She was naturally surprised and delighted to see Jing Yi, but when she saw Jing Yi standing at the door of Yun Ying's house, the smile on her lips froze a little:
"Is Master Jing here to look for Yunying?"
Jing Yi raised his eyes, glanced at her, and handed her the short bamboo flute.
"Her stuff."
Yue'er recognizes this thing.
It is a small bamboo flute carved for Yunying by her father. Yunying always carries it with her and treasures it very much.
This was the only thing her father left her.
Yue'er took it with both hands. Although she didn't know how it ended up in Master Jing's hands, she was sure that Master Jing came to find Yunying.
She pursed her lips, glanced at the two people chatting and laughing in the room, and suddenly smiled and said:
"Master Jing came at a really bad time. The young marquis is here. Yunying was injured during this trip, and the young marquis was very distressed. He also complained to the princess for a long time, saying that he would not let Yunying take risks next time."
The words he said with a smile showed how much the young marquis valued Yun Ying.
The harmonious scene in the house also proves Yue'er's words and highlights the good relationship between the two.
Jing Yi stood there, his eyes calm and he said nothing.
Yue Er smiled and said, "Hey, the relationship between the young marquis and Yun Ying is very good. The young marquis runs to Prince Chen's mansion every other day. Even I feel jealous when I see him. I'm afraid that it won't be long before the young marquis marries her."
At that time, Yunying would jump from being the princess' maid to the wife of a young marquis.
"Master Jing, you have such a good relationship with the princess. When her maid gets married, you and the people from the clinic must come over for a drink at the wedding." She gathered the hair around her ears, smiled, and looked her best.
Jing Yi stood there with a calm expression, listening to these words without any emotion on his face.
Seeing that Yue'er had almost finished speaking, he nodded calmly:
"Um."
Then, leave.
Yue'er looked at the man's back and bit her lower lip lightly.
Why is he neither happy nor angry and not talking? Is he not caring? Or is he disappointed and sad?
Can't see through.
Seeing that Yunying and the young marquis were still talking, she didn't want to go in and disturb them. She clenched the small bamboo flute in her hand, put it into her sleeve, and left.
Inside the house.
The two were still talking.
Because the eldest princess gave birth to a daughter, Ling Qianyi, as her brother, was naturally busy sharing the family affairs and had no time to go to Prince Chen's Mansion. When he saw Yun Ying injured, he felt so distressed.
Yun Ying was injured so badly, but she didn't shed a single tear. Looking at Ling Qianyi with red eyes, she seemed about to cry, as if he was the injured patient.
Yunying was both amused and confused:
"Young Marquis, you should go act."
Ling Qianyi looked at her with resentment. What a play, he was just heartbroken! So heartbroken!
"Does the wound hurt?"
Yun Ying shook her head, "I'm used to it."
Since she was a child, she liked to jump up and down, and was always injured every other day. Other girls had skin as white as jade, but she was covered with scars.
Bumps, falls, collisions, scratches... are all battle records.
Ling Qianyi pouted and complained: "Can't you just throw yourself into my broad and warm arms and cry like other girls do?"
"???"
"Who are you trying to show me how strong I am? Aren't my shoulders solid enough?"
“…”
She looks resentful, like a little shrew.
But Yunying really doesn’t feel any pain!
She had a tough personality to begin with, and she became even stronger after her parents passed away. Without anyone to back her up, she became her own supporter. She would never shed tears easily, and would never bow her head because of a minor injury.
She is different from other women.
Ling Qianyi didn't care. He raised his long arm, grabbed Yun Ying's neck, and forced her into his arms, and ordered:
"Cry for me!"