Chapter 20 Love Rival...? How can this be a hotbed of love? It's clearly...
The man's dark eyes are like melted snow in winter, so full of tenderness that one can drown in them.
The moonlight on a winter night is not half as bright as that of a man.
"I have the honor to ask you to be my female companion tomorrow?"
With a wave of her robe, Wen Ying jumped down from the steps, her eyes bright: "Chun Tao, what do you think Yan Jing means by this?"
Chun Tao sat on the bench and watched Wen Ying's scene reenactment. She said seriously, "Miss, this is the beginning of a new plot."
"Something will definitely happen at the banquet that will push your relationship forward!"
"Hehe," Wen Ying raised her chin, put her hands on her hips and said proudly, "Of course I know! "The Marquis's Lady Loves Hard" and "The Cold and Powerful Official Falls in the Gentle Country" both wrote about such plots."
"The heroines in the movies all won the favor of the heroes at the banquet, and their relationship quickly heated up. I must seize this opportunity!" As she spoke, Wen Ying moved her joints as if she was going to fight a tough battle.
"And if nothing unexpected happens, you will definitely meet a love rival." Chun Tao took out a storybook from somewhere, quickly turned to a page, pointed at the words and said, "Look here, this lady was framed by her love rival."
"It was clearly the love rival who fell into the water, but she falsely accused the young lady of pushing her into the water."
"Oh, my God, how vicious!" Wen Ying exclaimed, and soon understood what Chun Tao meant, "It seems that we need to be fully prepared!"
The two looked at each other, and saw the determination to win in each other's eyes. They nodded vigorously, and began to flip through the storybook and study by candlelight.
The sky was turning pale and time was slowly passing into the afternoon.
Yan Jing stood in front of the mansion gate. When he saw the girl, he was slightly stunned: "Miss Liu, what are you doing?"
The girl was wearing a snow-white gown embroidered with plum blossoms and a plum-red horse mask with floating gold, like a plum blossom covered in winter snow.
But that beautiful face was a little pale, and if you looked closely, there was even some blue under the eyes.
"It's nothing. I was just dazzled by the golden house in the book." Wen Ying waved her hand and dragged her tired body into the carriage parked at the door.
Yan Jing looked at the scene in front of him, laughed silently, picked up his robe and got into the car.
There was a hand warmer in the carriage, right next to where Wen Ying used to sit, so it was natural for her to pick it up as soon as she sat down.
Feeling the warmth coming from the palm of her hand, Wen Ying felt as if every part of her body was soothed and she couldn't help but feel at ease.
What followed was an overwhelming sense of sleepiness.
She was so engrossed in reading a storybook with Chuntao last night that she fell into a light sleep at dawn. When she woke up from her dream, it was already 9 o'clock. She quickly ate two meals, dressed neatly and came here.
Recalling the banquet scene in the storybook in her mind, Wen Ying's eyelids couldn't help drooping, and her head nodded.
Yan Jing couldn't help but find it a little funny when he saw the girl who was obviously sleep-deprived.
If she was really Dawn, then she might have been so sleepy because she was seriously exhausted by the fight last night.
But there was no obvious smell of blood on Liu Qing.
What on earth did she do last night?
Wen Ying's sleepiness became more and more intense as the warm current spread.
It's okay to take a nap, right?
Thinking of this, Wen Ying finally let go of the sleepiness and fell asleep almost instantly.
But as a result, her body fell sideways due to inertia and was about to hit the car wall, when a hand supported the girl's head in time.
The soft touch of the cheek came through the palm of his hand. Yan Jing looked at the girl's long eyelashes like butterfly wings and her skin that was flushed with warmth, his eyes deep.
The wheels of the golden carriage rolled, creating a slight rocking motion, which just promoted the girl's deep sleep.
After a while, the wheels stopped and there was a knock on the door, followed by the servant's voice: "Master Yan, we're here."
"Yes, I understand."
A soft and cold voice sounded from her ears. Wen Ying opened her eyes from her sleep, her head was dizzy and her vision was still a little blurry.
She had just dreamed that she was flipping through a new storybook. When she was about to turn the page, she felt that the pages were stuck together and could not be separated.
So she used some force to knead it.
After waking up, the first thing I felt was the warmth and slight sweat from my palms.
She leaned against the heat source and rubbed the object in her hand in a daze, always feeling that there was some hard support within the softness.
"Ms. Liu, if you're awake, can you let me go?" There was a hint of helplessness in the gentle voice.
What to let go of...
etc!
Wen Ying suddenly became clear-headed, and the smoke in her head suddenly dissipated.
She seemed to be leaning on Yan Jing's shoulder, hugging his arms, and even kneading his fingers as if they were pages of a book?
The unique scent of books and ink on the man, mixed with the smell of hormones, made her whole body temperature begin to rise and the blood in her heart boil.
Forcing herself to pull away from her palpitations, she quickly let go of the man's arm and whispered, "Sorry, Master Yan, I'm too sleepy."
The warmth and touch in his arms faded away in an instant, and Yan Jing felt empty inside. He raised his eyes and smiled at Wen Ying, as if nothing had happened:
"Nothing, Miss Liu, it's time to go out."
“Ah, yeah.”
The temperature on her cheeks could not dissipate in a short time, so Wen Ying could only lower her head and lift the curtain first, hoping to cool down with the cold wind.
However, after opening the curtain, the first thing I encountered was not the cold wind, but a pair of scrutinizing eyes.
The gorgeously dressed noble ladies came in groups of two or three, looking her up and down intentionally or unintentionally, with disdain, envy, or unwillingness. The mixed emotions hit Wen Ying's whole body, calming her down instantly like ice water was poured on her.
Wen Ying walked out of Yan Jing's golden carriage, so it was natural for her to be judged by her rival's eyes.
But isn't this number a bit too much? What should be done with this number? It's not written in the script.
However, when Yan Jing walked out from behind the car curtain, all the hostile looks disappeared in an instant, and everyone seemed to be talking and laughing.
"What's wrong?" Receiving the girl's slightly resentful gaze, Yan Jing asked seemingly confused.
"It's okay." Wen Ying withdrew her gaze, secretly cursing him for attracting so many women.
Yan Jing had no idea what the girl was saying, so he just got off the carriage, turned around and extended his right hand to her.
The moment Wen Ying took his hand, she suddenly felt countless pairs of knives hitting the palms of her hands that touched Yan Jing's.
The youngest prime minister in history, he is young and promising, handsome and elegant, as refreshing as the orchids on the shore. No wonder so many eyes are staring at him.
How could this be a hotbed of love? It was clearly a duel between military commanders.
Yan Jing closed his eyes, seemingly unaware and unaware.
In the past, Wen Ying always handed things to him with her left hand, but this time she stretched out her right hand when she was unconscious in the car, and now he confirmed it again.
The calluses at the base of the thumb are obviously prominent, and there are also some hard and thick calluses on the palms and the first joints of the fingers.
Liming is used to using a long sword. People who practice swordsmanship mostly have calluses on the fingertips and the side of the palm near the little finger. Also, sword styles vary a lot, so there shouldn't be so many calluses concentrated around the base of the palm.
Liu Qing practices martial arts, but he is not used to using a sword.
Wen Ying resisted the pressure and got off the carriage. She instantly loosened her hands, as if she was running away from some ferocious beast. She forced a smile and said, "Sir, I want to go first..."
It is not advisable to stay here for long, she needs to escape first.
"Hold on."
Yan Jing's words fell along with his fingertips. Wen Ying stared in a daze as Yan Jing reached out his hand to touch her hair, sliding it all the way down and brushing the loose hair on her face behind her ears.
The man smiled lightly, his eyes tender and affectionate: "I slept for too long in the car, and my hair is messy. It would be a bit rude to meet the prince like this."
"...Thank you, Lord Yan."
The gazes from all directions were like thorns on her back, and Wen Ying was inconsolable.
The prerequisite for being rude is to survive, you damn Yan Jing!
"Lord Yan," Wen Ying clapped her hands and placed them on her cheeks, blinking her almond-shaped eyes wide, "I have never been to a banquet like this before. Can I take a look around first?"
Her behavior and request were completely consistent with the image of a naive merchant woman, and she thought Yan Jing would always satisfy her wishes.
Unexpectedly, Yan Jing shook his head and said, "Miss Liu, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has wanted to see you for a long time. It would be impolite not to meet you first."
"Besides..." Yan Jing's eyes curved, and his face was full of smiles, "Since I invited you here, I should accompany you until the end."
Is he determined to stick with her?
Wen Ying was speechless and had no way to retreat. She could only complain in her heart: You don't know what women can do, but she knows it from reading the storybook! Next, she will be framed, poisoned, and drugged...
Wait, Yan Jing really doesn’t know?
He has always been in the spotlight, and it is common for him to be pursued by women. He should not be unaware of his current situation.
Wen Ying looked up suddenly and met his puzzled eyes and the dark currents in his eyes, like the vertical pupils of a snake aiming at its prey.
Oh, God! This damned Bamboo Leaf Green is using her to block those peach blossoms!
And in a pavilion not far from the two of them.
"She is trying to show off. I don't know where this country girl came from actually has the opportunity to get close to Prime Minister Yan." Gao Lerong sneered, crossed her arms and looked angrily at the girl in the plum-red dress.
"I don't know how many lifetimes of blessing it is that I fell into the water and was seen by Lord Yan." A noble lady beside Gao Lerong echoed.
"It's only because Lord Yan has a good temper that he allows her to be so presumptuous." Gao Lerong said sarcastically, "If it were anyone else, who would take in a merchant's daughter for so many days?"
"That's right." The noble ladies around Gao Lerong responded one after another, looking as if they agreed with it.
Only a girl in the corner, who was about the same age as Wen Ying, said nothing. She cast her eyes cautiously at Wen Ying and then immediately looked away.
Gao Lerong did not miss the girl's little action, her eyes were cold: "Miao Yan, your name is 'Miao Yan', why don't you say a word?"
Su Miaoyan quickly raised her head and replied, "I, I'm watching how shameless Liu Qing is. I'll remember her every move, and we'll settle the score with her later."
Gao Lerong snorted coldly, obviously not satisfied with Su Miaoyan's answer, but did not say anything else to embarrass her.
Su Miaoyan breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but look at Wen Ying.
She doesn't look... hurt... right?
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