Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

Chapter 750 The delicate princess is trapped in the Shura field 15

There was no Feng Shu in the carriage, and no one in her palace seemed to notice anything unusual, otherwise the news should have reached her long ago.

After Fengshu woke up, he should have found an opportunity to leave. He was not dead. Ji Yan couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Her whole body suddenly lost all strength. When she got off the carriage, her soles became weak and she almost fell. It was Yin Yu who caught her. He picked her up and took her into his arms.

Ji Yan leaned on his shoulder and suddenly felt extremely tired.

She leaned against Yin Yu quietly, her feet were soft and stepped on the embroidered shoes. The shoes were not worn properly and were deformed by the trampling. The soft socks were piled on her ankles, exposing a section of her shiny ankle bones.

"Princess..." Yin Yu's voice was slightly hoarse, and she couldn't help but feel distressed.

Ji Yan leaned in his arms and couldn't help but recall what she had experienced during this period. As a princess, she had no freedom, let alone the so-called right to choose. And her strength was meager and she could hardly compete with fate, but she always I felt that there were other ways for things to turn around. It shouldn't have been like this, and it shouldn't have turned into this cage-like predicament.

But the only best way she can think of right now is to just accept the situation as it comes.

Cultivate a good relationship with General Qi, and then marry into the general's mansion. If they can sing harmoniously... no, as long as they can respect each other as guests.

"Yin Yu, can you carry me back?" Her voice was a little tired.

Yin Yu didn't say anything, he just hugged her sideways obediently.

The embroidered shoes on the princess's feet fell off and the socks became looser. Ji Yan did not ask him to take care of the embroidered shoes and only let her carry her back to the bedroom.

When she was placed on the couch, the stockings on the princess's feet had fallen to her toes and were hanging precariously.

Ji Yan didn't care. She said "thank you" to Yin Yu, hugged the quilt and slept again. She didn't sleep well last night with Pei Jie around, and she had many troubles, so she couldn't even sleep. Considered stable.

So I spent the whole morning catching up on sleep, and didn't get up until noon.

After freshening up, Ji Yan had lunch, and then was told to go to the school grounds. General Qi entered the palace in the morning. When he learned that Ji Yan was not awake, he did not disturb her and asked the people in Ji Yan's palace to wait for the princess to get up. Then go and send the message.

Ji Yan was so sleepy that she forgot that Qi Heng would come to the palace today to cultivate a relationship with her. After hearing this, she straightened up her appearance a little and followed Yin Yu to the school grounds.

Ji Yan saw Qi Heng on horseback. The young general was wearing a dark red cross-collar robe, with a maroon horse on his crotch. He was familiar with the art of riding a horse, and it was like a gust of cold wind passing in front of Ji Yan.

As if he had discovered her, Qi Heng tightened his grip on the reins, rolled over, and came to Ji Yan.

"I have met the thirteenth princess." Qi Heng bowed to Ji Yan imitating the behavior of a civil servant, and then raised his eyes to look at her. The young man's lips were red and his teeth were white. At this time, he said a little cautiously, "Did you scare the princess just now?"

Ji Yan shook her head and said, "The general is amazing."

These words were not meant to please and flatter, Ji Yan felt from the bottom of her heart that Qi Heng was as comfortable as the wind when he was riding on the horse, and the eye-catching red on the school grounds was like a rare flash of color in this deep palace.

Hearing this, Qi Heng showed his white teeth at her. General Qi Heng was also different from Ji Yan's imagination. She originally thought that the generals on the battlefield were all powerful and thick, but Qi Heng looked very similar at first glance. Civil servants are like Tan Hwa Lang, who passed the exam this year, but when you get along with him, you can feel the tension of a military attaché. He is free and unrestrained, without the scheming and intrigues between civil servants.

Maybe it had something to do with his youth, but no matter what, Qi Heng was easier to get along with than she imagined, and today's meeting was a good start.

Qi Heng asked her again: "Can the princess ride a horse?"

Ji Yan shook her head. Regardless of whether she could do it before, she couldn't do it now, and she had no memory related to it.

Hearing this, Qi Heng brought the bay-red horse over. Ji Yan felt strange. Her dark and moist eyes stared at the horse that became obedient under Qi Heng's restraint without blinking. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand, thinking I touched it but didn't dare to actually touch it.

Qi Heng could not help but move slightly closer to her. The dark red hem of his clothes touched Ji Yan's apricot-colored skirt. When talking to Ji Yan, his voice lowered a bit: "She is very good and won't hurt others. Princess can do that." Go touch her."

With Qi Heng's words, Ji Yan boldly stretched out her hand, and her daughter's soft palm touched the horse's shiny hair. Her stroking movements were very gentle, her face was focused and serious, and her eyelashes were as dense as two small fans. Covered densely.

Qi Heng turned his head and looked at her, feeling a little soft in his heart for no reason.

"Princess, do you want to try it?" he asked in a low voice.

"Ok?"

Ji Yan raised her eyes and looked towards Qi Heng.

Riding a horse? She may not be able to do it.

Qi Heng said: "I can teach the princess. Does the princess want to learn?"

Ji Yan hesitated for a moment and then nodded to Qi Heng. She wanted to give it a try.

The young man smiled, the smile on his face was bright and heartfelt. Ji Yan had almost never seen such a knowing smile in the palace. It was warm, empowering and contagious.

She couldn't help but stare blankly, her eyes unable to focus for a moment. When she realized what she was doing, Qi Heng bent down and moved his cheek close to her, almost touching the tip of her nose. The young man's eyes were clean and dark. When he saw that she had come to her senses, he looked at her again. Smile.

"Princess, do you need my help?"

Ji Yan came back to her senses completely and couldn't help but look away. She lowered her eyes and shook her head. Then she took a step forward. She held the reins with her thin white hands and stepped on the stirrups. It was a little difficult, but she still managed to get on the horse. After just this movement, I was already panting, my body was lying on the horse's back, and I was trying to breathe evenly.

After she sat down, Qi Heng also got on his horse and sat behind Ji Yan.

The young man's warm body was close to him and his breath came from behind, making Ji Yan's body stiffen and her breathing became fainter.

"This is how a princess should hold her hand."

Qi Heng's arms came around her side, took her hand, and taught her how to hold the reins. The temperature of his body was very high, which made Ji Yan's fingers feel cold, but the places where he touched her quickly became cold. Got the heat.

It's a bit too fast... Ji Yan couldn't help but think, but they have already been given the gift of marriage. Looking at it this way, it doesn't seem to be too fast. Sooner or later, he and Qi Heng will become closer. Compared with what will happen now, It doesn't matter if you get up.

After thinking about it clearly, Ji Yan said "yes" and held the reins.

Qi Heng also taught her the essentials of riding a horse. She silently memorized it, and her legs unconsciously tightened the horse's back.

Although she was ready, when the riding whip waved by Qi Heng fell, the horse under his legs shot out like an arrow from the string, catching people off guard. The wind seemed to have taken shape, and it hurt Ji Yan's face. His hair was blown away, and he didn't dare to move. He bit his lip tightly, and the fingers holding the reins turned white.

After Qi Heng noticed her stiffness, he couldn't help but slow down his horse.

The Thirteenth Princess' long eyelashes trembled slightly. After shedding her strength, her fragrant body completely leaned into his arms.