Quick Transmigration: Male Match Guide

Qiao Xuefei nodded, it happened that she didn't want to stay here any longer, seeing those people's hypocrisy.

She took Ling Wupin back to Lingfei Pavilion, and accompanied Ling Wupin to eat sunflower seeds.

"Are you still used to being in Ruwang's Mansion?" Although she had asked many times, Qiao Xuefei couldn't help asking Ling Wuyi again.

Ling Wuxi nodded: "I'm still used to it."

Seeing Ling Wuyi's serious face answering her, Qiao Xuefei couldn't help grinning again, and asked her, "Do you know what a habit is?"

"……have no idea."

Ling Wuwen fed a melon seed into her mouth, and looked at Qiao Xuefei blankly: "What is a habit?"

Qiao Xuefei froze for a moment, then smiled again.

Maybe it's because she's used to it, she always feels that as long as Ling Wu is by her side, people's hearts will be more stable.

And when Ling Wuwen is not around, she will feel that something is wrong.

"Get used to it~ It means living in a place is very comfortable."

Well, she didn't know how to explain it to Ling Wuming so that Ling Wuming could understand the word 'habit', so she gave an explanation that she thought was easier to understand.

Ling Wuyue let out a groan, and replied, "I live very comfortably."

Mo Ruyu sleeps with Mo Ruyu every night, although Mo Ruyu was very uncomfortable in the first two days.

But Mo Ruyu slept well last night, and seemed to be used to sleeping with someone hugging his arm.

Ling Wuwen was fine, she slept next to Qiao Xuefei when she was not married to Mo Ruyu, but after she married Mo Ruyu, she slept well with someone beside her.

"That's good." Qiao Xuefei said.

"Feifei..." Ling Wuwen looked at Qiao Xuefei, hesitating to speak.

Qiao Xuefei looked at her with some doubts: "Huh? What?"

It is rare to see a time when Ling Wuyue hesitates to speak.

This feeling is a bit weird, as if she is not stupid anymore.

Ling Wu pouted, and asked her with some displeasure: "Will you marry the prince?"

Qiao Xuefei frowned at this question, and she asked Ling Wuwen, "Why do you ask this question?"

Ling Wuwen said without thinking: "Ayu said that the old lady wanted to train you to marry Yiheng. Ayu said that Yiheng is the prince!"

"I don't know what training is... I don't like the prince! I don't want you to marry the prince."

Qiao Xuefei frowned, took Ling Wu's hand, and asked, "When did Prince Ru say that?"

Why didn't she know that the old lady raised her so hard to let her marry Mo Yiheng?

Ling Wuwen blinked her eyes and said, "It's that day!"

That day? It was... the day when Nangong Qinghan wanted to confess his love to her and she slipped away?

Qiao Xuefei approached Ling Wuwen, and asked her in a low voice: "What did Prince Ru say that day? Lingling, please tell me carefully."

Ling Wuyi tilted her head and thought for a while, then told Qiao Xuefei the conversation between Nangong Qinghan and Mo Ruyu that day.

But what she recounted was messed up, and people who didn't get along with her often couldn't understand what she was saying.

Only after Qiao Xuefei stroked it by herself could she understand it roughly.

Through the incoherent words of Ling Wuyi's words, Qiao Xuefei thought about how much the old lady attached to her during this period of time.

It seems... the old lady really meant that!

No, it's not like, that's what the old lady meant!

Nima... She had finally canceled Mo Yiheng's marriage, so she didn't want to climb out of the pit and jump down again!

Besides, isn't Qiao Xuewei already engaged to Mo Yiheng?

This old lady is enough... Even though they are all granddaughters, the one born by Mrs. Cen is not a granddaughter?

"Feifei, you haven't answered my question yet!" Seeing that Qiao Xuefei was preoccupied with thinking about something, Ling Wuxi called her a little angrily.

Qiao Xuefei came back to her senses, looked at Ling Wuwen blankly, and asked her, "Ah? What's the problem?"

"It's the question of whether you will marry the prince!" Ling Wuyi stared at Qiao Xuefei with wide eyes.

Qiao Xuefei smiled and patted her head, and said, "Don't worry, I won't marry the prince."

After receiving Qiao Xuefei's answer, Ling Wuyi seemed relieved, patted her heart, and said, "That's good! I don't like the prince!"

"I don't like the prince either." Qiao Xuefei said.

It's still thanks to Ling Wupin, if Ling Wupin hadn't asked her this question, Qiao Xuefei wouldn't have known what kind of idea the old lady had originally—

The main purpose of returning home was to remind Qiao Xuefei.

Now that the goal has been achieved, Ling Wuxi is in a good mood.

Mo Ruyu didn't stay for dinner in the afternoon, so Mo Ruyu took Ling Wuyi back to Ruwang Mansion.

"What did you tell Feifei?" Sitting on the horseback, Mo Ruyu looked down at Ling Wuwen.

Ling Wuwen raised her head and looked at Mo Ruyu blankly: "What did you say?"

"That's right, did you tell her that the old lady raised her to marry the prince?" Mo Ruyu smiled gently, which didn't match his rough appearance at all.

Ling Wu pouted: "Yes~ I won't let her marry the prince!"

Before leaving, Qiao Xuefei had a few words with Mo Ruyu alone.

Ling Wuwen didn't know what he was talking about just now, but now he knows.

Qiao Xuefei is also a smart person, she thought that since Mo Ruyu knew so well, there must be a way to help her.

She didn't want to sit still, because she could see that Mo Yiheng regretted calling off the engagement after she regained her appearance.

If the old lady asked Mo Yiheng to marry her at this time, Mo Yiheng would definitely be eager.

The old lady didn't have the slightest intention to let Mo Yiheng and Qiao Xuewei withdraw their engagement, and it was impossible to let Mo Yiheng and Qiao Xuewei withdraw their engagement, because their daughters in the Jinnan Houfu couldn't always get engaged and then divorced.

Even so, the old lady still wanted her to marry Mo Yiheng...that is, to make her a side concubine or concubine!

She doesn't even want to be a princess, let alone a side concubine or a concubine!

Qiao Xuefei went to Mo Ruyu and wanted him to help, but it was impossible for Mo Ruyu not to help.

"Don't worry, I promised you that as long as Feifei doesn't want to marry the prince, she won't marry the prince!"

Mo Ruyu raised his hand to touch Ling Wuwen's cheek, but he didn't dare to use force, thinking that Ling Wuwen was too delicate.

He took a handful of peeled melon seeds from his pocket and put them in Ling Wu's hands, and rode slowly on the road.

Ling Wuwen leaned against Mo Ruyu's arms, very leisurely.

"It's good to marry Nangong." Ling Wuyi's sudden remark surprised even Mo Ruyu.

The Nangong that Ling Wuyi was talking about was of course Nangong Qinghan.

Although she told Ling Wuwen about Nangong Qinghan's name, Ling Wuwen only 'remembered' the word Nangong, and then she kept calling Nangong Qinghan Nangong.

Mo Ruyu laughed, her chest began to vibrate.

Ling Wuyi raised her head and looked at him with a puzzled face: "Ayu, what are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing, Lingling, you think the same as I do."