Give him peace
"If she has feelings for another man, wouldn't you mind? Wouldn't you be jealous? Wouldn't you feel heartbroken?"
Qi Guanlan felt a lump in his throat and said dryly, "I don't mind."
Such nonsense might fool others, but to actually fool yourself would be impossible, unless… Zhao Heng smiled knowingly, “Unrequited love?”
"Then you really have no right to mind."
Qi Guanlan's face turned pale. "Get out."
He glanced around and his eyes met Wen Ruo's, who was peeking out of the window. Zhao Heng's expression was complicated, a mix of emotions welling up inside him, making his stomach churn. "Why did you bring her here?"
Qi Guanlan crossed his arms and said, "Guess!"
Zhao Heng lowered his eyelids, kicked him to the ground, and the next moment ran directly to Wen Ruo, panting, "Miss Wen, what a coincidence."
Wen Ruo nodded slightly. "A little."
"Would you like me to take you back? Qi Guanlan and the girl had a night of passion, and I'm afraid his perfume might offend Miss Wen's nose."
No wonder, it turns out she's lost her innocence!
Wen Ruo politely declined, saying, "I didn't smell it either."
Whether she's innocent or not is none of her business, but if she really changes cars, the accusation of her switching partners will be confirmed, and she's not about to take the blame for it herself.
Zhao Heng sighed, "Actually, Qi Guanlan has someone he likes. He keeps saying he wants to avoid suspicion, so I just mentioned it."
Qi Guanlan followed closely behind, "Shut up!"
Ever since Qi Guanlan got into the car, Wen Ruo's gaze kept drifting over to him. Qi Guanlan was more formidable than Zhao Heng. Zhao Heng was a complete victim of unrequited love, and his youthful dissoluteness had left him utterly humiliated.
Qi Guanlan was different; the person who made him break his principles was certainly not an ordinary person.
She naturally wouldn't be swayed by Zhao Heng's instigation. Given Qi Guanlan's temperament, he must have already consummated his marriage with his beloved, even if it was a bit hasty.
"Is there something on my face?"
Qi Guanlan turned his face away, pretending to look at the scenery. The light shone through his slightly red ear tips, and his long eyelashes concealed the tension in his eyes.
Wen Ruo sighed slightly, her face quite melancholy, "Young Master's marriage is about to be settled."
Is he jealous? Qi Guanlan was secretly delighted, but he didn't show it on his face, still keeping a stern expression. "You look unhappy?"
"It's just that my record of noble ladies is probably useless now. I originally wanted to show it to the young master first."
He slowly turned his head, and said in astonishment, "That's it?"
Wen Ruo nodded. What else could she be thinking about? She couldn't dwell on things too much, or she would get sick. For example, her mood at the moment was like a tangled mess, and she couldn't quite describe what she felt.
Qi Guanlan lowered his brows, a surge of anger rising in his chest, his heart burning with unease.
She went to a traditional Chinese medicine clinic for treatment.
Seeing him reminds me of the "Noble Ladies' Records," his mother's suggestion, which all came up with money.
Does she not have even the slightest improper thoughts about him?
Qi Guanlan's face turned cold, and he took out a silver ingot. "Give me some advice. What does it mean if I don't perform well?"
Wen Ruo's red lips parted slightly as she pulled the silver from his sleeve; it was still warm. But how could she dare to accept this money? If she simply said no, even a male prostitute would get angry, let alone Qi Guanlan, who would probably throw her off the carriage.
"You are the most knowledgeable and unpretentious woman I know."
Wen Ruo glanced to the side, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.
"Just tell me, how should we solve this?"
Wen Ruo, steeling herself, suggested, "Don't return Zhao Heng's fire-avoidance diagram. He's not short of it. Young Master, you should take a closer look."
The young lady is quite bold. Could it be that she's afraid Qi Guanlan has some hidden illness?
That's it?
"Why don't you practice with her more? Why ask her if you look down on her?" Wen Ruo clenched the silver, smiled, and said, "Young master, don't worry. They say practice makes perfect. You'll get better."
Qi Guanlan glanced at her indifferently, staring out the window with a troubled expression, his brows furrowed in worry.
It seems things are really not good.
How bad could it be? Is he worse than a mute? Wen Ruo thought to herself, then shook her head. Why would she even covet Qi Guanlan?
After a long pause, Qi Guanlan asked again, "If Zhao Heng is a fake, then what kind of husband are you planning to find?"
Wen Ruo: "I will not get married."
"What?" Qi Guanlan turned around in surprise. The carriage swayed slightly, and the two knees bumped together. Wen Ruo frowned slightly and hissed softly.
Guanlan instinctively began to rub her hands, asking anxiously, "Are you alright?"
Wen Ruo quickly pulled back, "It's nothing."
Qi Guanlan withdrew his hand somewhat awkwardly. "I'm sorry, I was just a little surprised."
"Your mother seems to have been looking for someone for you? How come you're saying you won't get married and just won't?"
"That was just me trying to appease her. Now it seems there's no reason to keep pretending. I'll be going to Honghu Academy in a few days."
Given her level of knowledge, it would be several years before she completed her studies. However, she had no worldly affairs to attend to and no reason to leave the mountain.
Qi Guanlan thought for a long time, then hesitated and asked, "Is it because of your health?"
"Does that mean they don't care? Aren't you going to marry them either?"
"A master once said that no man is a good thing."
Before you know it, this master is about to have his wedding night. It's quite amusing to think about. Wen Ruo chuckled to herself for a while, "My mind is too mercenary. I need to be educated."
Qi Guanlan didn't know what to say about this reason. He lowered his head and leaned against the car window. Outside the window, there were mountains one after another, and the snow on the mountaintops had not yet melted, gleaming coldly, just like his future.
He suddenly felt a little aggrieved, "Stop the car!"
If he hadn't realized it, he wouldn't be in this terrible situation now.
Why not just leave him drunk and ignore him?
So why should we comfort him?
Why do you smile at him so beautifully!
The carriage followed slowly beside him. Qi Guanlan walked alone on the muddy road, carelessly kicking pebbles, his face drooping as he drifted into a daze, his expression growing increasingly melancholy.
Wen Ruo leaned out the window, "Young Master, it's dangerous outside!"
Qi Guanlan turned her head to the side. The concern and curiosity in her eyes were like a trickle, flowing into the parched and fragmented deserted place, penetrating everywhere but scratching the surface.
What he wanted was a raging torrent, a bottomless pit.
"Mind your own business!"
You can't give it to me.
Qi Guanlan immediately regretted his outburst, swallowing back the words of apology that were on the tip of his tongue. He walked away on his own, feeling as if a huge rock was blocking his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
Wen Ruo's mouth was slightly open, and she forgot to close it for a moment.
Zhao Heng, walking behind, saw everything clearly. Qi Guanlan had just suffered this hardship, so naturally he was unwilling to accept it, and his tantrum was just the beginning.
"Wen Ruo, he's throwing a tantrum again. Aren't you afraid he'll leave you stranded on the way? Why don't you come to my place?"
The carriage finally stopped, and Wen Ruo slowly got out. She looked around for a moment, her antennae tentatively reaching out like a snail's antennae. After hesitating for a while, she seemed to have made a decision.
Qi Guanlan hurried over, grabbing her sleeve with a wronged expression, "I didn't say I wanted you to leave."
Whoosh!
A streak of rainbow light flashed by.
Qi Guanlan quickly crouched down with Wen Ruo in his arms, and the long arrow whistled as it pierced the carriage window, attacking the carriage that had just been repaired.
"careful!"
Whoosh, whoosh, there were two more arrows!
As if anticipating their movements, the assassin fired three arrows in quick succession. The last two arrows streaked across the sky like shooting stars, heading straight for the two men.
In the blink of an eye, there was no time to dodge.
A sharp jawline swept past her eyes, and Wen Ruo felt a warm sensation on her forehead, the dark patterns on the white brocade robe clearly visible.
And there's the white arrow blade piercing the heart.
Blood seeped from the clothes, and a large patch of dark red begonia flowers was instantly embroidered on the white robe.
She was stunned. Why did he shield her?
The slender figure disappeared into the tree in an instant. Zhao Heng looked into the distance and was about to give an order when Wen Ruo stopped him.
"The arrow is poisoned!"
Her voice trembled slightly, her voice slightly choked, "I have antidote pills in my bag."
Xiao Shun's face turned pale, and he hurriedly went to get it.
Wen Ruo pried open his mouth, and Qi Guanlan's eyelids twitched. He unconsciously frowned and fell into a coma.
"Quickly go back to the city and find Mr. Yi."
Several people carefully helped Qi Guanlan onto the carriage. Qi Guanlan leaned on Wen Ruo's shoulder, his posture unchanged.
The three of them sat inside, and the space immediately felt cramped. The faint breathing around them made Wen Ruo's throat tighten, and fear and confusion swept over her.
Zhao Heng sighed, "They came for the two of you?"
Wen Ruo paused for a moment, her lips trembling slightly, "Attack me."
I offended him.
Fu Jingjiang.
Indeed, he is exceptionally skilled.
Fu Jingjiang disguised himself as a male prostitute, thinking he had concealed his identity perfectly.
The small notch on the ear, in the same spot, is something you won't find anywhere else in the world.
She couldn't hide her eagerness while practicing swordplay, and she disliked the feeling of being treated like prey, as if she were already hers.
She couldn't help but suspect that his drunken declaration of liking her was merely a tactic to provoke Sun Yueyou, with him secretly plotting against her.
By transferring hatred, he can also get rid of Sun Yueyou.
Mr. Yi happened to meet Achu, the pigeons happened to be switched, he knew Zhang Tingjia, and he also happened to have a purple bamboo pen. What else is there to be confused about?
She was being followed.
They just want to silence him now.
Why did he shield you from it?
"Isn't he being too nice to you?"
Zhao Heng feigned confusion as he looked at Qi Guanlan. Wen Ruo's gaze fell on Qi Guanlan's pale and quiet face, her eyes flashing slightly. "Don't worry, Young Master Zhao, I'm not a heartless person."
Zhao Heng raised an eyebrow slightly. So she knew?
"Therefore, I will definitely catch the real culprit and restore peace to his home."
That's it?
Zhao Heng's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, as if he was about to speak again.
"If Young Master Zhao still wants my help, he should stop talking nonsense."
Zhao Heng surrendered, glancing at Qi Guanlan, who was risking his life and knew nothing, and casting a helpless look at him.
Whether Wen Ruo was heartless or not, he didn't care. But he still had some say in whether Wen Ruo was petty and hard-hearted.
Wen Ruo? Or Qi Guanlan?
Zhao Heng began to feel conflicted; it seemed that Qi Guanlan was only good at causing trouble and couldn't help at all.
However, if he persists and actually drags Wen Ruo into the mess, perhaps...
He pondered for a moment, then said, "I'm the kind of person who won't turn back until I hit a brick wall."
Wen Ruo paused, as if Cao Xi had said something similar.
"So you don't like him at all?"
Not even a little bit?
Wen Ruo: "He has someone he likes, don't you know that too?"
The words had barely left his mouth when Zhao Heng's expression suddenly changed. "You didn't deny it!!!"
He was extremely surprised, "You've fallen for her?"
Wen Ruo glanced at him sideways, "I just found the most favorable reason to refute you."
"I'm already taken."
After Wen Ruo finished speaking, she closed her eyes and gave a look that kept people at arm's length.
The carriage immediately fell silent.
The sounds of breathing, each carrying its own thoughts, intertwined with the faint smell of blood, forming an invisible net.
The ignorant and greedy prey slowly climbed up, unaware that several pairs of eyes were watching it intently from behind.
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