Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

Bi'an was seriously injured, lying on the ground with a pale face and blood all over the ground. Soon someone came with a stretcher to take him away. Before leaving, he asked her worriedly, "Is Miss Nan injured?"

At the moment when Bi Anxian fell down, he was still standing in front of her, opening his arms to protect her.

Anan was still in shock, all her fears came rushing back to her mind at once, and she frantically looked around for him.

Her eyes were swollen, red and hot. She walked around the small courtyard several times unconsciously and suddenly met his gaze. He was talking to a man in official uniform, but his eyes were looking at her.

His eyes were solemn, and it was hard to tell what he was feeling.

Seeing that he was safe and sound, Anan sat down against the haystack as if exhausted. His survival was just as sudden as the catastrophe itself, catching him off guard and leaving him exhausted.

Xuanzhu appeared out of nowhere and paced leisurely beside her, occasionally looking up and snorting, as if mocking her cowardice.

Anan rolled his eyes at Xuanzhu, then slowly stood up, holding onto the haystack.

After he finished talking to the man, he walked straight towards her, turned over swiftly, and sat steadily on the horse's back. Xuanzhu stood there steadily. He didn't speak to her, but reached out his hand and held her against his chest.

The two of them rode together. Xuanzhu paced, avoiding the debris on the ground very accurately, and walked out of the post station leisurely.

The girl who used to walk on tiptoe in the alley with a pair of curious eyes, now rode a tall horse through the city, and just sat stupidly in front of him, standing like a wooden stake. Although she was no longer trembling with fear, she was still dazed. She could only stretch out her hands to tidy up the few strands of her hair that were scattered in the wind, proving that she was still awake.

Despite her best efforts, her hair still brushed gently against his cheek, making him feel itchy and slightly numb.

Her body was very soft, and her back pressed against his chest. The coolness reached his chest through the thin spring shirt, making his heart seem to cool down as well.

Seeing that she remained silent, he asked her, "Are you scared?"

The moment he opened his mouth, he couldn't help but think of her pitifully pulling his sleeve, and even her pale face and frightened eyes on the morning they first met.

really.

He clearly felt her body stiffen for a moment, and she subconsciously reined in her horse. Xuanzhu didn't understand why, so she stopped, and she didn't notice it the whole time.

He had no words to say and could not hide his sadness.

As expected, at the moment of life and death, even a seven-foot-tall man would flee in fear, so how could such a weak and petite woman be as calm as him? She must be feeling annoyed at the moment. If she hadn't met this man, she wouldn't have to witness such a bloody storm in her life.

"Why do so many people want to kill you?" She held it in for a long time before asking him. Her voice was low but clear.

He was stunned for a moment, and even began to doubt his ears. Did he hear it wrongly? She was not complaining or afraid, but angry.

He never expected that she would ask him this.

If he had just asked the question knowingly with a hint of sarcasm, then she was now asking questions with a hint of anger and trying to get to the bottom of things.

Almost at the same time he fell silent, the girl in his arms leaned her head on his chest. The faint fragrance from her body cunningly mixed into his breath. She raised her head, and her two round black eyes clearly reflected his stubbled chin.

He hadn't recovered from the unfamiliar intimacy yet, and was being stared at so passionately, so he just raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at her. He couldn't help but think quietly that he might be crazy, hoping that she would know the answer even if he didn't say anything.

Just, is it possible?

Seeing the expression on his face changing rapidly, Anan stopped asking questions and leaned closer to his arms.

Xuanzhu walked very slowly, as if she was strolling on the path in the woods. She gently closed her eyes and leaned softly on his chest, feeling his vital heartbeat and burning temperature up close. Everything was so real, yet so unreal.

The return journey was long and they were both very quiet, the sound of the wind and the sound of the horses' hooves echoing through the woods.