No script time travel, the general helped me rise to the top

Yangyang let out a long sigh and adjusted her hair bun. Xiaotao saw this and got out of the car first to help Yangyang!

Yangyang had no choice but to get off the carriage politely, lowered his head and bowed to the young marquis and General Tang, "Hello, young marquis, hello, General Tang!"

"Humph! In the past few days since we last met, Miss Xue has found something new to entertain herself?" The young marquis twirled the folding fan in his hand and said playfully, "The opera at Qingping Hall is really good!"

Although Yangyang lowered her eyes, she still understood the meaning of the young marquis's words. It meant that he heard everything she said just now.

I should have parked the carriage farther from the gate.

This way we won’t run into the young marquis and General Tang’s carriage here.

"Young Marquis is joking! Ahem!" Although I love watching TV, I also want to listen to some music or something! But!

Today, the more I look at it, the more I feel that life in ancient times had to be more disciplined.

Besides, this was at the gate of the imperial city. I had seen the majesty of the royal family before. They would beat people with sticks at any time. I wanted to live longer, so I thought about changing the subject.

"The young marquis and General Tang must be busy with official business! I won't bother them anymore!"

Yangyang was about to turn around and get in the car.

"Hey! What are you talking about, Miss Xue? You're not going to the Crown Princess's Flower Banquet today?"

"This..." Yangyang still lowered her head, looking at Tang Yuwei who had been silent at the side. Now was an awkward moment. She didn't want to go to that hairpin flower party in the first place! "It's not appropriate for a minister to observe mourning!"

"Those are all old sayings that were established decades ago. Our Great Pu Country doesn't have such enforced rules now. When did Miss Xue become so disciplined?"

The young marquis took a big step towards Yangyang, getting closer and closer to her, "What you said in the car just now is not so polite!" Seeing that Yangyang remained calm and silent, the young marquis wanted to get closer.

Tang Yuwei walked forward and held Yangyang in his arms. Yangyang was startled and looked up to see the burning in Tang Yuwei's eyes. He slowly raised his drooping hand and put it on his chest, "So, so open?"

"You just said that in the car, wasn't it me?" Tang Yuwei said seriously.

Yangyang thought it was funny and laughed out loud.

Tang Yuwei looked serious, "What are you laughing at?"

"If you think so, then so be it!"

With such enthusiasm, Yangyang felt a little uncomfortable!

"General Tang, Young Marquis!" A female official suddenly walked out of the imperial city. "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has specially ordered his subordinates to come and greet you two. The carriage is inside. Please come in!" The female official pointed inside the city with a calm expression on her face!

Yangyang wanted to push Tang Yuwei away, but Tang Yuwei grabbed her hand and held it tightly.

"General Tang, the female official is here to pick you up. I won't join in on the fun!" Yangyang struggled to break free, but was no match for Tang Yuwei.

He turned around and leaned closer to Yangyang, "Didn't you receive the post?"

Yangyang understood that the post in Xue Qingqing's hand was indeed for her, but so what? Yangyang met Tang Yuwei's gaze and raised her head, "I just said that I am in mourning!"

"You don't have to be shy and hide from me. My feelings are your feelings! Come in with me!"

Originally, Tang Yuwei was still a little unsure of what Yangyang meant by that sentence last time, but after hearing what he heard outside the carriage just now,

He could then be more certain that Yangyang's feelings were just like that hairpin.

Yangyang frowned, how could this guy be so confident!

The young marquis looked at the two of them tactfully, and got on the carriage early.

The female official watched Yangyang and Tang Yuwei awkwardly standing there for a long time without making any noise, and then kindly reminded them, "General Tang, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess have been waiting for a long time!"

When Yangyang heard the words 'waited for a long time', she immediately stopped being shy and said, "Go quickly, I don't want to be beaten with a stick!"

Before leaving, he waved to Xiaotao, indicating that she should wait outside!

Xiaotao just had a mouthful of dog food, and now she can finally relax!

After getting on the carriage, Yangyang wanted to sit alone in a corner, but Tang Yuwei looked at the way the young marquis looked at Yangyang and refused to let go of Yangyang's hand. Yangyang had no choice but to sit stiffly beside Tang Yuwei and dared not move.

"Tang, General Tang, are you sick today?" Yangyang lowered his eyes and whispered softly, with a frown on his lips, but he couldn't pull his hand away from Tang Yuwei's grasp.

"General Tang, can't you see that Miss Xue doesn't want to sit with you?"

The young marquis sat opposite, holding a folding fan on his legs and looking at Tang Yuwei with an unhappy expression, his eyes always wandering around Tang Yuwei's hand holding Yangyang's.

All he could think about was what Yangyang had said to him that day in the other courtyard: "Young Marquis, do you really have to look down on yourself like this?"

For so many years, everyone looked down on him and regarded him as a bastard.

No one really asked him,

Only Yangyang, only Yangyang could see clearly the pain in his heart!

Yangyang can only be his, he swore secretly in his heart!

"This has nothing to do with you." Tang Yuwei stood up, lifted up the hand that Tong Yangyang was holding, and held it in the air, saying with a look of offering a treasure, "Yangyang is my wife, so why not?"

"Ahem!" Yangyang's mouth drooped, not sure what the situation was. Two men chasing one woman in the old days? That was too cliché! "General Tang, I just feel a little pain in my hand! Can I?" Yangyang said aggrievedly, looking at the hand that was held and turned a little white.

Tang Yuwei finally came out of his mood of offering his treasure and loosened his grip on her hand. "Yangyang, does it hurt?"

"Well! Just let it go."

Yangyang held her wrist with one hand and shook her muscles with the other. Seeing the concern on Tang Yuwei's face, she was a little uncomfortable.

Then he put his hand on Tang Yuwei's forehead and tested the temperature. "General, are you still sick today?"

"No!" Tang Yuwei smiled, as if an iceberg had just melted. He took Yangyang's hand from his forehead and asked, "Were you hit by the wind that day? Did you drink ginger soup when you got home?"

Oh my god! Is this a miracle or is this a soul leaving the body? How come Tang Yuwei seems to have become a different person?

Yangyang was puzzled. She had not been as frantic in "confessing" to him as before during this period.

Why did he suddenly become like this!

Thinking about the last time, I exchanged my expensive hairpin for him just for a few bowls of noodles. Now I feel a little regretful!

"I didn't catch a cold! General, I was worried!" Yangyang didn't dare to look into that deep and fiery eyes anymore, for fear that she was obsessed. So she turned around with a panicked heartbeat and sat quietly with her eyes down.

"Yangyang! You..."

The young marquis couldn't bear to watch it any longer, "Are you guys done yet?"