Quick Wear: His Highness Qing Leng is about to be stuck again

"If you have nothing to do, just leave. I want to be alone." Yun Qingyan's tone revealed obvious displeasure.

She was now increasingly anxious and restless, and had no intention of talking to anyone.

The reason why he wanted to see Yun Jin was simply to see what he was up to.

Yet, as expected, it was all extremely dull.

"Royal sister..." Yun Jin called out again unwillingly.

"Get out! Don't make me say it a second time!" Yun Qingyan's voice suddenly rose, and the anger contained in it made people dare not look directly at him.

"Well, then sister, just have a good rest." Yun Jin knew that Yun Qingyan always did what he said, so she had to leave the hall sadly.

Yun Qingyan was feeling very upset. She was carelessly stroking the string of Buddhist beads on her wrist that had been rolled into a round shape, while thinking secretly.

This string of Buddhist beads was left to her by her father. Each bead is round and smooth, exuding a faint scent of sandalwood.

She slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her anxiety.

However, the thoughts in her mind surged like a tide, making it impossible for her to calm down.

"I'm going out for a walk. You don't have to follow me."

After that, she waved her hand gently, signaling everyone to leave.

The remaining maids knelt down, bowed their heads and responded softly, "Yes, Princess."

Their voices were soft and submissive, not daring to disobey in the slightest.

......

"Well, Xiaoqi, right? You really can't bring my father back to life." Yun Qingyan communicated unskillfully according to the method it taught him.

"Sorry, Princess, we can't. We can only save those who are still alive." 0257 said in a soft voice.

"Then why did you take me here so late?"

"You come so late, what use is it to me? You are so useless."

Then he muttered quietly, "If Daddy were here, I would definitely not be in danger and would not have to save myself."

0257 I didn’t feel anything when I heard these complaints, even though His Highness’ personality was very different from before.

But the manual said that environment shapes character.

Moreover, His Highness remembers the memories of this small world, and that he is a fast-travel missioner who came to save himself.

And the princess is cute too.

"I can help you with whatever you want to do, and I can also monitor others for you." Its tone was a little proud.

It knows a lot more.

Your Highness doesn't need those small worlds from before.

It seemed useless before, but now it finally has its place.

0257Holding the waist and laughing in the space.

Hearing this strange little thing say this, Yun Qingyan became interested again.

"Then can you help me drive the Miao people away?"

They are so despicable that they dare to set their sights on me.

"Not really. Witchcraft is too weird. We have a colorless and odorless poison here, as well as an antidote that can cure all kinds of poisons. I wonder if it will work."

Yun Qingyan sat on the swing in the garden and said nonchalantly, "You are really useless. Stop struggling. I have to rely on myself."

0257 He lowered his head in frustration. The prince of this world had already told him twice that he was useless. He took out a small notebook and wrote it down.

"Okay, okay, there's nothing for you to do now, please leave."

I should have brought the painting screen with me earlier. Now, there is no one around to help me push the swing.

Yun Qingyan could only swing the swing gently from time to time, which was really boring.

However, at this moment, the swing that was originally swinging slowly suddenly shook violently!

The unsuspecting Yun Qingyan was startled and hurriedly held the rope tightly in his hands, trying to keep his balance.

As the swing swung higher and higher, she even felt a sense of flying.

At this moment, Yun Qingyan had no time to care who was pushing the swing from behind. She just wanted to enjoy the wind at the moment.

I thought to myself that this guy was quite sensible. I would definitely reward him later and not bother with him about his rash behavior just now.

I couldn't help shouting, "Push it higher!"

"good."

“Hahahaha…” It seems like it’s about to fly.

"Higher."

“Princess, it will be very dangerous if it goes any higher. You will fly out.” A clear and bright voice sounded, like a spring flowing through the mountains and forests, with a hint of rustic charm.

Like the morning sunshine shining on the green leaves, full of vitality.

"Am I the master or are you the master? If you can't do it, there will naturally be someone who can do it."

My cheerful mood, which had finally been brightened up, was extinguished by him.

The person behind didn't say anything in response, but just pushed the swing higher.

"I don't want to play anymore. Stop, stop. I want to go down." Yun Qingyan said, shaking his legs.

Slowly the swing stabilized.

The boy's hands were as white as snow but with bulging veins, and he held the reins tightly.

Yun Qingyan jumped off the swing, wanting to see which palace the servant belonged to for being so tactless.

Yun Qingyan turned around and saw a young man wearing an exquisitely embroidered robe with various mysterious patterns embroidered with colorful silk threads, exuding a unique aura.

She is tall and thin, her skin is a little too pale, but her lips are a bright red.

His hair was black and shiny, braided into intricate braids that fell on either side of his shoulders.

His clear facial features, high nose bridge and deep eyes make him look a little bohemian.

He was also wearing various Miao silver ornaments, necklaces, bracelets and earrings that sparkled brightly in the sun.

But the complicated patterns between his eyebrows made his face look somewhat seductive.

"Miao people." These two words are not a question, but a statement with affirmative meaning.

The young man raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlining a faint smile: "Yes, sister."

However, when Yun Qingyan saw his face clearly, his originally calm expression instantly turned gloomy.

She frowned tightly, her face full of undisguised annoyance.

She had an indescribable resistance to the Miao people.

"Who is your sister? Don't call her that!" Yun Qingyan's voice came out coldly, containing strong anger.

Then, she stared at the boy in front of her with sharp eyes and asked, "Also, how did you get in? Not just anyone can come in here!"

The young man obviously did not expect that Yun Qingyan would be so hostile towards him when they first met.

His face showed an expression of astonishment and confusion, and he was a little at a loss for a moment.

The Miao people are extremely sensitive to the emotional changes of others and can easily capture the slightest emotional fluctuations.

At this moment, he clearly felt Yun Qingyan's deep disgust for him.

But...he has already been very friendly.