Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

The guard also saw half of her face and was stunned for a moment.

That face was so shocking that there was no man in the world who wouldn't be moved by it.

No wonder the saint-like Tutor would fall under the pomegranate skirt of this eunuch.

He was fascinated for a moment, as if he had annoyed the Taifu, Feng Shu's knuckled fingers pinched the eunuch's white cheek, turned his face away, opened his thin lips, and spat out cold words with an indifferent expression. :"presumptuous."

I don't know if I said it to him or to the eunuch.

Ji Yan knew that Feng Shu's words were meant for her. Even though she had imagined how Feng Shu would humiliate her, she was still stiffened by his cold words. Her face was whiter than snow, and her eyelashes were filled with tears. She met his cold gaze blankly.

His eyes were like sharp knives, cutting her into pieces, and then Ling Chi in front of everyone.

She was like a plaything in his hands. In front of the guards, Feng Shu's hand deliberately pressed hard on her weak waist...

She fell limply into his arms again, completely losing her strength.

The guard did not dare to look any further and allowed them to pass, promising not to tell anyone what they had just seen.

Feng Shu didn't say anything. He sat upright, neatly dressed, and carelessly kneaded the earlobe of the person in his arms with one hand.

Ji Yan's breathing became rapid and she couldn't hide even if she wanted to.

Unfortunately, the guard didn't know that the "eunuch's favorite" on the Taifu's lap was the thirteenth princess in the palace. He didn't recognize her, and even thought that Feng Shu was flirting with her, and he didn't look at it if it was inappropriate.

The carriage curtain was lowered, the carriage was released, and started to drive again, gradually moving away from the palace.

Ji Yan completely lost hope and her eyes dimmed.

Feng Shu took her off his lap and let her lean on the couch alone.

"Sorry, princess."

Ji Yan gritted her teeth and refused to accept his apology, and cornered herself.

She didn't want to forgive him, and Feng Shu couldn't send her back again. The atmosphere could only be so deadlocked, no one spoke anymore, it was extremely boring.

The carriage had been driving for who knows how long, and Ji Yan fell asleep without realizing it.

When the carriage stopped again, it was at an inn in a small town.

They seemed to have changed another carriage midway. The new carriage was not comfortable, narrow and hard. Ji Yan was almost next to Feng Shu and slept uncomfortably.

Feng Shu took her to the inn to rest before taking her out of the carriage.

Ji Yan had a vague feeling, but her head was dizzy and she didn't open her eyes.

Feng Shu held her tightly in his arms, and she leaned on his shoulder, sleeping peacefully.

Zhao Xi moved the box and escorted Feng Shu into the inn. The genius was bright and there was almost no one in the inn. Ben, the shopkeeper, was dozing off and was awakened by a knock on the door. He went over and opened the door.

I saw a group of three people. One of them was a fairy-like figure, and he was holding a delicate eunuch in his arms. No, it shouldn't be a eunuch, he seemed to be a eunuch's favorite. His face was more delicate than that of a woman, with black hair and snow-skinned skin. He leaned against her obediently. The adult was sleeping in his arms. One of the black boots on his feet seemed to be too big and kept sliding down. The laces tied to the ankles came apart at some point and hung down precariously.

If you want to know how to play, you have to be a master of those people, each one is more beautiful than the other.

The shopkeeper carefully received the distinguished guests.

Two rooms were opened, one for Zhao Xi and one for Feng Shu and the princess.

Ji Yan was gently put on the couch by a pair of hands. She was still conscious in her sleep. Someone was sitting beside her, wiping her face with a handkerchief that had been twisted with water. The movements were very gentle, as if she was something easy. Broken china.

The hard-to-wear eunuch clothes were also taken off and put on soft pajamas. Even the hands and feet were wiped with a handkerchief dipped in warm water. As for the other places, they were not touched, perhaps without permission.

Ji Yan unexpectedly fell into a peaceful sleep. When she woke up, she was in a trance. The surrounding environment was unfamiliar. Her thoughts gradually returned, and she finally realized that she had completely left the palace.

The country was so big that she didn't know where she was, or where Feng Shu would take her, or whether he would take her away from Zhao State to a foreign land.

She couldn't sit still and wait for death.

The incense and medicinal effects of last night seemed to have passed, and she regained her strength, but Feng Shu was not here at this time. She didn't even think about it, wasted no time, and ran out without wearing her shoes. As long as she was still in Zhaoguo, she always ran out. If she could find help, find someone to escort her back to the palace. Perhaps the emperor's uncle had already discovered that she was missing and sent someone to look for her.

Therefore, as long as she escapes Feng Shu, she has thousands of ways to return to the palace.

However, as soon as she reached the stairs, she was hugged by a pair of hands from behind.

Feng Shu lowered his eyes and caught a glimpse of her bare feet, frowned, and then picked her up.

The princess pushed him hard: "Let me go."

Fengshu ignored him and carried her to the room. She was so angry that she opened her mouth and bit his arm very hard, but Fengshu just frowned and kept walking.

Ji Yan returned to the room again and was hugged and sat on the couch by Feng Shu.

Feng Shu gently pressed her shoulders, not caring about the arm that was bitten with blood by the princess.

He said in a calm voice: "A princess shouldn't just put on her shoes and run outside."

Ji Yan caught a glimpse of the blood seeping out of the fabric on his arm, then raised her eyes to look into his dark and quiet eyes, and couldn't help but feel discouraged.

Feng Shu was determined to keep her by his side, she couldn't run away.

"Why do you do this?" She pursed her lips and moved to the inside of the bed.

Feng Shu only said: "I will be responsible for the princess."

responsible?

Responsible again.

What is he responsible for? Have you ever asked her if she wanted it?

"You said you were responsible for me, but you never asked me if I wanted it. You forcibly tied me out of the palace and forced you to be responsible for me. Is this your way of apologizing and atonement? What is the difference between this and a robber? "

Feng Shu calmed down, his face seemed a bit stiff, and he was silent for a long time. He took out a handkerchief from his arms, and Ji Yan recognized it. It was her handkerchief.

The one in Taifu's hand is a little different, it's stained with blood.

She didn't know why, but Feng Shu said: "Before the princess of Zhao Kingdom gets married, a nanny will check her body. If the princess loses her virginity before marriage, she will definitely be severely punished."

Ji Yan was stunned: "What are you talking about? What about losing your virginity?"

"The princess doesn't have to hide it from me. It was my fault that day. If I failed the princess, I should be responsible for the princess."

Ji Yan was stunned for a moment, and finally understood why Feng Shu repeatedly emphasized the word "responsibility". It turned out that he mistakenly thought that he touched her that day.

"You didn't do anything to me that day, and I didn't lose my virginity. It was you who misunderstood."

However, Feng Shu was particularly stubborn and held the blood-stained handkerchief and said, "I didn't misunderstand. This is the evidence."

Ji Yan:? ?

She remembered that the veil was the one she used to wipe Feng Shu's blood. He bit the tip of his tongue. At that time, she couldn't bear it, so she wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief. Unexpectedly, her unintentional move caused such a big misunderstanding, which made Feng Shu so ridiculous.

"That's not my blood."