"Actually, if I have someone I like, it would be good to get married, but I stay at home all day, and I haven't seen anyone else..." Wen Ruoqing complained softly with her chin propped up, making her look more like a little girl. .
Su Li felt that she was very cute like this, so she resisted the urge to knead her, and said, "I will take you out for a walk more often in the future, maybe you will meet someone you like."
"Then I'll hang out with the princess from now on." Wen Ruoqing looked at her with bright eyes, "Does the princess have someone you like, tell me, so that I can avoid it when I see her in the future."
It turns out that this is the point after talking for a long time.
Su Li understood, wondering if her lover turned the corner to inquire? It's a pity that her current identity is Xihe Princess Leng Qingxian, and her favorite is Ji Feiyan, the son of the great general, not Prime Minister Wen.
With a blush on her face in cooperation, Su Li lowered her eyes and said falteringly: "I will tell you when I see him."
Seeing her like this, Wen Ruoqing felt a "thump" in her heart. This shy and timid person has fallen in love... I don't know who her brother's rival in love is, to let such a beautiful and noble princess show such an expression.
The two of them were sitting in the frame with their own thoughts. Suddenly, the carriage shook violently, and then stopped abruptly. Neither of them staggered, unprepared.
As soon as Su Li helped Wen Ruoqing up, Jin'er hurriedly lifted the curtain from the outside, "Princess forgive me, the carriage wheel got stuck in the ditch."
"Nothing." After being helped off the frame, Su Li saw a deep ditch on the side of the road at some point, and the wheels of the car got stuck in it.
This is already in the suburbs, and there are no people around, Su Li frowned slightly, feeling an ominous premonition in her heart.
She looked at the people brought out, all of them were masters, and there were hidden guards given to her by her father in the dark, if she was assassinated...
It's not because she thinks too much, it's just that this kind of plot happens too often, she has to make up her mind...
Fortunately, her imagination did not come true. Speaking of which, the heroine should be the one who wants her to die the most in this world. She probably doesn't have the ability to find an assassin to kill her now.
But the absence of an assassin does not mean that there are no accidents, and this accident is actually the hero Ji Feiyan.
The Ji family has been military generals for generations, and Ji Feiyan is no exception. Now he is in charge of the Imperial City Army, so he can be regarded as a high-ranking and powerful man. Today he originally brought people to catch a group of rogues who had just arrived in the capital, but he unexpectedly encountered the princess's carriage in the suburbs of Beijing.
"See Princess Xihe, the princess is a thousand years old." Ji Feiyan led a large group of officers and soldiers to salute her.
"There's no need to be too polite." Su Li adjusted her state, proud and arrogant.
Wen Ruoqing, who was on the side, looked at Su Li's abnormal behavior and felt a little puzzled, but she didn't think too much about it.
"May I ask where the princess is going?" Ji Feiyan stood up and asked.
"Tingmei Garden in the suburbs of Beijing," Su Li said, "I don't know what business Mr. Ji does here?"
"Princess Qi, the general is ordered to arrest the bandits."
"Rogue bandit? If that's the case, Mr. Ji please do it yourself." Su Li nodded and said.
"No." Ji Feiyan raised his eyes and looked at Su Li, "Princess's safety is more important. There may be bandits here, so I will send the princess to Tingmei Garden at the end."
"Yeah, that's good too. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Ji." Su Li nodded her head kindly.
After going back on the road, Su Li sat back in the car and opened the curtain to see that Ji Feiyan was riding a bay red horse, looking very handsome.
She smiled at the corner of her mouth, and looked at him intently with moist eyes.
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(end of this chapter)