Get in Line to Marry Me

Chapter 5

She raised her head, and her eyes were suffused with a sinister smile." Chen Qing, come over a bit." Yan Qinghuan waved her hand like a dog. Shen Weihuan face was slightly stunned, but she still got closer.

In an instant, a trace of a smile flashed across the corners of Yan Qinghuan's lips. He flipped his left hand and pulled out a dagger that was as thin as a piece of paper from the back of his backpack. A bright arc tore through the night sky. With a piercing sound, it cut cut through Shen Weihuan tea-white brocade horn and pressed against the three inches below his waist—a little bit above that important part.

From a distance, he thought that the two of them were hugging each other, except for Shen Weihuan slightly stiff body. The cold night wind took away a few drops of cold sweat from Yan Qinghuan palm. In this imperial palace, she could not believe anyone. The only thing she believed was her own violent methods.

For example, right now, she could do whatever she wanted!

"Don' t move, you know very well that if I move half a minute, the dagger in my hand will also... deviate from the curve that would be beneficial, huh?"

Shen Weihuan was just about to speak when he met Yan Qinghuan cold smile. After a long while... he finally sighed helplessly," Princess... can you make it clear?"

Oh, Yan Qinghuan came back to her senses and quietly wiped the sweat off her hands. Just now, she was indeed a little nervous. After all, she was holding a knife against the beautiful man. Thinking about it, she felt a little blasphemous." Shen Weihuan, to tell you the truth, this one is going to leave the palace to do business tonight, so you lead the way! Remember, don't think about messing around with me. Did n' t you like me? "I' ll give you a chance to show your loyalty. Let's go."

The dagger followed his waist and slashed towards the back of his waist. Yan Qinghuan pressed against Shen Weihuan back of his waist, his petite body was covered by his tall figure, unable to see his expression clearly.

In front of him, a slight coldness appeared on the young man's gentle face like Chang Ri. Yan Qinghuan didn' t notice that his deep and serene gaze was faintly staring at her, unable to see the bottom.

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"What kind of path is this?"

Yan Qinghuan stopped in her tracks. The dagger at Shen Weihuan waist couldn' t help but move forward a bit. She looked around and saw that there was a blinding black light. No matter how she looked, she didn' t seem to be on the way out. She could even faintly hear the sound of twirling leaves and the sound of munching horses.

"On the way out, didn' t the princess want to leave the palace?" In front of her, Shen Weihuan didn' t care about the cold light on his waist. He turned around and looked back with a faint smile in the clear light of the night." If you want to leave the palace, isn' t the best way to go out in this minister's carriage?"

Yan Qinghuan was stunned for a moment. Thinking about it, it was indeed a good idea." It's rare for you to have such a heart." As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered how Shen Weihuan was randomly moving around. She immediately shouted coldly," Turn around, don' t think about my bottom line. Shen Weihuan, you have to understand that even if I kill you here, I won' t be much. Just go to the horse circle!"

"I obey." He returned the salute without losing his bearing.

The Shen Family coachman must have gone out to slack off, leaving behind an empty black sandalwood golden carriage. The horse shook its bright brown horse mane and happily ate the grass. When it saw that Yan Qinghuan and Shen Weihuan were approaching, it happily snorted.

"Where's your driver?" He would not drive a horse, nor would he allow himself to Shen Weihuan out of his control to drive a horse.

Shen Weihuan frowned slightly, and an apologetic expression appeared on Wen Ya's face." The driver of this humble servant's family is lazy and mature. Why don' t you get in the carriage? This humble servant will ride the horse." Seeing that Yan Qinghuan wasn' t willing, he smiled." Princess, don' t worry that you can' t control this humble servant. Please follow me."

Yan Qinghuan followed him to lift the curtain and get into the carriage. Shen Weihuan his slender fingers pressed against the carriage wall a few times, a long and narrow dark pavilion suddenly popped up. Inside the red satin cloth lay a golden light sword. The length of the sword was just enough Yan Qinghuan sit in the carriage against Shen Weihuan waist.

Looking at the sword, Yan Qinghuan almost couldn' t shed tears of emotion. She had seen a stupid hostage who was about to die, but she had never seen a hostage who was so considerate to the robbers!

"Yes, that's right." Yan Qinghuan Gao coldly nodded. The Flowing Light Sword unsheathed its cold light, replacing the short dagger. Yan Qinghuan supported the carriage with one hand, lifted the curtain to a small corner, and said to the Shen Weihuan," Don' t delay. Leave immediately!"

There seemed to be a bit of silence outside the curtain. A moment later, Shen Weihuan asked," Princess... exactly where are you going?"

Yan Qinghuan pondered for a moment. It was already a short period of time, and he wouldn' t be able to find an inn for a while after he left. He glanced at Shen Weihuan white-robed figure's straight back. He was so gentle, so he shouldn' t have done anything to him. He had gone a bit too far just now, so he might as well reluctantly believe him.

"Shen Weihuan, I' m not very familiar with the outside palace. Why don' t you find a place for me?"

Outside the curtain, Shen Weihuan replied respectfully.

The carriage swept past the moonlight. The glazed tile reflected the coldness of the early spring. Within the dark and dark passageway, a carriage slowly drove out. The driver wore a hood, unable to discern his appearance.

"Stop!" The body shook, and then a loud shout from the Golden Gate Imperial Guard came from outside the curtain. He glanced at the completely pitch-black carriage and knew that it was a Shen Family carriage. However, he still approached the curtain and asked," Shen Xiang, I' ve offended you a lot. Please show me your command medallion. Something happened in the palace this night. Your Majesty has ordered that all the carriages in and out be inspected."

Inside the carriage, the sword-wielding Yan Qinghuan's face turned pale. She quietly withdrew her sword from Shen Weihuan waist and was thinking of a way to deal with it when she heard her' driver' outside the curtain speak in a low voice," Milord, don' t worry about it now. If you persist for a while, you' ll be in the manor!"

Yan Qinghuan was stunned when he heard this. However, he hurriedly reacted. Was he trying to pretend to be sick?

"Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo..." Yan Qinghuan immediately fell onto the carriage and rolled. He let out a painful cry as his acting was as pure as fire.

Shen Xiang is sick again? !" The imperial guard on duty was shocked when he heard the sounds coming from inside. It seemed like this situation would not happen again.

When Yan Qinghuan heard this, he shouted even harder and almost shouted a soprano. Shen Weihuan coughed lightly to warn her to restrain herself, he said to the imperial guard:" Milord, please forgive me. At tonight's banquet, my master has a sudden illness. The Imperial Physician in the palace is not the main doctor, so I can only quickly return to the palace to treat him. This servant thinks that master will not have the strength to take out this token."

"Hais——" The guard frowned. He couldn' t help but frown, but in the end, he waved his hand in frustration." Shen Xiang' re in trouble. It's not convenient to delay and disturb me. Let me go!"

The whip tore through the air and bent. The horse let out a painful neigh. The Yan Qinghuan in the carriage did not prepare to lean forward and easily passed the guard. She struggled to get up from the carriage, picked up the sword, and placed it firmly on Shen Weihuan backside.

The clatter of horse hooves swayed between the silent two. The night wind gathered the tassels on the curtains and projected them into the bustling night market of the former Cold Emperor City. After a long while, Yan Qinghuan withdrew his sword and sheathed it. His voice was somewhat hesitant," Shen Weihuan, you... are often suffering from mental illness?"

Hearing this, the person outside the curtain was slightly stunned." Princess... this is the first time you' ve cared about me. I thank you for your concern. It's just an old illness when I was young. There's a resident doctor in the manor, so it doesn' t happen frequently even if you recuperate every day." He covered it calmly, as if he didn' t care about his illness.

An old illness from his childhood? Yan Qinghuan furrowed his brows. Shouldn' t the noble young master of their clan raise his status? Could it be a disease that came from his mother's womb?

Although she wasn' t a doctor, she also liked to keep in good health. After leaving the palace, she Yan Qinghuan relaxed a bit and said," The old illness in your heart, you probably brought it out from your mother's womb, right? Do you sometimes have difficulty breathing, and then your face turns red. You feel that something is blocking your chest?"

Outside the curtain, Shen Weihuan finally glanced behind him. His sword-like brows knit together, and the confusion in his eyes drifted past. He turned around and continued to drive the horse. He said indifferently," It wasn' t born. It was when I was young.... Finally, Your Highness the Princess has arrived."

The horse let out a low cry. After shaking its body a few times, it stopped. When it heard that the inn had arrived, Yan Qinghuan also forgot about the conversation with the Shen Weihuan. It supported the carriage wall and lifted the curtain, intending to get off the carriage.

A pair of slender, jade-like hands suddenly stretched out in front of her. The worn-out hat still couldn' t conceal that person's graceful bearing. Yan Qinghuan shook his head, he finally couldn' t resist the temptation of beauty. His jade finger rested on his slightly cold palm.

His palm felt cold. Shen Weihuan indeed had an old illness, and he had been entangled for a long time!

Yan Qinghuan looked around, satisfied Shen Weihuan considerate. He knew that if he wanted to leave the palace, he naturally wouldn' t be able to stay in the imperial capital's luxurious inn. He was too ostentatious and couldn' t get too close to the imperial palace, but he still had to be remote and safe." Yantai Tower, that's a wonderful name!"

Yan Qinghuan sighed in admiration. Just as he was about to leave, he heard the Shen Weihuan behind him call for her.

"Princess, stay. It's not this room. That Yantai Tower... it's a brothel ···"

Ga?

Yan Qinghuan raised his foot and fell to the ground. He turned around and glared angrily at Shen Weihuan." Brothel! Bold Shen Weihuan! Are you going to sell me? !"

"I don' t dare." Shen Weihuan smiled faintly as he bowed." I have a secluded garden right next to this Yantai Tower. How can a princess' s body be considered a humble mansion? I' m a secluded garden. Although the layout is small, it's still an elegant and hidden place. When the princess is done, I' ll return to the palace."