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

At the same time, at the Tianyuan Kingdom border gate, Zhang Nei was in charge.

The man was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, but his sleep was not peaceful. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead, his whole body was shaking, and he was mumbling something unknown at the corner of his mouth.

Li Guanqi frowned and checked his pulse, which was still unstable. He exhaled and shook his head at the people in the tent.

Song Heqing clenched his fist and slammed it on the table, his anger clearly evident, and there was an endless silence after a startling sound.

"Cough cough cough" The coughing sound was unusually obvious in the quiet room.

Everyone looked towards the bed. I saw the man on the bed slowly opening his eyes, his deep eyes scanning around, and the unfamiliar environment made him alert.

Li Guanqi stepped forward to check his pulse again and nodded to everyone in surprise.

He hurriedly gestured with his hands: "The pulse is stable and there is no danger to his life."

Everyone's faces were filled with joy and they all gathered around the bed. Song Heqing was the first to speak: "My lord, are you still feeling unwell?".

Yan Siyuan was silent and motioned to the people around him to help him up, silently taking in the reactions of several people.

"No problem," he replied in a hoarse voice.

Song Heqing cleverly poured a glass of warm water for Yan Siyuan and said, "Drink, my lord."

Yan Siyuan took a sip of water and said, "You guys go out first, I'll take a rest first."

Then everyone left. When the camp became quiet again, Yan Siyuan thought about his situation.

I should have become another person, and it is a different era. This era is an era that does not exist in history.

Yan Siyuan's eyes were a little darker and his brows were furrowed. He had the memory of his original body when he woke up.

This is a border battlefield. He was originally the ninth prince of this country. He was sent here because he was not favored. He was already poisoned, and now he was attacked by the enemy and administered other poisons, causing his original body to die and he came over.

If I am here, what about her? Did she also come here? Thinking of this, Yan Siyuan's eyes flashed and the corners of his mouth curved.

Since you want to find her, you can't stay here forever and you have to find a way to go back.

In Liangchenyuan of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Qingyun sneezed and wrapped herself in a red jacket. He thought to himself: "Who is scolding me? He doesn't follow martial ethics."

Qing Xiao put down the carved mahogany sword in his hand and turned to signal Qiuyue to call the doctor.

Qingyun was helpless, "Brother, I just sneezed. Maybe it's just a little cold. It's okay. There's no need to call the doctor."

After hearing what Qingyun said, Qingxiao ordered: "Chunhua, bring another charcoal basin."

"Yes" the spring flowers went out.

Qing Xiao smiled and looked at Qing Yun, "Then I need to ask a doctor to take a look. It's okay."

Seeing that I couldn't persuade him, I gave up.

After Qingyun's treatment in the past few days, Qingxiao has improved a lot and is almost no different from ordinary people.

After the doctor confirmed that Qingyun was fine, Qingxiao felt relieved, his expression slowed down, and he strung together the carved peach wood sword in his hand.

The mahogany sword is only about the size of a thumb, and when strung with jade beads and silver bells, it looks instantly beautiful.

Qingyun held it in her hand and was very happy. Her eyes turned into crescent moons and said, "Thank you, brother."

Qing Xiao looked at Qing Yun and said fondly: "No thanks, I will let him protect you when my eldest brother is away."

The next day, on South Street, Qingyun wore a bright red jacket and took Dongxue to buy pastries.

Dongxue kept chattering along the way, and Qingyun was in a good mood, and even her steps became much brisker.

Suddenly the street became noisy.

"Drive, drive" a fast horse came galloping, and the pedestrians on the road hurriedly got out of the way.

One girl couldn't avoid it and fell to the ground. Now it was too late. Seeing that the horse's hoof was about to fall on the girl, Qingyun covered her eyes in fear.

Suddenly, a person jumped out of an inconspicuous carriage on the street and saved the girl. The woman quickly stepped forward, took the girl away, and thanked the young man for saving her life.

"Hello", the young man on horseback stopped his horse and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He looked gratefully at the young man who saved people and said, "Thank you, brother, for saving people and avoiding trouble."

"I'm not helping you." The young man glanced at him and turned to leave.

"Shen Lingfei, you are finished. You dared to ride a horse in the street and almost hurt someone. I want to file a lawsuit." Qingyun's crisp voice sounded.

Shen Lingfei, the legitimate son of the Minister of Punishment, is fourteen years old. He is dressed in bright clothes and angry with his horse. He is confident and flamboyant, just like the rising sun he was born into. His eyes were as clear and bright as a young man should be. Qingyun’s childhood sweetheart.

Shen Lingfei was just feeling lucky that no one recognized him when he heard Qingyun's voice.

"Ahem" He coughed with a guilty conscience, dismounted and walked towards Qingyun in the crowd.

Shen Lingfei said calmly: "Hey, how can Miss Qing say that? I wanted to go out to the city to race horses, and I didn't intend to hurt anyone. Besides, this person is fine. Don't take it seriously."

Qingyun crossed her arms and hummed softly: "I don't care what you do, it's wrong for you to hurt someone by riding a horse."

"Oh, my dear Miss Qing, how can you not complain?" Shen Lingfei broke through in an instant, clasped his hands together, and begged.

Qingyun rolled her black eyes and smiled slyly, "Go and buy all Zhai Ji's cakes and send them to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Qingyun, you took advantage of the situation!" Shen Lingfei tightened his grip on his money bag.

"Forget it, I'd better go find my elder brother." Qingyun raised her feet to leave.

"Don't, don't, don't, why don't I buy it?" Shen Lingfei grabbed Qingyun who was about to leave and said aggrievedly.

The two of them went to Zhaiji to order pastries. When they paid, Shen Lingfei clutched the money bag tightly and refused to give it away.

"Ahem, Shen Lingfei, my eldest brother..." Qingyun threatened without any bottom line.

Shen Lingfei curled his lips, loosened his hands, and covered his chest with a look of pain on his face. He was bleeding heavily.

Zhai Ji's pastries are not cheap, and his father is usually very strict, but this time it cost him a month's worth of money. How could he not feel bad?

Qingyun watched him pay and walk home in a good mood, humming a little tune as he walked.

Shen Lingfei held the horse with a frustrated look on his face. He was not in the mood to go out of the city to ride the horse anymore and walked back home.

Shen Lingfei had a lot of fun, was wanton and flamboyant, and acted like he was not afraid of anything and everything, and he looked like the most awesome young master. But he was the one being chased all over the city by his father. Whenever he committed a crime, he would be punished, so he was so afraid of Qingyun filing a lawsuit.

Qingyun's eldest brother Qing Xiao is currently the Shaoqing of Dali Temple and is Shen Li's deputy. As long as Qing Xiao knows, Shen Li will definitely know.

Although he was bleeding heavily now, the most important thing to earn back from Qingyun in the future was to avoid being beaten. Shen Lingfei was afraid for a while. It’s better to be more honest these days.

After rescuing the man, the young man returned to the carriage and said respectfully: "My lord, I have saved the man."

"Well, let's go." A cold response came from the carriage.

The already cold weather became even colder.

Although this carriage looks unremarkable on the outside, it is extremely luxurious inside, with bearskin carpets, fox down cushions, and even the low table made of pear wood.

Yan Siyuan sat on the cushion, holding a sapphire teacup in his hand and sipping it. With his eyes lowered, the car curtain was slightly blown up by the wind, just enough to see Qingyun and Shen Lingfei talking, but Yan Siyuan did not raise his head.

As if she was sensing something, Qingyun glanced at the leaving carriage and felt strange, but she didn't say anything.