It turns out that Yanran was just helping him find a way out.
Yanran said with a grin, "Don't talk big. They're from the Prince's mansion; my brother can't make that decision. You'll have to work hard yourself!"
Yuanyang had suffered so much before, Yanran desperately hoped that someone would appear and melt the ice in her heart with their passionate love.
Zhao Qing is suitable!
Growing up isn't fun anymore; you have to be careful and consider too many things.
Zhao Qing, a passionate young man with a burning heart and unwavering courage, is like a ray of light that will illuminate all the shadows that have shrouded the Yuanyang in the past.
Zhao Qing solemnly replied, "Your subordinate will certainly do his best!"
"Step down," Linlin said calmly.
After bowing to the two men, Zhao Qing withdrew, and even as he stood under the corridor, he was still overwhelmed with emotion and could hardly contain his excitement.
From now on, he won't have to sneak around anymore!
He can now openly and honestly pursue Yuanyang.
He had originally intended to speak up, but he was afraid that if things didn't go through, it would cause trouble for Yuanyang.
But since Yanran exposed it, he thought it was a good thing.
Linlin glanced at Yanran, her expression unreadable. "What do you want with Lang Xuan?"
"To build rapport!" Yanran said matter-of-factly, "Didn't you marry her?"
Lin Lin said Linlin, "She is the one I want to marry."
"So we need to build relationships."
Linlin seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, her tense jaw relaxing slightly. "She's not bad."
"Of course! How could Big Brother have chosen the wrong person?" Yanran flattered him.
Linlin remained silent.
His choice of her may not be without fault; but within his capabilities, even if he makes a mistake, he can correct it.
Yanran: Tsk tsk, look how much she likes it!
Upon hearing that he had gone to Yuanyang to inquire, he immediately came to speak up for Lang Xuan.
I'm just afraid that Yuanyang will say bad things about Lang Xuan.
Just as I was about to make a joke, I heard Linlin say, "Haven't you been saying you wanted to see the power of gunpowder? I'll take you."
This unexpected surprise almost knocked Yanran unconscious.
She had always wanted to see the power of gunpowder, but both Linlin and Cui Xiaoqiu stopped her.
Why has my brother changed his tune today?
I don't care why! I'll just watch!
Yanran said excitedly, "Okay, let's go, let's go right now!"
Linlin led her to a high platform in the suburbs. As far as the eye could see, there was flat ground and a wide view, but no one could be seen.
"Where's the gunpowder?" Yanran asked impatiently.
"Take your time." Linlin gestured to Zhao Qing.
Yanran looked at Zhao Qing, only to find that the latter had pulled out a bronze gong from somewhere, as if he were about to go perform for money.
Zhao Qing struck the gong.
Linlin stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the north. "Watch closely."
Yanran: I'm looking! But I didn't see anything...
"Boom--" A huge explosion rang out, and a large cloud of black smoke instantly appeared in the north, covering the sky and creating a terrifying scene.
"This—" Yanran was so excited she couldn't speak, "This is the power of gunpowder?"
No wonder my older brother wouldn't show it to her before.
Seriously, the bombing was so intense it made your scalp tingle.
The effect was earth-shattering, truly terrifying.
No wonder the Tatars were so fierce, yet they ultimately fled in utter defeat.
With such a magical artifact, who are we afraid of?
Anyone who disagrees will be dealt with!
Just as she was getting excited, she heard Linlin calmly say, "The gunpowder formula was given to me by Lang Xuan."
He closed his eyes, briefly concealing the emotions within.
That day, Zhao Qing said that Lang Xuan came to see him.
Linlin wondered, should she bring up marriage?
For some inexplicable reason, he agreed.
Lang Xuan followed Zhao Qing in with her head down, her head bowed very low.
Even after a long time, Linlin can still clearly remember the scene.
Bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, a petite girl nervously clutched the hem of her skirt and followed closely behind as they entered.
As she reached the threshold, she carefully lifted her foot, as if she might trip at any moment, like a toddler just learning to walk.
(Lang Xuan: It's not that I'm being overly cautious, it's just that the embarrassing things I did in my past life are etched in my heart and I can't forget them.)
Upon entering, she curtsied, her Ruanruan voice tinged with a hint of sobbing.
Linlin:"..."
He didn't bully her.
He wasn't so repulsive that one glance at him would make you cry.
No, Lang Xuan hadn't even looked up at herself.
Turns out she's a crybaby.
What followed was somewhat chaotic, mainly because Lang Xuan was very confused.
She spoke incoherently, saying many nonsensical things. Linlin seemed to understand, but was actually completely confused by this girl who was jumping from one topic to another.
Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "What exactly do you want to tell me? Just say it."
"I know you won't believe me," "You still believe me," "I actually don't even quite believe in myself"... Linlin's head was really spinning from all that.
Then this naive girl exclaimed in a startling statement, "I know there are spies in the city, and I even know who they are; I possess a magic weapon to defeat the enemy, but I've never used it..."
Linlin looked at her face, which was flushed red, and found it somewhat amusing, but still said calmly, "Sit down and talk slowly."
He even poured her a cup of tea.
But Lang Xuan messed it up. She frantically tried to catch the teacup, but missed, spilling tea all over the small table and wetting her dress...
She looked at him in a panic. "Are you alright? You're not burned."
His Linlin gaze fell on her scalded hands, and he slowly shook his head.
"That's good." Lang Xuan seemed to only realize the pain belatedly, and quickly covered her burned hand with her uninjured hand, afraid that he would see it.
Linlin found the medicine for her, but she remained composed and controlled her emotions very well.
Seeing her clumsily applying the medicine to herself, he said Linlin, "You can continue now."
The cool, refreshing ointment, applied to the burning burn, provided immediate relief.
He's still so kind to the people around him...
However, upon hearing Linlin's words, Lang Xuan froze, staring blankly at him.
Continue?
What did she say?
In Linlin's eyes, the petite girl's eyes were like those of a deer cornered in a desperate situation—innocent yet panicked, clear yet flustered...
But he only said one sentence, asking her to continue.
"What's wrong?" Linlin asked.
The more anxious Lang Xuan became, the less she could remember. The more she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of him, the more uncontrollable she became, and tears were about to stream down her face. "I forgot, sob sob sob..."
Linlin: "... You forgot? I'll remind you. Why are you crying?"
Lang Xuan: I just feel wronged.
Why would someone as foolish as her want to be reborn?
It only made her feel that Zidu make up for her intellectual deficiency.
Moreover, the more he tried to appear clever in front of Yuwen Duo, the less he could actually do it.
She was so wronged!
She didn't want to cry, but some of her tears just wouldn't stop.