A silly girl is reborn, and a ruthless prince loves her

Where there is fear, it is obvious that he is being good despite getting an advantage.

As long as she is not alienated from him and doesn't be submissive in front of him, he is willing to pamper her.

"He is just a paper tiger. My brother is protecting you and he doesn't dare to do anything to you."

"Brother, you are so kind."

Lan Jinyan's smiling eyebrows were curved. She looked up and saw her own shadow in his eyes, and a strong warmth swept over him.

She was very satisfied with the start of this life.

As long as Lan Shu is on guard against sowing discord, there should be no accidents.

Xuanyuan Qing stopped and touched her red and translucent lips with his slender fingers, dark eyes surging.

"The little mouth is so sweet, my brother likes it."

Hearing this, Lan Jinyan smiled even more happily. She leaned her little head on his arm and asked after realizing, "Brother, White Tiger and Xiao Lu are still in the forest."

She was almost out of the jungle when she remembered that she had forgotten them.

The ancients honestly did not deceive me, beauty is really misleading.

Turning her head to look at him secretly, she found that her brother looked different from the other princes of Qingyun Kingdom.

The other princes were all handsome and handsome, more or less similar to Emperor Xuanyuan Xuan.

But Xuanyuan Qing was different. His handsome androgynous face was soft and charming, with a bit of evil charm and ruthlessness, which was nothing like the emperor.

"Don't worry, Hongying will arrange them."

Xuanyuan Qing noticed that she had been staring at his face, and her expression suddenly changed, and a layer of frost covered her face in an instant, making her completely different from the one who was talking and laughing just now.

"elder brother……"

Lan Jinyan was frightened and overwhelmed by the coldness he leaked. She immediately reacted and hurriedly lowered her head.

She forgot that her brother hated people staring at his face.

Xuanyuan Qing looked back calmly, without saying anything, and took the lead in getting on the carriage.

She followed closely, walked into the carriage, hesitated, and chose a seat slightly away from him to sit down.

The thin, pointed face was frowning and showed no energy at all.

The carriage drove slowly on the uneven mud, and Lan Jinyan's head almost hit the wall of the carriage several times.

"Sitting so far away, you want to fall?"

Xuanyuan Qing sat in the carriage and suddenly spoke, squinting at Lan Jinyan who was sitting beside the carriage door, her tone slightly stiff.

"Huh?" Lan Jinyan didn't expect that he would take the initiative to talk to her, so she raised her head in confusion, a little confused.

It's hard to calm down her brother when he's angry. Isn't she trying to think of a way?

Xuanyuan Qing pointed to his forehead angrily, and his meaning was self-evident.

"Brother, can I sit over here?"

Lan Jinyan understood instantly, and her wrinkled face immediately bloomed into a smile as bright as a spring flower.

She not only sat next to him, but also boldly held his arm. Seeing that he was not displeased at all, she moved closer and rested her head on his arm.

"Proud of being favored."

Xuanyuan Qing let her sleep, lowered his eyes and smiled, his tone helpless.

Lan Jinyan raised her head, blinked her big watery eyes, and secretly rejoiced, "Brother, are you willing to pamper me?"

"Ah."

The rain in spring falls as fast as it can, with a hazy and enchanting quality, like a dream.

The carriage stopped halfway down the road. The driver raised his head and looked carefully at the carriage blocking the road in front of him. Suddenly, a touch of fear filled his eyes.

"Second Prince, the King of Southern Xinjiang is here."

The driver's trembling voice showed his uneasiness at this moment.

Hearing the words "King of Southern Xinjiang", Lan Jinyan clearly felt Xuanyuan Qing's body suddenly shake, and the temperature inside the carriage dropped sharply.

"Brother, who is the King of Southern Xinjiang?"

Lan Jinyan stood up quickly, her mind running rapidly. Unfortunately, she stayed at home in her previous life and had no memory of the King of Southern Xinjiang.

Xuanyuan Qing looked stern and pursed her thin lips into a straight line, obviously not wanting to answer her question.

Considering that both Mo An and Hong Ying were not here at the moment, he was not at ease leaving her here alone.

However, if he asked her to follow him, he didn't know what unexpected things would happen.

After careful consideration, he said in a calm voice, "Yanyan, go back by yourself and don't run around."

"Obey?" He stared into her eyes seriously.

Lan Jinyan could hear the uneasiness in his words, the tip of her nose felt sour and her eyes turned red.

"Brother, will you come back?" There was a lump in her throat and tears streaming down her face.

It was obviously just an ordinary warning, but because she was unfamiliar with Qingyun Country and worried that she would run away, she nagged a few more words, but she interpreted it as a farewell.

Xuanyuan Qing's face was covered with black lines. He gently scratched her small nose and said angrily: "I can get it back!"

"Oh, then come back early and I'll wait for you to eat." Lan Jinyan wiped away her tears and tried her best to smile.

"It's so ugly!"

Xuanyuan Qing dropped these words and got off the carriage without any regret.

The spring rain continued to hit his clothes, but his back was still straight. He slowly walked to the carriage of the King of Southern Xinjiang. The driver immediately jumped out and saluted him respectfully.

Lan Jinyan sat in the carriage and secretly opened the curtain of the carriage, only to see the back of Xuanyuan Qing getting into the carriage.

She noticed that someone in the carriage opened the curtain for him.

Through the gap in the curtain, she saw a face that was very similar to Xuanyuan!

Time has not left any traces of time on the face of Southern Xinjiang Wang Yushang. He is over sixty years old and looks no more than thirty years old.

No one knows his origin. Everyone only knows that he is a prince with a different surname from the Qingyun Kingdom. As for why he was named the King of Southern Xinjiang, even Xuanyuan Xuan himself does not know.

Because it was the late emperor who canonized Yu Shang as the King of Southern Xinjiang.

Yu Shang's sharp eyes swept across her curious face, and an intriguing and evil smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

Realizing that the other party had seen her, Lan Jinyan hurriedly put down the curtain and leaned against the car wall, her heart pounding.

It's so scary, his eyes are red!

The look in her eyes seemed to call for death.

She didn't know how much time had passed. By the time she regained her composure, her clothes were soaked with sweat.

The carriage started quietly at some point. When she opened the curtains, she realized that the carriage had entered the city.

The scenery outside the window kept receding, and she leaned against the window blankly, not even knowing when the red shadow came in.

"Girl, your hair is wet!"

Hong Ying quickly lowered the curtains, dug out a soft long handkerchief under the couch, and wiped the spring rain off her hair.

"What are you thinking about, so obsessed?" She arranged her hair and sat opposite her.

"Thank you, Hongying."

Lan Jinyan thanked him softly and sighed, "Hongying, do you know the King of Southern Xinjiang?"

"Okay, why are you asking this?" Hong Ying lost her composure for a moment, but she quickly covered it up.

Although it was only an imperceptible moment, it was still successfully captured by Lan Jinyan.

"Brother got on the carriage of the King of Southern Xinjiang." She said dullly, "I don't know why, but I always feel that the King of Southern Xinjiang is very dangerous."