The princess and the lord are brothers and sisters

It's almost winter, and it's believed that the streets of Yangcheng are already bustling with businessmen coming and going.

Yang Yingjun avoided Ji Yinrong's scorching gaze in embarrassment, and drank his tea with his head down.Five years ago, he should have slapped his shoe on his face mercilessly.

"That is to say," Yang Yingjun said with evasive eyes, "You knew it as early as the moment I entered Xinyang City?"

Ji Yinrong smiled noncommittally.

Yang Yingjun felt annoyed at being played with by applause. He lowered his face and said, "That is to say, the reason why you were able to find out my twelve dead men is because you already knew..."

"Of course not," Ji Yinrong hurriedly argued, "However, can you notice how your Twelve Dead Men are different from ordinary people?"

Yang Yingjun looked at his dead men as he said, and they were all ordinary-looking, the kind who suffered from face blindness when thrown into the sea of ​​people. He really couldn't tell the difference, so he shook his head and said, "I can't tell."

Ji Yinrong explained patiently: "Look carefully, they sit more upright than others, walk upright, have strong steps, and sharp eyes. They are always wandering downstairs, looking here from time to time, and it's hard for me not to pay attention."

This time Yang Yingjun was really convinced, he spread his hands, and said, "I would like to admit defeat, you win."

Ji Yinrong looked at him with a smile on his lips.

Yang Yingjun said angrily, "Look at that fart?"

Ji Yinrong smiled and said: "You say that, but your face is full of dissatisfaction. You look like a proud kitten. It's really cute."

Yang Yingjun had a certain resistance to his nasty words, and he just sneered and said, "If I were a cat, you would be a thousand-year-old vixen."

Ji Yinrong showed a surprised expression, and then laughed, causing others to look sideways.

Yang Yingjun said indifferently: "Have you laughed enough?"

Ji Yinrong suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched Yang Yingjun's face, with a doting look on his face: "Only you can make me so happy."

Yang Yingjun was furious, and wanted to break his hand, but the other party seemed to have sensed his intention, and withdrew his hand first, and said: "You said, I am willing to admit defeat, then just stay here with me obediently for three months." God."

Yang Yingjun gritted his teeth secretly, and said with a fake smile: "Okay."

Ji Yinrong laughed excitedly like a kid, but that smile was a bit... shy.Yang Yingjun rubbed his eyes, thinking that he must be delusional.

Ji Yinrong's feelings for Yang Pianran have always confused Yang Yingjun.If it was all acting in the past, what about now?The Queen Mother is dead, the Yang family is defeated, and Yang Pianran has become the commander of the enemy army. Does he still need to act?But what is it if it's not acting?Sincere?How sincere can an emperor with a great cause in mind be?Not to mention facing a married woman.Yang Pianran's appearance is average (purely due to the aesthetic fatigue of her sister's face), and since he lived in her body, his demeanor is even more masculine. Ji Yinrong only likes her if he is blind?Also, Ji Yinrong knew that he only brought twelve dead soldiers to Xinyang City, so why didn't he take him down early and take him as a hostage to threaten King Zhennan to surrender?What is his purpose?

No matter how much time passed, Yang Yingjun still couldn't get a glimpse of Ji Yinrong's thoughts.

There was a sudden warmth between the brows, and Yang Yingjun was taken aback, but it was Ji Yinrong who stroked his brows gently with his fingers.

"..." Yang Yingjun hurriedly turned his head away: "What are you doing?"

Ji Yinrong looked at him tenderly: "Don't frown anymore, just ask me if you want to ask anything. I have already said that I am willing to tell you many things. You don't need to think about it alone."

Since he said so, Yang Yingjun went all out and said: "Okay, then let me ask you, what is the purpose of your trip? Don't you want to take me as a hostage?"

Ji Yinrong's eyes darkened: "You miss me so much?"

Yang Yingjun did not deny it.

Ji Yinrong smiled wryly and said, "The peace talks are real. The reason why I want you to come alone is to find a chance to be alone with you. I haven't seen you for five years, and I miss you very much. This sentence is sincere."

Yang Yingjun was taken aback, the other party's eyes were so sincere, there was no trace of hypocrisy at all.If this is acting, then Ji Yinrong's acting skills are more superb than all the actor's, flawless.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Yingjun crossed his fingers on the table, looked at Ji Yinrong, and said, "If you have any thoughts about me, I advise you to get rid of it as soon as possible. Don't forget, I have...married Ji Yinrong Promise." The second half of the sentence was very difficult, and Yang Yingjun felt that his man's self-esteem had been hurt ten thousand points.

These words cut Ji Yinrong's fake smile like a sharp sword.He withdrew all his tenderness, and even his eyes became dark.

Yang Yingjun felt cold all over his body, but not to be outdone, he met his ice-cold eyes.

After a while, he suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled, as if seeing the sun through the clouds, the gloom on his face dissipated, as if the gloomy and coldness just now was just an illusion.But Yang Yingjun knew very well that the gloomy and ruthless appearance just now was Ji Yinrong's true appearance.

"Let's not talk about that, we're full, let's go for a walk?" Ji Yinrong stood up and looked at him with a smile: "You haven't visited Xinyang City yet, have you? I'll show you around."

Yang Yingjun stood up, stretched his waist, ignored Ji Yinrong's bright smile, and said, "I'm full, I'm going to go back to sleep, goodbye."

Ji Yinrong's smile froze: "Wait...you said you were willing to gamble and admit defeat..."

"Yes, I am willing to bet and admit defeat. But you just said that if you lose, you will stay with you for three days, but you didn't say that you have to obey you in everything, right? Do you think I am stupid?" Yang Yingjun finished speaking triumphantly, and turned his head just go.

Ji Yinrong watched him leave, unable to laugh or cry for a moment.

It wasn't until Yang Yingjun's figure completely disappeared from sight that Ji Yinrong held back his smile, sat back indifferently where Yang Yingjun had been sitting, and poured himself a drink in a contented manner.

"Mr. Rong, your Fugui Shrimp." The store clerk approached courteously and stood by the table, shielding the prying eyes of the surroundings. ..."

Ji Yinrong lightly dipped his fingers into the wine in the glass, and wrote on the table calmly: "Nan Shier, kill; Biography, the princess is the hostage."

"Man, the wine in your store is very good, let's have another jug."

"Okay," the shop clerk took off the cloth from his shoulders, wiped the table graciously, and said with a smile, "Mr. Rong, sit down, I'll get it right now."

Ji Yinrong lazily picked up the wine glass and took a sip, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Yang Yingjun felt very tired, it was exhaustion from the bottom of his bones, but his mind was clearer than ever, and he couldn't fall asleep peacefully no matter what.The first thing I did when I got back to the room was to find out the charcoal I made myself, and write down the situation here in pinyin on the snow-white handkerchief, planning to find a chance for one of the twelve dead men to take it back to Yang Meili Reassure her.

Ji Yinrong was nearby, probably next door to his own. Just thinking about it made Yang Yingjun feel an invisible pressure.

Opening the door, the person who made him feel stressed was standing outside with a smile on his face.Yang Yingjun's heart skipped a beat. Although his face was expressionless, his pupils shrank unconsciously.The letter hidden in his bosom to be entrusted to the twelve dead men to take back to Meili became hot instantly, even though he knew it was a letter that no one could understand except Meili.

"...What are you doing?" Yang Yingjun still put his hands on the door, blocking the door with his whole body, obviously not welcoming the other party's gesture, and his expression was full of guard.

Ji Yinrong smiled and said, "I just want to go out for a walk together when you wake up. However, you wake up really fast."

"..."

Yang Yingjun knew that the other party was mocking him, maybe he had expected his purpose of going back to the room.After calming down, Yang Yingjun raised his chin slightly, and said, "I just want to go to the toilet urgently, please let me go."

Ji Yinrong was obviously stunned, Yang Yingjun pushed him away rudely, closed the door with his backhand, and walked away.

After secretly handing the letter to one of the twelve dead men, Yang Yingjun returned to the lobby of the inn, and sure enough, he saw Ji Yinrong sitting there, looking at the bustling street outside the inn in a daze, with a strange cold light flashing in his eyes. what to think.

Yang Yingjun thought that his footsteps were very soft, but before he approached him, the other party turned his head as if aware of it, and smiled in his eyes the moment he saw him: "But."

Yang Yingjun frowned and said, "Do you have to call me that?"

Ji Yinrong got up and walked over, looked at him, and said softly, "Then what do you want me to call you?"

Yang Yingjun said: "When I'm away from home, I'm wearing men's clothes again. You can call me Yang Yinglun."

"Yang Yinglun..." Ji Yinrong said this strange name twice in his mouth in a daze.

Yang Yingjun's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at him in a daze.

It's been a long time since no one called him that. At that moment, the figure in front of him overlapped with Jiang Junxiao's.When Jiang Junxiao saw him before, she always called him in such a low voice: "Senior Yinglun..."

Ji Yinrong was a little puzzled by him: "What's wrong with my face?" As he spoke, he touched his cheek.

Yang Yingjun came back to his senses, and quickly looked away: "It's nothing."

Ji Yinrong stopped asking, and the smile on his face deepened: "How did you come up with this name?"

"Handsome, incomparable." That's how brother Zhao, the manager, fooled him back then, but he didn't expect to become him fooling others now.

Ji Yinrong was stunned for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.

"..." Yang Yingjun blushed, and he said angrily, "Laughing, laughing, what's so funny?! Then tell me, why are you called Ji Yinrong?"

Ji Yinrong's laughter stopped abruptly, and her gentle eyes seemed to have substance, almost piercing Yang Yingjun's face.Yang Yingjun's heart was trembling, he didn't know what kind of nerves he had, and he was secretly on guard, when he heard the other party whisper: "This is the first time you call my name, I'm very happy, but... no, Ying Lun."

His heart beat violently, and Yang Yingjun's face suddenly became hot.He began to regret asking Ji Yinrong to call him "Yang Yinglun". He didn't expect that it would be so embarrassing to be called by his real name in such a nasty tone.