The president's surrogate wife, he always wants to escape

"What's going on... what's going on?"

The butler who was standing at the door of Da Si's royal room was so surprised when he saw Lan Ying holding Bowen and walking towards here that he could fit a big egg into his mouth.

Not to mention the housekeeper, the maids were also frightened. They rubbed their eyes one after another. After rubbing their eyes, they quickly looked at Lan Ying, who was walking towards them with Bowen in her arms, and covered their mouths in disbelief.

"I, I, I...why do I feel like I'm hallucinating?"

One maid didn't believe what she saw and pinched the thigh of the person next to her in panic.

The maid next to her who was pinched in pain hissed, rubbed her thigh and watched Lan Ying reply to her, "You are not hallucinating, this is true."

After saying this, she pinched back and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts..."

The maid cried pitifully, and when she saw that her arms were pinched purple, she took revenge.

The butler glanced at the two maids with a twitching corner of his mouth, not wanting to complain.

He didn't have time to complain, so he hurriedly walked towards Lan Ying who was coming towards them, and asked Bowen in Lan Ying's arms in a panic, "Is His Highness Bowen injured somewhere, or is he feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No, your highness is fine."

Lan Ying answered for Bowen, put Bowen down on the ground in front of the housekeeper, and helped Bowen to stand still.

Bowen was completely confused. He couldn't believe that he was being carried by a woman until he landed. He walked for a while without any difficulty at all.

Bowen held his forehead and looked at it, thinking it was ridiculous.

But he also understood that Lan Ying didn't want to hug him before walking in front of him, but how could she, a woman, think of hugging a man?

Bowen had never seen such a strong woman, and felt embarrassed because of her big head.

Fortunately, there were not many maids in the corridor, otherwise he would really be embarrassed to see anyone.

"You...are you really okay?"

The butler asked in a panic Bowen, who was holding his forehead.

"Nothing."

Bowen's tone was cold. He was so embarrassed by Lan Ying that he didn't know what to say.

It's okay. Why is Knight Lan hugging His Highness?

The butler scratched his head and was confused, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he could only look at Lan Ying helplessly.

Lan Ying said, "The ground is slippery and there is no one around His Highness, so I was disrespectful and took a walk for His Highness."

Lan Ying did not say that Bowen's legs and feet were inconvenient, but found a suitable reason.

After hearing this, the chief butler was frightened and furious, "Then the knight doesn't want his head anymore, so he dares to leave you alone."

"It's not that he left me alone, but that I had something to ask him to do."

Bowen explained for the knight taking care of him, and after speaking, he looked at Lan Ying specifically.

He originally thought that Lan Ying would say that his legs and feet were inconvenient before helping, but he didn't expect that Lan Ying would slide over, as if she was deliberately considering whether he would be injured.

But Bowen had long since been lame for more than ten years and didn't care.

"It turns out I have something to do."

The butler breathed a sigh of relief. He thought the knight thought Bowen was lame and bullied Bowen to look down on Bowen, which scared him to death.

If this was true, he would definitely hang the person and beat him to death. Who dared to bully their Duke's younger brother?

"Do you still need to give your Highness a ride?" Lan Ying looked straight at Bowen.

"Need not."

Bowen quickly refused. It’s not like he couldn’t walk.

Lan Ying saw Bowen's resistance, nodded and apologized, "I was rude just now. It was my lack of consideration."

"It's not an example."

After saying that, Bowen held on to the wall and immediately walked to the room opposite Da Siyu, because he was currently living in Byrne's room.

Lan Ying just watched Bowen hold on to the wall and enter the room with difficulty, without looking away for a long time.

It wasn't until the door was closed that she asked the butler beside her, "Are your highness's legs natural?"

"I'm not sure about this. This matter is too sensitive and we can't ask more questions."

After hearing this, Lan Ying raised her head and glanced at Bowen's door.

Her Majesty the Queen has worked hard all her life for the country and the people, but one of her two sons has been imprisoned for 19 years, and the other is lame. She feels very uncomfortable looking at it.

"The Duke has been waiting for a long time, please go in first!" the butler reminded.

"it is good."

Lan Ying nodded respectfully to the butler, straightened up and walked to Da Siyu's room, knocked on the door, and then walked into the room.

The butler kept looking at Lan Ying's back and couldn't help but marvel in his heart: she is a good-tempered young lady from a noble family, very stable and not arrogant at all.

"Lan Ying, the eldest daughter of Lan, has met Lord Duke and Lord Byrne."

Lan Ying stood in front of the coffee table, put one hand on her chest and bowed her head to greet Baindasiyu who was sitting on the sofa. She was neither humble nor overbearing, but generous and decent.

Da Siyu looked at Lan Ying. This was the daughter of Lan Ying, whom the ministers all praised. It was said that she was not only good at skills but also very smart. However, she was born with the wrong gender. Although she was so strong, she had no place to be a hero because she was a daughter.

After Dasiyu made Nali and the others female knights, a minister recommended Lan Ying to Dasiyu, saying that Lan Ying could be Dasiyu's accompanying knight and personally protect Dasiyu's safety.

But in fact, this was just an excuse for the ministers. They were interested in Lan Ying's potential to become a queen and deliberately arranged to get to Si Yu.

How could Da Siyu be so smart and not know what the ministers were planning.

The reason why he didn't refuse was because Lan Ying was Saiman's retainer. Another point was that Lan Ying's grandfather was a hero of country D, and he wanted to give Lan Ying a hand.

"Miss Lan must know the intentions of the ministers."

Da Siyu did not beat around the bush and went directly to the topic.

"Don't worry, I have no interest in the position of queen. I just want to serve the royal family."

After Lan Ying finished speaking, she glanced at Byrne who was sitting next to Da Siyu, and her hand was ready to grasp the hilt of the sword.

She really wanted to compete with Byrne to see how big the gap was between herself and Byrne.

Byrne, who received Lan Ying's longing gaze, could tell at a glance that Lan Ying was a martial arts fanatic and had no interest in Da Siyu. If Lan Ying came for Da Siyu, then he could only find a place to bury her. .

Da Siyu did not see that Lan Ying wanted to spar with Bai En. Lan Ying looked at Bai En and immediately clenched his hand on his lap, thinking that Lan Ying was interested in Bai En.

After all, Lan Yingcai said that she was not interested in the position of queen, and then looked at Bai En. It was difficult for Da Siyu to misunderstand.

Isn't it normal for someone to take a fancy to him if he is so good?

Da Siyu comforted himself, lowered his head and clenched his fists, obviously not liking other people's thoughts on Bai En.

He had never thought about this problem before, thinking that everyone was afraid of Bai En and that no one would compete with him. It wasn't until Lan Ying looked at Bai En that he felt a sense of crisis.

"I wonder if Mr. Byrne will have time soon?"

Lan Ying asked directly. The hand holding the sword could no longer control her fight with Byrne.

Byrne didn't agree. Lan Ying looked like a sword-crazy man, and fighting her would be exhausting. If he had that time, he might as well accompany Da Si Yu Ni Wai.

But what Byrne didn't know was that Da Siyu was so nervous that he bit his lip until it turned white. He thought Lan Ying was trying to pry him away from the wall. The nails of his clenched fists were all piercing into his skin, and his palms were filled with shock. Fingerprints.