The whole world thought I was a victim of [Quick Transmigration]

The cold fingertips touched the side of the neck, causing the memories of last night to flood back instantly. Yan Qingyun's pupils shrank slightly, and he lowered his eyes calmly for a moment.

"...Dear Brother Yun, what do you mean?"

He looked as if he didn't understand what Jiang Mian was asking.

And Jiang Mian stared at his softly rolling Adam's apple, and said softly, "Shen Heyun, the brother-in-law of General Zhen Guo. You just want to marry him."

Yan Qingyun was taken aback for a moment: "Gu has never thought of it like this before."

"Then what were you doing outside last night?" Jiang Mian raised an eyebrow.

"Crown princess, the harem is not allowed to engage in politics," Yan Qingyun was silent for a while, "In the future, you may still be in charge of the Sixth Palace, and every word and deed will be remembered by those who care. Misfortune comes from the mouth, and many things are best not to be delved into."

"Huh?" Jiang Mian paused, and suddenly revealed a very bright smile, raised his hand and choked him by the throat, "Harem? Let me take care of your harem?"

"Cough... Gu means, you, you will be the queen of Gu..." Yan Qingyun was almost speechless, and explained intermittently for a long time, but he didn't answer the point at all.

Was it because of the fear of dying, or because of Jiang Mian's beautiful curved eyes, that made him breathe heavily and almost forgot to think?Yan Qingyun couldn't help thinking.

"And then, you still want to marry the elder brother of the general, the elder brother of Hu Shangshu's family, and the elder brother of Li Zhan Shi's family. I spend all day trying to coordinate the relationship, and you just pat your ass and go to court? "

The thin white and cold fingers shrunk tighter and tighter.

His eyes gradually turned black, Yan Qingyun hastily used some strength, and opened his fingertips little by little: "No, no, cough cough..."

It turned out that this time, Jiang Mian gave him room to struggle.

Suddenly regaining his freedom, he turned his head and panted for a long time before realizing that he hadn't let go of Jiang Mian's hand.

The white wrist held in his palm was so slender and weak, as if it would break with just a slight bend.

It's all dreamlike.

"After that, no matter who you are, you will never marry again?" Jiang Mian suddenly softened her voice and scratched his palm.

Yan Qingyun's heart tightened.

"Well, I'm not married anymore." He replied without thinking, his voice hoarse.

If he dared to answer one wrong sentence at this time, he might really die immediately.

This request was obviously extremely unreasonable, but he was a little happy for some reason.Yan Qingyun closed his eyes, and was about to coax this bad-tempered master more, but Jiang Mian didn't give him a chance.

He watched as Jiang Mian took out a box of make-up powder that she brought as a dowry, and wiped it on the red-stained neck with her own hands, her movements were gentle and careful, and even the smallest traces were completely covered.

That's right, I'm going to serve tea today, so I can't lose my manners in front of my father.

Yan Qingyun didn't expect Jiang Mian to pay attention to this, leaning against the head of the bed and letting him fiddle with it, said in a low voice, "Thank you."

"...I'm still angry."

"Okay, it's all Gu's fault." Yan Qingyun said, and actually smiled.

In the end, Jiang Mian still failed to find out any key information.

It used to be one thing in bed, but now in broad daylight, he didn't want to go too far.

Jiang Mian is very clear that Yan Qingyun seems to be calm now, but in fact, if he takes an extra step, he will feel uncomfortable all over his body.

It's amazing, it's still like this.

No wonder people can sit firmly on the position of prince.

However, the future is long.

In fact, according to the setting of this world, brother's status has always been slightly lower than that of women. Even in the homes of ordinary people, it is difficult for brother to become the main wife, let alone a royal wedding.

But Yan Qingyun was very courageous.

When he was still half a child, he declared to the emperor that he liked his brother, and that he only wanted to marry him as his concubine in the future. He made a fuss for ten days and a half months, turning the palace upside down.

However, Yan Qingyun was the eldest son of the emperor, who was extremely intelligent and loved by others since he was a child. The position of this prince is as stable as a rock.In desperation, the emperor agreed to him.

Thinking about it this way, maybe Yan Qingyun has been attracted to those beautiful boys who have been studying with him since he was a child... Jiang Mian's anger, which had subsided a little, sprang up again.

They were on their way to offer tea, Jiang Mian was wearing a clinking heavy headgear, feeling more and more unhappy, he couldn't help but raised his hand and squeezed Yan Qingyun's waist.

Yan Qingyun's whole body froze as expected.

But he seemed to have misunderstood that Jiang Mian was nervous, so he took the initiative to hold Jiang Mian's hand and softly comforted him: "Later, you just need to salute as usual, pretend to be tired, and then sit quietly. If there is anything to do No, just quietly tug on Gu’s sleeves.”

Jiang Mian withdrew her hand and puffed up her face, "Deng Tuzi."

Yan Qingyun: "..."

So cute, but he dared not say it.

When he came to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Jiang Mian was much more well-behaved, bowing his head upright and saluting the tea, without all the unexpected situations that Yan Qingyun was worried about.

But when the mother in the palace held the red bed sheet and presented it to the queen... Yan Qingyun pursed his lips unnaturally.Jiang Mian seemed to have given him medicine last night.

At least the father, the queen and the queen will not know who is the one who fell into the red.

Only after getting permission to take a seat, Jiang Mian raised his head and looked at the two smiling people sitting in the first seat.

The emperor's temples were already graying, his face was old but firm, and he looked much more decent than the one from the previous world.

The queen's surname is Liu, she is a gentle and dignified woman, she softly told Jiang Mian to be respectful and filial, to know what to do and how to be courteous, and to serve the prince wholeheartedly, which sounds like a routine.

When Jiang Mian responded, the queen added with a smile: "Qingyun has a stubborn temper, if he bullies you in the future, come to the queen mother to help you decide."

"Thank you Queen Mother." Jiang Mian didn't refuse, but directly agreed obediently, causing the Queen to cover her lips and chuckle.

That's right, Jiang Mian has always had a strange physique.As long as he doesn't have the intellectual aura imposed by the plot, he will be especially liked by the elders in the small world every time.

After all, he is good-looking and beautiful, innocent and non-aggressive, even if a little bit of vixen temperament is added in this world, he is still the favorite good boy of the elders.

So there was no need for Yan Qingyun to bother to help him, and the queen even took the initiative to reward Jiang Mian with many things.

What gold and jade bracelets, high-quality cloth and satin, Qing Dynasty Longjing... Jiang Mian obediently thanked him, and when he sat back on the sedan chair again, he found that Yan Qingyun was happier than him.

Jiang Mian couldn't help thinking, what happened to Yan Qingyun, who accepted everything so easily.

There shouldn't be any emotional basis between them.Even if there was, Yan Qingyun never avoided him because of what happened last night, instead he acted as if nothing had happened.

What he didn't know was that Yan Qingyun had already determined in his heart that Jiang Mian was definitely a powerful monster.

Back in the East Palace, Yan Qingyun quickly sent someone for lunch.

But in the blink of an eye, he found that Jiang Mian had removed the heavy headgear and was lying on the bed again, with his back turned to him.

The time to serve tea was too early, and now Jiang Mian was so sleepy that he just wanted to lie down lazily.

Yan Qingyun lowered his eyes and smiled, brought a small plate of sweet pastries back to the bedroom, deliberately bent down and circled the tip of Jiang Mian's nose twice.

"..." Jiang Mian was so incensed that he couldn't fall asleep, she turned around and stared at him.

"You didn't eat much yesterday. Eat your lunch before going to bed, huh?"

"I'm fed up with you." Jiang Mian still didn't want to talk to him.

Yan Qingyun was silent for a while, then simply hugged him with the quilt on, and put him on his lap: "If you are lonely again, you must eat well."

Seeing that Jiang Mian didn't speak, Yan Qingyun said warmly again: "The small kitchen has stewed nourishing chicken soup, specially made for you. It has been simmering since this morning, and the taste should be just right."

"……Um."

Jiang Mian finally agreed.

It was not easy to stew soup in ancient times. The little maid had to keep an eye on the fire all the time. For such a long time, she might be too tired.Since it was stewed for him, let's drink it all.

But at the dinner table, Jiang Mian didn't ask his servants to serve him, he was not used to it.

Yan Qingyun didn't seem to care about the rule of eating without talking, so he brought some food for Jiang Mian, and after deliberating for a while, he said, "Today, Imperial Physician Wang came to ask for Ping'an's pulse, let him show you too."

"why?"

"Cold hands and feet, drowsiness and drowsiness, lack of energy..." Yan Qingyun carefully listed, "Crown Princess, Gu is very worried about your body."

Of course, Yan Qingyun was also a little curious, whether the imperial physician could find out that Jiang Mian was a goblin by taking his pulse.

But Jiang Mian frowned and refused directly.

Why in every world does the wife ignore the facts and force him to think that he is weak?

Not long after lunch, Imperial Physician Wang came over with a medicine box.

With white hair and white beard, he took his pulse tremblingly, but suddenly his face was solemn, saying that Yan Qingyun was a little weak and tired and needed to nourish himself.

Yan Qingyun: "..."

Although he has been thinking more recently, it's not like that... How terrible was it last night that he was diagnosed with a weak pulse overnight?

According to the prescription prescribed by Imperial Physician Wang, Yan Qingyun silently poured a large bowl of extremely bitter medicinal soup.

Then he thought, Jiang Mian must not be willing to drink such a bitter medicine.

But Jiang Mian's hands were indeed extremely cold, lightly stroking the side of his waist could make the chill seep in from the outside to the inside, making him shiver uncontrollably.

At the very beginning, Jiang Mian was obviously just venting his anger.

It wasn't until later that he became interested that he really felt some warmth from Jiang Mian's body...

Yan Qingyun couldn't believe it, he actually dared to review what happened last night, and even repeatedly analyzed what Jiang Mian was thinking at that time.

After forcing himself to relax, Yan Qingyun took a few more sips of hot tea to confirm that Jiang Mian had fallen asleep before returning to the study to review the memorial.

The emperor had already let him gradually participate in the government affairs, and approving memorials was the most leisurely job among them.After all, most of the officials are used to presenting greeting papers, asking how the emperor slept and how his appetite is... Fortunately, because of this big wedding, morning classes were suspended, so Yan Qingyun had some free time.

But he is still very busy, and Li Zhan has long been waiting outside to talk about things.But when Yan Qingyun thought about what Jiang Mian had said in the morning, he couldn't help but pause again, and asked seemingly casually before talking about the serious matter: "Li Zhanshi, how old is your brother now, is he married?"

"This..." Li Zhanshi was swept away by Yan Qingyun's indifferent eyes, and he was a little panicked, "His Royal Highness, there is only one only daughter in the lower official's family. Where did this brother... come from?"

"Oh? I probably remembered it wrong." Yan Qingyun picked up the teacup unhurriedly, skimming off the foam, "Forget it, let's get down to business first."

He always felt that Jiang Mian would not lie to him.

It's better to keep an eye on Li Zhan for the time being.

When the sun was low, Yan Qingyun returned to the bedroom and found that Jiang Mian was still sleeping.

The white side face was marked red by the jade pillow, he reached out and hugged the quilt tightly, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was still angry in a dream.

A faint smile flashed across Yan Qingyun's eyes.

His dauphine is actually quite interesting.In this same imperial palace all day long, Jiang Mian's appearance is too fresh.

It just hurts.

And Jiang Mian would only show a little tenderness to him when he was not awake.

It seems that even goblins are very concerned about being left alone in the wedding room on the wedding night...

Yan Qingyun felt inexplicably relieved.The more Jiang Mian gets angry with him, the more he can explain that he, Yan Qingyun, is not an insignificant person, and will not be discarded by Jiang Mian when he gets tired of playing with him.

In a short time, he will not lose his life.

Besides, last night he did something wrong.Yan Qingyun didn't have the slightest thought of rebuttal.

After her heart settled down, Yan Qingyun boldly hugged Jiang Mian again.

"...Huh?" Jiang Mian looked sleepy, looking quite confused.

He leaned limply on Yan Qingyun's body, defenseless and at the mercy of others, just pulling the quilt and refusing to let go.

Yan Qingyun looked at him, was quiet for a moment, lowered his head and kissed the soft side of his face, and then quickly moved away calmly: "Go for a walk before the sun goes down?"

"Oh." Before Jiang Mian could react, he agreed in a daze.

When Yan Qingyun quietly helped him comb his hair, Jiang Mian was still half asleep and half awake, complaining coquettishly: "Prince, your pillow is so hard, it's uncomfortable to sleep on."

"so what should I do now?"

"A soft fabric with goose feathers sewn inside, or cotton. The softer the better."

"Well, I know."

Jiang Mian narrowed her eyes and yawned, her voice became softer: "Good boy."

And Yan Qingyun... endured it for a long time before he picked him up and kissed him a few more times.

As expected of a monster.

When Jiang Mian gradually woke up, he found that he had been walked to the vicinity of Yueqiao by his arms.

There are no more lotus flowers in the pond in autumn, leaving only a bleak dead branch, which has a melancholy flavor under the setting sun.

Yan Qingyun deliberately took a small stove with exquisite workmanship, and asked him to warm his hands, and at some point, he asked the maid to wrap him in a velvet robe.

The robe was also dark black, warm and soft, with four-clawed golden dragons embroidered on the cuffs, which was exactly the same color as the ordinary clothes Yan Qingyun was wearing today.

"Prince, why don't you need a heater?" Jiang Mian was curious.

The weather is getting colder, and Yan Qingyun still wears such thin clothes all day long... Although he looks taller and taller, Jiang Mian can't help but suspect that he has been frozen to death.

"Are you worried about Gu?" Yan Qingyun smiled, took his hand and put it on the dantian, letting him feel the faint brewing heat, "Gu is born with internal strength, not afraid of severe cold."

He once wore single clothes and stood in the blizzard for three hours.

Yan Qingyun has never said anything about being born with internal strength.If it is said, it may make those who ignore the Tao lose their voices in amazement, wishing to kill him while he is young.

But Jiang Mian withdrew her hand again and puffed up her face, "Deng Tuzi."

Yan Qingyun: "..."

He figured it out, Jiang Mian can take the initiative to touch him, but he can't take the initiative to touch Jiang Mian.

This matter must be resolved as soon as possible.