A breeze brushed across her cheek and Ling Qingwan took a deep breath.
"What were you thinking about just now? I called you several times but you didn't respond." An Yi was worried about Ling Qingwan and asked hurriedly.
"It's okay, I was just distracted." Ling Qingwan chuckled, looking indifferent.
After An Yi carefully confirmed that Ling Qingwan was fine, she immediately took her to the lakeside. An old master with a white beard and a dark blue coat stood in front of a mahogany table, which was piled with red ribbons and wooden signs.
"Are you two girls seeking a marriage?" the old master asked in a gentle voice.
"It's not me, it's her." An Yi pointed at Ling Qingwan.
Ling Qingwan was stunned for a moment and turned her head to look at An Yi.
"Oh, it's okay, I'll ask for one for you and Brother Wei Xun." An Yi grinned. Her smile was particularly bright.
She touched Ling Qingwan with her arm, then took the wooden sign and red rope from the old master and handed them to Ling Qingwan.
"Forget it." Ling Qingwan frowned slightly.
Perhaps because she had done this kind of thing to Song Zhiqing in her previous life, Ling Qingwan subconsciously rejected it and always felt it was a bit stupid.
How could a marriage be fulfilled so easily? If the Yue Lao tree was effective, she would not have lived such a miserable life afterwards.
"Girl, if you have a lover, just give it a try. Regardless of whether it works or not, just think of it as a good luck. If you and your lover get married in the future, remember to bring me a glass of wedding wine." The old master had a ruddy complexion, and his eyebrows and eyes narrowed into slits when he smiled, looking very festive.
Ling Qingwan looked at the wooden sign in An Yi's hand hesitantly, but finally took it.
The previous life is the previous life, and the present life is the present life. Didn't she decide to start over from the moment she was reborn? If so, why should she be so tied to the past
Ling Qingwan picked up the brush and wrote her and Wei Xun's names on the wooden plaque, word by word.
Wei Xun's voice and smile flashed through her mind. If he were still in the capital, he would definitely laugh at her and would often bring it up in the future.
"Ling Qingwan? May I ask if you are the second young lady of the Ling family?" When the old master saw Ling Qingwan's name, he immediately became interested.
"Yeah." Ling Qingwan was confused.
"Some time ago, a young man came here and wrote your name on a wooden sign and asked me to keep it first. I will add another person's name later." The old master replied.
Ling Qingwan and An Yi looked at each other in bewilderment. They had never heard of any girl in Dongjing City with the same name as Ling Qingwan.
"Could it be Brother Wei Xun?" An Yi guessed.
It is possible. But Wei Xun is introverted and would think that hanging a wooden sign on a tree to pray for marriage is childish. Thinking of this, Ling Qingwan felt that it was unlikely.
"Master, do you still remember the exact time when that young master came?" Ling Qingwan asked immediately.
"About ten days ago." The old master thought carefully for a moment.
Ten days ago, it could not have been Wei Xun. Wei Xun was already on his way to the border.
"I want to take a look at the wooden sign, can I?" Ling Qingwan looked serious, as if she was going to pull out the person who wrote the wooden sign.
“This…” The old master looked embarrassed.
"Master, please be kind enough to let us take a look. If it turns out that he is the one that Wanwan loves, you will have facilitated a marriage and done a good thing. Not only can we invite you to the wedding, we can even bring you to our house for a banquet!" An Yi acted coquettishly and pestered the master to take out the wooden sign and show it to them.
It really worked. The old master had no choice but to take out the wooden sign from the drawer and hand it to Ling Qingwan.
I saw the three words "Ling Qingwan" neatly written on one side of the wooden sign, while the space next to it was blank.
Ling Qingwan was horrified.
She remembered the handwriting, which was written by Song Zhiqing.
Ling Qingwan had been entangled with Song Zhiqing for half her life and had lived with him under the same roof for many years. How could she not recognize Song Zhiqing's handwriting
What a coincidence.
If the previous life had gone as it was, Song Zhiqing and Ling Chuchu had known each other since childhood and were childhood sweethearts. They were in love with each other, but Ling Qingwan suddenly appeared and stood between them for no apparent reason.
But in this life, why did Song Zhiqing say that he fell in love with her at first sight? What about Ling Chuchu? What about her
The feeling of the unknown made Ling Qingwan feel extremely panicked. She didn't know what would happen in the future. Wei Xun, Song Zhiqing, Ye Yun, she couldn't figure out any of them.
Could it be that the changes I made before disrupted my development path in this life? !
After returning to the Ling Mansion, Ling Qingwan was absent-minded. She did not eat a single bite of her dinner. After washing up, she went back to bed to rest.
Qiao'er was very worried and could only quietly guard behind the door and accompany Ling Qingwan to sleep.
She had a dream.
In the dream, Wei Xun died of a serious illness, and the emperor granted her and Song Zhiqing a marriage. Just like in the previous life, Song Zhiqing caused the entire Ling family to be executed, and her closest brother also died at the hands of her grandfather.
The grandfather had always loved his two grandsons, so how sad he must have been to kill Ling Xiao with his own hands.
"ah!"
Ling Qingwan was terrified and jumped up from the bed.
"Miss!"
Mingyue and Qiao'er heard the noise at the same time, and they pushed the door open and ran to the bed together. Qiao'er hurriedly poured a cup of tea and handed it to Ling Qingwan.
With beads of sweat on his forehead, Ling Qingwan was trembling all over. He picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.
"Miss, what's wrong with you? Did something happen?" Qiao'er choked with tears in her eyes.
"It's just that I'm haunted by a nightmare. It's nothing serious." Ling Qingwan paused for a moment, raised her eyes, and smiled at Qiao'er.
Her cheeks were pale and bloodless, and even though she tried her best to smile happily, she still looked very tired.
When Qiao'er saw this, she felt even sadder.
"I told you it's okay, why are you still crying?" Ling Qingwan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Miss must have been too tired recently, so she couldn't sleep well." Qiao'er looked at Ling Qingwan with eyes full of heartache.
"Ming Yue." Ling Qingwan raised her eyes. "Bring me the tranquilizing incense. I'll use it."
The tranquilizing incense was given to her by Wei Xun, and it had the scent of Wei Xun on it. Whenever Ling Qingwan smelled it, she would always think of Wei Xun. With him around, Ling Qingwan could sleep more peacefully.
The next day, Ling Xiao had just returned to the mansion when he was called away by Ling Qingwan.
Along the way, Mingyue told Lingxiao everything that happened last night. Lingxiao was worried about Ling Qingwan, so he walked faster and faster, and gradually even Mingyue could not catch up.
When he arrived at the Iris Pavilion, Ling Qingwan was squatting and teasing Hongdou. Hongdou had grown fatter and curled up in a corner of the cage, like a small meatball, white and fluffy, very adorable.
"Brother." Ling Qingwan heard the footsteps, stood up and smiled at Ling Xiao.
"What's wrong, Wanwan? Have people in the mansion bullied you again? If you have anything, you must tell your brother and I will take care of it for you!" Ling Xiao grabbed Ling Qingwan's shoulders with both hands.
"I do have something to tell you, but it's not about me." Ling Qingwan looked indifferent, brushed away Ling Xiao's hand, and walked into the room.
Ling Xiao was puzzled and followed him.
"Who is that for?"