Hearing this voice, Ling Qingwan's body suddenly stiffened, her palms clenched tightly, and there was a dark tide in her eyes, as if something was about to burst out, but was suppressed with great effort.
She had taken a detour to Luoan City using the Hongxiu incident as an excuse, so how could she have met him again
Ling Xiao let go of her hand when he heard the voice, so he didn't notice her strangeness. He bowed to the person who came and said, "It turns out to be Mr. Song. Why did you come to this cold and freezing Mobei?"
Song Zhiqing walked out of the inn, saluted him, coughed softly, and said, "I heard that Luoan's ice sculptures are amazing, so I wanted to come and take a look."
He saw the slender figure with his back to him, clenched his fists, smiled at his usually cold face, and asked, "Who is this girl?"
"This is my sister, Qing Wan." Ling Xiao said, not wanting to explain any more to him.
Song Zhiqing didn't ask any more questions, he just bowed to Ling Qingwan and said, "So you are Miss Hou, I am Song Zhiqing."
Ling Qingwan gritted her teeth and didn't let herself kill the man on the spot. She secretly told herself to stay calm. After being reborn this time, she had to plan her strategy and not alert the enemy.
"Wanwan?" Ling Xiao then realized that something was wrong with Ling Qingwan and called her worriedly.
Ling Qingwan pursed her lips, trying to calm herself down, lowered her head and bowed to him without saying much.
When she stood up, her eyes fell on him. He was wearing a moon-white straight-legged gown with a green fox fur cloak. His face was as white as jade, and his pair of slender phoenix eyes were cold and arrogant. His cold temperament was just like when she first met him.
Ling Qingwan's gaze swept across his eyes, met his gaze, then quickly moved away, resting on the bluestone slabs.
Noticing her distant attitude, Song Zhiqing's eyes darkened and he felt sad.
When he woke up and found himself reborn, he was overjoyed. Regardless of his weak body, he urged Changan to ride as fast as he could to Changbai City to wait for her.
After days of running around, his body couldn't stand it. Last night, there was a strong wind and heavy snow, and he finally fell ill. But thinking that he could see her tonight, the bitter medicine tasted sweet to him. Until Chang'an reported that she went to Luo'an City, he was stunned, knowing that if she took that road, the two of them would not meet.
He didn't know what went wrong, but he still rushed here regardless of his health, just wanting to see her early, just like in his previous life. But now she was so cold to him, which made him feel a little wronged.
Ling Xiao was displeased to see Song Zhiqing staring at Ling Qingwan, so he moved his body to block her behind him.
Song Zhiqing came to his senses when he saw this, and realized that his rudeness might have caused his dissatisfaction, so he did not dare to offend this man who loved his sister so much.
He chuckled, "Sister Wanwan really looks exactly like the prince. I wonder if Song could invite you two to go see the ice sculptures together, and we can return to Beijing together tomorrow?"
This title made the brother and sister frown at the same time.
Ling Qingwan lowered her eyes, feeling very irritated. When they first met in the previous life, although Song Zhiqing did not look down on her like others, he also strictly followed the rules of etiquette and kept a distanced attitude, and never said or did anything that went beyond the rules.
How come we are so familiar with each other in this life
"I'm afraid we have to help you with your kindness, sir. We will continue on our journey after lunch." Ling Xiao refused directly, "We brothers and sisters will not delay your journey. Goodbye."
After saying that, without giving Song Zhiqing a chance to speak, he pulled Ling Qingwan into the inn.
Song Zhiqing kept staring at Ling Qingwan's back, expecting her to look back at him, but she never turned back once until she entered the private room.
Ling Qingwan's almost indifferent attitude made him breathless. A fear of losing her surged into his heart, causing him to cough violently.
Changan patted his back and said worriedly, "Sir, let's go back to Beijing. Don't bother yourself anymore."
After coughing for a while, Song Zhiqing retracted his gaze, slowly put the handkerchief into his sleeve pocket, and said, "No, I'm going to see the ice sculptures."
She had begged him for a long time, but he hadn't brought her here. Later, this became a thorn in his heart, tormenting him day and night.
In that life, he asked me a lot, just to let me accompany her, but he rejected them one by one, watching coldly as the light in her eyes extinguished again and again until it never rekindled again.
It was a long time before he realized what he had lost.
Since God gave him a chance to start over, he wanted to pick up those things with his own hands. He wanted to marry her again, love her and protect her, and put all the best things in the world in front of her, and no one could stop him!
In the private room, a large table of food was served. Ling Xiao personally cut the most tender meat from the lamb leg and put it in the bowl in front of Ling Qingwan. Seeing her eating like a little hamster, the anger in his heart finally dissipated a little.
He looked at Ling Qingwan and felt that she was too simple and pure. Thinking of the noble ladies in the capital who admired Song Zhiqing, he raised his head and drank a glass of wine.
After thinking it over, he still felt that he should remind her so that she wouldn't be deceived by Song Zhiqing's appearance.
"Brother, eat this, it's delicious." Ling Qingwan put a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs into Ling Xiao's bowl and tilted her head to look at him expectantly.
She remembered that Ling Xiao liked to eat sweet and sour food.
Ling Xiao looked at her wet eyes like a little wolf cub, picked up the ribs and put them into his mouth, ate them slowly and praised: "It's really good."
He watched Ling Qingwan turn her head contentedly to continue eating. He considered his words for a long while, but when he spoke, his tone changed: "Stay away from Song Zhiqing from now on. I see that he has become more frivolous after not seeing him for a few months!"
Seeing Ling Qingwan's surprised look, Ling Xiao realized that his attitude was too tough, and quickly said, "What I meant is that he called you sister Wanwan as soon as he saw you. It's not proper."
It seems that something is still not right.
Ling Xiao said again: "No, I mean..."
"Puchi—" Ling Qingwan was amused by the way he racked his brains, and her mood, which had just been disturbed by Song Zhiqing's appearance, improved a lot.
Ling Xiao looked at her and smiled, feeling a little helpless. But he also thought her smile was particularly cute. She should be as carefree as a girl of her age. She had been too calm before.
Ling Qingwan laughed enough and poured wine for him personally, saying, "Don't worry, brother. I don't think this Mr. Song is a good person. He is not even half as good-looking as you. I don't like him!"
Ling Xiao was very happy to be praised by his sister. He raised his head and drank the wine she poured, saying, "I feel relieved if you think so."
After thinking for a while, he added, "I feel uneasy if you don't have someone who knows martial arts around you. Mingyue, you should follow Wanwan from now on."
"Yes!" Mingyue stood up, clasped his fists in response, and bowed to Ling Qingwan.
In the previous life, Ling Xiao also wanted to give Mingyue to her, but she refused. Later, she was chased by someone, and Mingyue came out to protect her at the first time. Then she knew that Mingyue had been protecting her secretly. Later, Mingyue put on her clothes to divert the pursuers, and she was able to escape, but Mingyue never came back.