Yes".

Qingyun walked out of the forest. Before leaving, she looked back again, frowned, pursed her lips slightly, took a deep look at the forest, and flew away.

She knows Qing Kung. After staying here for so long, it's impossible that she hasn't learned anything. She just doesn't want to show it. Even Qing Xiao doesn't know.

Only Xia Chan knew, but Xia Chan was tough-talking and would not listen to anyone except Qing Yun, even though she was trained by Qing Xiao.

A quarter of an hour later, Qingyun had changed her clothes and returned to Liangchen Garden.

Qingyun was sitting in the yard, and Xizhu was kneeling at Qingyun's feet, not daring to look at her.

He didn't know why, but Qingyun now made him feel very much like Yan Siyuan, with that kind of aura and that kind of expression.

Qingyun said indifferently, "You mean Yan Siyuan is about to die and you want me to save him, right?".

Xizhu gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, please save the princess."

Qingyun looked at Xizhu who was kneeling on the ground a little more carefully.

She didn't think what would happen to Yan Siyuan, who was still teasing her here during the day and almost died at night? How could it be possible? Instead, I thought it might be a trap set up by Yan Siyuan, but looking at Xizhu's dying look, it didn't look like it was fake.

Qingyun thought about whether he should believe Xizhu's words. Xizhu was terrified by being stared at by Qingyun, but he couldn't waste any more time. He raised his head to look at Qingyun, raised his hands and knelt down and said: "Please, Commander. Lord, save my Highness."

What he said was begging, not please. Qingyun was shocked. It was the first time she received such a big gift from someone, and she was no longer entangled. No matter what, Yan Siyuan would never hurt her.

"Okay, take me there."

Xizhu raised his head in surprise. He thought that Qingyun would not go and would feel unworthy of his master.

He felt that Yan Siyuan was so kind to Qingyun, and if Qingyun was unwilling to save him now, then he really thought Yan Siyuan was stupid.

In a few seconds, Qingyun arrived at Yan Siyuan's room. Outside the room, Song Heqing, Li Guanqi and a woman were guarding them. They were obviously worried, but they didn't dare to go in.

Qingyun was confused. If Yan Siyuan was ill, Li Guanqi's medical skills should be able to save him.

When several people saw Qingyun coming, they all leaned towards Qingyun, except the woman.

Qingyun didn't care and just asked: "Why are you staying outside?".

Li Guanqi gestured: "We can't go in."

Qingyun became even more confused and asked: "Why can't you go in?".

Song Heqing said anxiously: "His Highness won't let us in. You are the only one who can save His Highness now."

Qingyun stopped asking and walked towards the closed door. Huaizuo stood in front of the door, looking at Qingyun with wariness and distrust in his eyes.

Qingyun just glanced at her, then opened the door and went in. The door closed again, and the room became dark without any light.

Qingyun couldn't see anything, so she could only walk in based on her intuition. As she walked, she shouted: "Yan Siyuan? Yan Siyuan, are you there?".

The room was very quiet, there was no sound, Qingyun had no choice but to stretch out her hands and fumble forward, but she couldn't resist the darkness, and her knees hit a chair. Qingyun took a breath in pain, and with this inhalation, the room There were other sounds.

Is it the sound of iron chains? Iron chains? Qingyun expressed doubts about her idea, but the first thing she should do now is to light the candle. Without light, she would not be able to see anything.

Qingyun continued to fumble forward, but because of the pain in her knees, she could only limp forward slowly.

Finally, after knocking several times, Qingyun touched the candlestick. Qingyun discovered that every time she knocked, the sound of the iron chain would be heard.

Qingyun lit the candle, and the fire illuminated the room. Qingyun lit the candle beside the bed, and happened to see Yan Siyuan who was tied to the bed with iron chains.

I saw Yan Siyuan with his eyes closed, his hands hung up by iron chains, his feet also tied by iron chains, the Xuanyi on his body was stained with blood, and there were blood marks on his hands and feet tied by iron chains, which showed that Yan Siyuan was tied How tight.

Qingyun stepped forward slowly, and Yan Siyuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot and scarlet, like a killing beast.

Qingyun was frightened by Yan Siyuan's eyes and stood there without daring to move.

But after Yan Siyuan saw that it was Qingyun, he quickly lowered his head as if he was afraid of Qingyun, and subconsciously wanted to cover himself with his hands.

But he just pulled the chain, and the sound of the chain kept ringing. The sound seemed to stimulate Yan Siyuan, making him tear the chain harder, as if he was going crazy.

Qingyun quickly stepped forward, grabbed Yan Siyuan's arm that was pulling on the chain, and said: "Yan Siyuan, let go, you will be even more injured."

When Yan Siyuan saw Qingyun approaching, he lowered his head again to hide his appearance. He seemed to be really afraid of Qingyun.