Quick Wear: The Beautiful Tool Man Refuses to Be Cannon Fodder

"My Lord, what's wrong with you? Who made you unhappy? How about I dance for you? I've just been practicing a new dance recently. My Lord, can you please appreciate and give me some pointers?" Miaomiao was embroidering something to kill time in her own courtyard. When she saw the Lord coming in, she happily put down her things and went to greet him. After noticing that the Lord didn't seem very happy today, Miaomiao said in a delicate voice.

The prince seemed to like watching her dance very much, and whenever he was in a bad mood, he would ask her to dance.

It was said that she was favored by the Prince of Wenxuan, and even the Prince's wife had to avoid her. But Miaomiao also vaguely realized that the Prince did not really like her. To be precise, he liked her because she looked and looked like someone else.

But what does it matter? After all, she was just a little dancer in the past. She was of low status and anyone could bully her at will. If she hadn't met the prince, she would have had to give herself to the son of the prefect who was full of fat intestines and disgusting children, and become his seventeenth concubine. How could she enter the prince's mansion and become his most favored concubine like now?

Compared with his previous life, his current life was like heaven and earth. Although his position was not good, he was still a proper master after all, and he was favored by the prince, and the servants also flattered him. Even the prince's wife could not scold him at will. What's more, the prince himself was handsome and elegant.

Although she knew that she couldn't give her heart to a man, facing such a prince, Miaomiao had already given her heart to him in the day-to-day pampering.

So even though she knew that the prince only saw her as a substitute, so what? After all, she actually had a respected identity and the prince's favor, didn't she? Even if it was just a short dream, she was willing to indulge in it and give everything for it. Knowing that the prince loved to watch her dance, she kept practicing various dances just to please the prince. For her, as long as she could always be with the prince, it was her greatest happiness.

Qi Yun'an didn't say anything, but just held her in his arms and didn't let her go for a long time. When he heard Miaomiao say that she had learned a new dance and wanted to show it to him, Qi Yun'an came to his senses and nodded.

Seeing Qi Yunan nodded in agreement, Miaomiao ordered the maid to come in and help her change into her dance costume.

When he saw Miaomiao in a red dance costume walking towards him, Qi Yunan frowned slightly, interrupted Miaomiao who was about to start dancing, and said slowly: "Change into the moon-white dance costume I had someone send you last time! I like to see you in plain colors."

Miaomiao, who was about to start, froze in place when she heard Qi Yunan's words. Although she knew that the prince was just using her as a substitute, she still felt a little uncomfortable when she heard the prince's order. However, she quickly adjusted her mood and called the maid to help her change into the moon-white dance costume.

Qi Yunan, who was drinking by himself, saw Miaomiao, who was walking towards him in a plain dance costume, with a dazed look in his eyes. He stared at Miaomiao dancing, her steps were light, her dance was graceful, and she danced like a startled swan and a swift dragon. He stepped into the depths of his heart step by step, and watching Miaomiao dancing to her heart's content, it seemed as if her face had suddenly transformed into the woman who haunted him and was unforgettable.

Seeing the beauty looking at him lovingly, Qi Yunan rushed over and hugged Miaomiao tightly. He said in a trance: "Am I dreaming? I really like you Miaomiao. If I could see you earlier, I would be the one who married you in the end."

Miaomiao, buried in Qi Yunan's arms, was originally immersed in his tenderness, comforting herself in her heart: "It doesn't matter, although the prince only treats me as a substitute, he still has some true feelings for me! That's enough." But the next moment, when she heard the prince murmur "Miaomiao", her originally excited heart instantly sank to the bottom.

These two words were like a sharp blade, shattering her beautiful dream. All her self-comfort and fantasy were shattered at this moment. Tears slid down her cheeks involuntarily, and the mental activity just now seemed like a joke. After all, it was all her own delusion. The prince treated her as a substitute from beginning to end. The funny thing was that she really lost her heart in this false tenderness and pampering.

All the favors he had received during this time were just the consolation he had been seeking but could not obtain. But now he could not escape from it and could only continue to enjoy the favor and care of the prince by virtue of their similar appearance. In any case, compared to other women in the backyard, he was already very lucky, wasn't he?

Miaomiao tried hard to comfort herself in her heart.

Miaomiao hugged Qi Yunan, who looked dazed, back and tried hard to respond to his rare tenderness.

Feeling the response from the person in his arms, Qi Yunan picked her up and walked eagerly to the bed in the inner room. With clothes scattered on the ground, Qi Yunan eagerly placed Miaomiao on the bed, then leaned down, and kept pouring out his burning love in her ears.

Following a charming and gentle moan, two entangled figures appeared and disappeared behind the trembling bed curtains, filling the room with charm.

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The next day, Qi Yunan woke up with a splitting headache. Just as he was about to sit up, he felt the warmth beside him, and the memories of last night flooded into his mind. Recalling the face of Yun Miao that he had been thinking about day and night, which came into his sight at the last moment. Although he knew it was impossible, Qi Yunan still reached out his hand and gently brushed away the face of the person next to him. What came into his sight was indeed Miao Miao's beautiful face.

Even though he already knew the result and it was just a verification of his guess, Qi Yunan still felt disappointed.

"Master, you're awake. I'll help you get up." Although Qi Yun'an was very careful, he still woke up Miaomiao who was sleeping.

She stood up with a slightly red face, preparing to help Qi Yunan change his clothes, but the soreness all over her body made her fall back onto the bed.

"You don't need to serve me. You were tired last night. You should take a good rest. The servants will do these things. I will come to see you in the evening." Seeing Miaomiao's delicate appearance, Qi Yunan held down her body as she was about to get up, and said softly.

Hearing the movements of their masters in the room, the servants filed in and helped the prince change his clothes and wash up.

One of the maids in pink grabbed the clothes from the other maid and pretended to be delicate and walked forward to help the prince change his clothes. From time to time, she brushed her hand across Qi Yunan's chest and glanced at the prince with affectionate eyes from time to time, which was extremely provocative.

Miaomiao, who was originally lying behind the bed curtain, looking at the prince with tenderness and affection, suddenly became serious when she saw the scene in front of her. She glanced coldly at the maid in pink, thinking about dealing with her later.