Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

The carriage drove all night. When the sky was dimming, Fengshu abandoned the carriage and took the princess down. The official road was not allowed, so he could only walk on foot.

When Zhao Xi set off this time, he changed his boxes into baggage, carrying large and small bags on his back.

Ji Yan just woke up and her eyes were still a little sore. When she heard that Feng Shu was about to carry her, she shook her head and walked on her own instead of letting him carry her.

But the journey was long, and Ji Yan had never traveled such a long distance. In the past, wherever she went in the palace, there were means of transportation, and even the means of transportation were arranged very comfortably. She had hardly suffered.

Her feet seemed to be worn out, but she didn't say a word. She was very stubborn in a certain way and didn't want Feng Shu to carry them.

It wasn't until her feet hurt so much that she realized why she should torture herself and just be a villain. Since he kidnapped her from the palace, he should have thought of this day, right?

No matter how hard Feng Shu suffered, he still deserved it, so why should she pity him.

So she reached out and grabbed his sleeve and ordered: "My feet hurt, please carry me."

She obviously spoke with a cold voice, but her tone was too soft and lacked any intimidation.

But fortunately, Feng Shu listened to her and knelt down, letting her lie on his back.

Ji Yan lay down, but even though Feng Shu carried her on his back, her feet still ached.

She didn't say a word, and she didn't tell Feng Shu that her feet might be bruised.

They rested many times during the journey. Ji Yan ignored Feng Shu the rest of the time and was as quiet as a decoration.

There was a village nearby. Feng Shu did not take her there first, but put her down and asked Zhao Xi to take out the bottles and jars he carried in the bag. Ji Yan took a look and saw that they were her daughter's household cosmetics, but they didn't seem to be the same. Too same.

She didn't care much and sat alone on the stake in a daze.

The woods were very quiet, too quiet. It was exactly the same as the feeling it had given her in the town before. It also made her feel weird. But when she looked at Feng Shu and Zhao Xi's expressions, they didn't seem surprised.

Ji Yan didn't want to talk to Feng Shu, so she took the time to ask Zhao Xi: "Don't you think the woods are a bit too quiet?"

Zhao Xi was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "It's a little quiet now. Maybe it's because the trees were planted by people. They just became a forest and there aren't many small animals."

This explanation was too far-fetched, but Zhao Xi didn't seem to think that the quietness of the woods was something worthy of concern. Ji Yan had no choice but to stop talking about this topic. Maybe she was too anxious, so she felt something was wrong at the slightest sign of disturbance.

Ji Yan no longer thought about it, she lowered her head and stared at the ground in a daze.

He raised his head inadvertently and was stunned when he saw Feng Shu's face.

He changed his face.

The original face was shocking and eye-catching in the crowd, but the new face was ordinary, with a black mole on the tip of the nose, thick eyebrows, rough and ugly, and the first thing she saw was Eyes, almost did not dare to recognize.

Then Zhao Xi also changed his face, and it was also an ordinary face that would not attract attention in a crowd.

They all changed their faces, except Ji Yan.

Feng Shu picked up the bottles and jars and walked towards her, "Princess, I need to cover your face."

Ji Yan knew what he meant. When they went out like this, they would be ostentatious wherever they went and could easily be discovered. By disguising themselves, they could avoid being traced by officers and soldiers, and the common people would not be able to recognize them.

She didn't refuse and nodded in agreement.

Ji Yan originally thought that Feng Shu would paint her ugly, just like them, but Zhao Xi took a bronze mirror and took a look at her, and a delicate young face was reflected in it.

Feng Shu didn't know where he learned the skill. After applying it a few times on his face, he felt like he was a different person.

Although the new face is delicate, it does not look feminine at all. It will not make people think of a woman. She is not tall, and it will only make people think that she is not yet fully developed and is still growing.

After changing their faces, they continued on their way. They were going to stay in the village tonight.

The residents of the village seem to be afraid of getting into trouble and are unwilling to accept outsiders easily.

Feng Shu carried her on his back and knocked on the door from door to door until it was completely dark, and finally someone was willing to take them in.

They were taken in by a pair of old people, about sixty years old.

It was pitiful for the old man to see them knocking on doors from door to door. One of them was carrying a delicate young man on his back. The young man was too thin, with a pale and delicate face. He looked malnourished and seemed to have not had a hot meal for a long time.

Feng Shu carried the princess on his back and said: "Auntie, my brother and I went to Beijing to take the exam. We failed and almost spent all our money. Now we have no choice but to return home. However, the journey is long and there is no hope of return. I am really ashamed."

"It's not easy to take the exam. You two brothers don't have to be too sad. Just return home as soon as possible, study hard for a few more years, save up in the next year, and then go to Beijing to take the exam. Maybe you can win the top prize."

Ji Yan lay on Fengshu's back and did not speak. What she knew was that Fengshu took the imperial examination at the age of seventeen and won the first prize. He became famous and caused a sensation in the world.

Nowadays, he is pretending to be famous as Luosun Shan, but he has a certain appearance.

There was only one empty room in the old man's home. There was originally another room, but that room was full of debris and couldn't be cleaned out at the moment. Feng Shu didn't bother the two old people anymore.

Naturally, the only room was reserved for the princess. Feng Shu made a floor bunk in the room and stayed by her side, while Zhao Xi made a floor bunk outside and slept close to the door. Noticed for a moment.

The environment in the village is no better than a palace or an inn. The walls are made of loess and straw. Although there is a gauze curtain on the bed, Ji Yan still feels prickly when she stretches out her arm and touches the wall.

Feng Shu knew that he had wronged her, so he gave her the quilt he used to spread under him and let her lay it under him.

Ji Yan still resented him, so she didn't stop him.

She asked him to stay away from her, so Feng Shu stayed away from her and wrapped himself in a quilt.

Ji Yan couldn't help but think that she had never suffered hardship in the palace, and the Taifu should have never endured hardship either. There was a huge gap between now and the past. Ji Yan wondered if he had ever regretted the decision he had made.

Thinking like this, she raised her feet to get on the bed, and when her feet touched the quilt, she couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

When she raised her head, she didn't know when Feng had walked over.

His fingers also reached out and held her ankle, "Where is the princess injured?"

Ji Yan didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but when she raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of his cold and worried eyebrows, she was stunned for a moment, then she stopped getting angry and told him truthfully: "My feet hurt."

After Feng Shu heard this, he took off the socks from her feet without her permission, and found a little blood on the socks.

Ji Yan was slightly startled. She had not noticed the blood stains on her socks before. She thought it was not that serious...

Her feet were held by Feng Shu, and she lowered her head to see that her heels were rubbed red, and the soles of her feet seemed to have blisters. The blisters had already burst, and a little blood flowed out, and they dried slightly.

Ji Yan herself was a little surprised. She just felt pain today, but she couldn't bear it.

Feng Shu went to get the medicine and gave it to her.

Ji Yan did not resist his touch anymore. She lowered her head and looked at him for a long time, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you regret it?"

Feng Shu was stunned for a moment and raised his head, his dark eyes reflecting the princess's beautiful and stubborn face.

The princess asked him: "Do you regret it? I can't bear any hardship, and my body is very delicate. If you take me away, you must serve me like a slave all the time and endure my delicateness."

"Do you regret it? Feng Shu."