Rebirth is back for you

In just a few hours since entering Beijing, there have been unexplained sightlines, abnormal enthusiasm, sudden requests for marriages, and street assassinations in broad daylight.She seemed to be wrapped in a cloud of fog, and she couldn't always see clearly.

Jing Ran quietly lowered her eyes to look at the corner of her sleeve that was being held again, and said politely, "Princess, can you let go? There are so many people, men and women can't kiss each other."

It's not like the saying goes that women in ancient times were more reserved, but this most honorable princess in Qingyue likes to pull people's sleeve corners when she disagrees with her.

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The eldest grandson Qimu stopped suddenly, turned her head and looked straight into Jing Ran's eyes: "Men and women, do you want to kiss each other?" She seemed to pause slightly between the men and women on purpose or not.

Jing Ran's eyebrows twitched suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he looked back into the phoenix pupils of the eldest grandson Qimu, whose corners were slightly raised.

"I see." Changsun Qimu didn't meet her eyes, nodded and continued to walk forward, and at the same time opened his hands lightly.

Jing Ran pursed her lips and stood motionless, looking at her elegant and cold back.

Did he know her identity early?So why ask for marriage?Is it a calculation?Does the old emperor know?

"What are you in a daze for?" Changsun Qimu turned around and asked when he saw that no one was following him.After waiting and seeing that she still didn't move, he said helplessly, "The wound on my waist hurts a bit."

Jing Ran's eyes moved to her waist for a moment, and finally moved her feet.

Changsun Qimu's heart felt warm, and his brows and eyes slightly curved into an inconspicuous arc.

Jing Ran stood beside her and took a few steps, was silent for a while, and asked, "When did you know?"

The eldest grandson Qimu seemed to know what she was asking, so he didn't dodge. He looked at his toes and said softly, "The 18th year of Tianqi, the birthday of the emperor's grandmother."

In the 18th year of Tianqi, ten years ago, that is, the time she rescued this person, Jing Ran nodded, turned around suddenly and stood in front of the eldest grandson Qimu, lowering his gaze slightly: "So, even if you know my identity, you still have to wait." Ask for a marriage—" After a pause, she said in a low voice, "Like me?"

Changsun Qimu paused for a moment, pursed his thin lips in a straight line, hesitated for a while, and suddenly smiled: "You kissed me before."

Jing Ran smiled, but there was not much smile in her eyes, and she locked her eyes rightly: "You were choking on water, and I was there to save you, and even if I am a man, you don't have to promise me with your body. will not be held responsible for it.”

Changsun Qimu was determined to hear her finish, but stopped talking, and gently closed his long and dense eyelashes, as if a little unhappy.

Jing Ran: "..."

It seemed that she was really thinking too much, the person in front of her was clearly still a little girl, with the heart of a child.

"Let's go, your wound should be bandaged in time, and there is no need to delay any longer." Jing Ran had no choice but to pull up her sleeve and hold it in her hand, tugged it lightly, and asked, "Where is your mansion? I take you back?"

The eldest grandson Qimu looked down at Jingran's hand with clear knuckles, and raised his head, staring at her like a star and not speaking.

Jing Ran: "...Okay, turn another street and you will be at the Deqin Palace. Let's go to the Deqin Palace to get bandaged."

After Jingran finished speaking, Changsun Qimu walked straight forward, but the speed was very slow, and the corners of her long sleeves were firmly placed in her palm.

"..." Jing Ran laughed suddenly, and stepped up to keep up, but his eyebrows were still lowered, as if he was thinking about something, the eldest grandson Qimu looked straight ahead and said, "Father doesn't know, you can rest assured."

"..." If this person is still a child, he must be a child, Jing Ran thought.

The two walked side by side to the gate of Prince Deqin's mansion. Jing Ran opened his hand lightly, but the eldest grandson Qimu didn't look down or speak.

Jing Huai was waiting in front of the door early, seeing Jing Ran's figure hastily greeted her, and seeing the eldest grandson Qimu beside her, he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly saluted: "Princess Ninth, son!"

"Exemption." Changsun Qimu nodded slightly.

Jing Huai straightened up, his eyes looked up and down Jing Ran's whole body, and said anxiously: "The old slave just heard that the son was assassinated when he left the palace, is the son injured?"

Even though he heard the news that Jing Ran was fine, Jing Huai couldn't help but ask.

"Uncle Huai, I'm fine. I'm going to call for a doctor. Princess Ninth has some injuries that need to be bandaged." Jing Ran answered Jing Huai concisely, then ordered, and then added, "Please ask for a doctor."

Hearing this, Jing Huai turned his eyes to the grandson Qimu, and saw that her waist had been soaked in dark red, he was terrified, and hurriedly invited people inside, and at the same time ordered a servant to hurry to invite the doctor.

However, although the Deqin Palace has a large area, it was difficult to find a well-organized and usable courtyard for a while.

Jing Ran hesitated for a moment, then simply led him into Qingye Pavilion.

Jing Huai, who was following behind, opened his mouth and closed it tactfully.

Deqin Prince's Mansion has no wives and young ladies. Apart from the old prince's Zhilan Palace, there is only Qingye Pavilion, the son's Qingye Pavilion, which is properly tidied up and can also be matched with the identity of the Ninth Princess, and it is generally a female boudoir. Outsiders cannot easily step into it. , and the prince's courtyard shouldn't be considered a boudoir... Besides, even if the prince's courtyard is also a boudoir, the ninth princess is also a woman, so it doesn't hurt...Jing Huai followed behind the two, but walked around there alone.

Jing Ran glanced back at Jing Huai, raised her hand and rubbed the corners of her brows. Because of the memory of her previous life, she actually valued the private space of her life very much. If she had no choice but to bring people into the courtyard casually.

"Your Majesty, you are back. I have prepared your favorite food..." Jing Ran just stepped into the Qingye Pavilion when he heard Jing Ke's chattering voice.

The voice stopped abruptly after seeing Changsun Qimu, Jing Ke was stunned for a moment, and was about to bow down immediately, but was stopped by Changsun Qimu's words lightly: "There is a lot of trouble in Deqin Palace today, so there is no need to be polite. "

Jing Ran didn't have many people staying in Qingye Pavilion, except for Jing Ke, the little manager, there were only two cooks and two maids who were about thirteen or fourteen years old.All the people who were about to salute stopped when they heard the words of Changsun Qimu, and they couldn't help feeling better.

A group of people waited for Jingran and grandson Qimu to enter the courtyard and followed behind.

This courtyard is neither big nor small, the entrance is a plum grove, it is very beautiful when Ling Han is letting go of his anger.Across the plum forest is a small green lake. There is an arch bridge over the lake, and you need to cross the bridge to reach the main hall.

The courtyard is not very big, but it is very exquisitely arranged. The eldest grandson Qimu raised his eyebrows when he saw the chilly red plum blossoms in full bloom.

Jing Ran raised his eyebrows when he saw her from the corner of his eye.

When it was almost time to finally sit in the room, Jing Ran picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea, pushed one cup in front of Changsun Qimu, and poured down one cup, "Are you hungry?"

Changsun Qimu saw his series of actions in his eyes, and nodded without hesitation: "Some."

Jing Ran inexplicably felt that she was a bit obedient, so he called Jing Ke over and ordered without a pause, "Go to the small kitchen and bring up some plum cakes, lotus cakes, crystal cakes, and double-skin milk cakes."

"Yes, son!" Jing Ke twitched his mouth when he saw Jing Ran's appearance. After all, sitting next to him was the most honorable little princess in Qingyue, and his son didn't pay attention to his image.

"..." Changsun Qimu blinked, wondering if this person likes sweets, and thinking of what Jing Ke hadn't finished saying when he entered the door just now, he thought he must be.

So he asked, "What is a double-skin milk cake?"

"A small snack I made myself, the only one in the world, no one else." Jing Ran blinked.

"Well——" Junzi is far away from the kitchen. Since he can cook and develop it himself, he must like it very much.

The eldest grandson Qimu nodded, and said: "Speaking of which, there is also a cook in my house, dozens of generations of ancestors have been imperial cooks who specialize in making cakes for the palace, so their skills are very good, and there are some secret recipes that are not passed down to the world. "

What she said was not blushing, but even though the cook is not at her mansion right now, she just knows that he is with the mansion, and she is determined to go to the mansion with him soon. All the secret recipes are dug up.

"Hmm." Jing Ran responded with a lack of interest. There were many skilled craftsmen in ancient times. With the status and ability of the eldest grandson Qimu, she had no doubt that all the people in her house were such people.

"..." This reaction seems to be different from what I imagined.

Changsun Qimu pursed his lips, sullenly said softly: "If you like it, I can send someone to bring Fangzi over."

"Huh?" Jing Ran raised his head blankly, and said sincerely: "That little thing is the most annoying, I don't like it."

Grandson Qimu: "..."

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While talking, Jing Ke had already led someone to bring things up, a small dish filled the table, but all of them were small and exquisite, very beautiful.

Jing Ran raised his chin: "Eat some pads first, I'll let them prepare lunch, and you will bandage the wound first." After speaking, he sat in his seat with his old god, and didn't have any intention of leaving.

"..." Changsun Qimu sat down at the table with a blank face, raised his eyelids and took a look, and found that except for a plate of milky white petal-shaped pastries that he had never seen before, the rest were ordinary pastries, so he stretched out his hands He lifted a piece to his mouth and took a bite.

It melts in the mouth, full of milky aroma, slightly crunchy when bitten, but soft when chewed, it is really delicious.

As a result, stacks of double-skin milk cakes were picked up one after another, and the remaining few dishes seemed to have fallen out of favor.

Jing Ran propped one elbow on her leg, looked at her little by little with her head on her hand, and said with a smile: "I knew you would like this, so I wouldn't like the rest, it's so pitiful to watch. "

Changsun Qimu paused for a moment, glanced down at the remaining plates of pastries, returned to the double-skin milk cake, and picked up a piece.

"Eat slowly," Jing Ran inexplicably felt that she was a little cute, poured another cup of tea and put it in front of the eldest grandson Qimu, and said with a smile: "It will be gone after eating."

Grandson Qimu: "..."

Jing Ran's eyes were bent, and his eyes moved to the outside of the door. He saw that Jing Huai led two people in, a female doctor with a medicine box, and a delicately dressed woman in green clothes who was about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Jing Ran stood up, looked up at the female doctor carefully for a moment, and handed her a cyan porcelain bottle: "This is the best medicine for sores, use this." He also ordered the female doctor to lead the woman's liquid pool, the eldest grandson Qimu, and the female doctor. Go to the inner room and keep close guard.

The eldest grandson Qimu got up, glanced at the woman in green from the corner of the eye, turned and entered the inner room.

Jing Ran looked at the woman in green and asked, "Huai Bo, this is?"

"Returning to Prince Jing, the maidservant is Ling Lian, the personal servant of Princess Jin Yang of the Wuli Kingdom. I came here today to order from His Royal Highness, to pay respects to Prince Jing and invite him to go to Wolong Mountain to appreciate plums tomorrow." Ling Lian Lian took the initiative to answer, with extremely considerate etiquette, and presented a bronzing worship sticker to Jing Ran with both hands.

Jing Ran nodded and took the greeting card, and opened it gently. On the platinum origami paper, ink orchids were drawn. It must reflect the pair of jade fingertips that were lightly tapping on the window sill earlier.

"Go back and reply to your parents, princess, I will be there on time tomorrow." Jing Ran handed the greeting sticker to Jing Huai, and ordered, "Huai Bo, see off the guests."

Ling Lian stopped talking, bowed her body, and hurried back to the post house and palace after leaving the Deqin Palace.

"Is Shizi Jing injured?" Jin Yang quietly listened to Ling Lian's words, and asked in silence for a while.

"According to my maidservant, it should not have happened, only Princess Nine went to the inner room to bandage." Ling Lian replied.

Jin Yang looked out of the window and said for a while, "Go down."

Ling Lian nodded and left the room.

In the Ganqiu post house at the same time.

Jiang Baixi listened to the reports from his subordinates, put down the chess piece in his hand, and gave a meaningful "tsk" sound: "It seems that Qingyue's water is still deep."

The personal guard, Lan Ge, was noncommittal. Seeing that Jiang Boxi picked up the chess piece again, he stopped talking, tapped his toe, and disappeared.

The author has something to say: the first two chapters have been edited by me, and the lengthy and cumbersome parts have been removed. The little ones who have read it can go back and have a look again la la la