Chapter 2185： Are you... married?

Zhuang Ruoyun couldn't stay in the palace for too long.

Gu Nuo'er decided to send her halfway.

As they walked on the palace road, Zhuang Ruoyun lamented.

"I believe you are also frightened by Qingge's appearance, right?"

Gu Nuo'er lowered her beautiful eyes with sadness in her eyes: "A good person, why did he suddenly become like this?"

Zhuang Ruoyun shook his head, also expressing confusion.

"I hired famous doctors from all over the world for her, and they all said that she was frightened. Several folk magicians said she lost her soul. I also found someone to do it and call her a soul."

"But I have tried many methods. She drank the keel grass one bowl after another, but it didn't work at all."

Gu Nuoer knew that Ling Qingge's situation was not optimistic.

She seemed really frightened.

However, Gu Nuoer was very puzzled, her own spells didn't work on Ling Qingge either.

The two sighed relative to each other, both worried about Ling Qingge's condition.

Gu Nuoer reassured and said, "Sister Ruoyun, don't worry, I've been here for the past few days, and I'll try to find a way together. I believe that Qingge will get better."

Zhuang Ruoyun nodded in relief.

She said, "By the way, is everything okay with the eldest prince?"

Gu Nuo'er smiled playfully: "It's all good, but it's empty, when will Sister Ruoyun go back to Daqi and see for yourself?"

Zhuang Ruoyun knew that she was making fun of him, but he smiled generously.

She scraped the broken hair behind her ear: "I will go back if I have the opportunity in the future. Now I am all about making money. By the way, Nuo'er doesn't know yet. I also opened some stores in the Western Regions."

Gu Nuo'er was a little surprised: "Sister Ruoyun, you have completely expanded your business."

Zhuang Ruoyun covered his lips and chuckled: "Of course, my ambition is to spread my shop all over the world."

At this time, Gu Nuoer noticed that Zhuang Ruoyun's hair on the temples was the hairstyle of a married woman.

Her red lips parted slightly, and she was stunned for a while, and she couldn't help but ask, "Sister Ruoyun, are you... married?"

"No." Zhuang Ruoyun answered bluntly, and was confused as to why Gu Nuo'er asked that.

Suddenly, she remembered, pointed to her hair, and said with a smile, "Did you see this?"

Gu Nuo'er nodded.

Zhuang Ruoyun said happily, "I did it on purpose."

"deliberately?!"

"Yeah, otherwise, there are always matchmakers who want to kiss me, and a steady stream of men come around and can't chase them away. I'm really annoyed."

Zhuang Ruoyun waved his hand: "So, I just made up a story. I told them that I was actually a widow, and the fortune teller said that I was a husband. I have already killed three husbands."

"So, no one told me about marriage anymore."

Gu Nuo'er was stunned and couldn't help but smile.

"Sister Ruoyun's method is really brilliant. Are you determined not to get married?"

Zhuang Ruoyun's eyes are like the clouds in the sky, unfettered and free.

Between her brows, the self-improvement brilliance of an independent woman is condensed.

"What's the point of getting married? It's not the life I pursue to be a husband and a child. I want to make good money for myself, to be free and to be as wonderful as I want!"

After saying this, both of them saw that Ye Siming was waiting for Gu Nuoer on the corner not far from the palace road.

Zhuang Ruoyun remembered and hurriedly said: "By the way, Nuo'er, I haven't congratulated you yet. I heard that you and Yong Yehou are engaged. I had expected such a day."

Gu Nuo'er was smiling and her face was delicate and sweet.

"Yes, I support Sister Ruoyun's idea, but I don't regret marrying someone I like."

After speaking, the girl said goodbye to Zhuang Ruoyun, and trotted towards Ye Siming with her skirt up.

Zhuang Ruoyun looked at them standing under the tree, Gu Nuoer smiled sweetly and said something to Ye Siming, Ye Siming raised his eyes and nodded slightly to Zhuang Ruoyun.

It was a hello.

Afterwards, Gu Nuoer waved his hand and left with Ye Siming's hand.

A pleasant autumn wind blows.

Zhuang Ruoyun looked at the distant couple.

She gradually murmured: "Maybe, if you choose someone you like and get married, you will be happy, right?"