Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

For several days, Fan He and Zhao Yue stayed in the border town.

The imperial court did issue an imperial decree to find the princess, but Tong Xiyuan was fearless and let Zhaoyue stay here without worry.

What is strange is that even though it has been so long since the new ruler was replaced and the original peace talks have been torn up, the other side has not made any harassing or offensive moves.

Tong Xiyuan was afraid that the other party was cheating, so he did not dare to act rashly to retake the original city. He dragged Fan He to study the map, city and military books every day.

But there will come a day when you can no longer bear the research.

That day, Tong Xiyuan closed his military book, pushed Fan He aside and said, "My lord, you have changed two kings in Zhicao. It's time for you to go back and fight for the throne."

If he remembered correctly, the power this man secretly built was very large, and it was with the help of these forces that he regained the throne in this world line.

Fan He opened the military book again unsatisfiedly, "I don't want to go."

"No," Tong Xiyuan said, "You go and pick up Zhi Luo. I don't want to stay in the barracks anymore."

It is inconvenient to do anything here, Tong Xiyuan wants to go back. If Fan He can get Zhi Luo, then he won't have to stay and fight.

"It's a life-threatening situation to seize power," Fan He asked sadly, "Yuan Yuan, are you willing to give it up?"

Tong Xiyuan said he was willing to do so, and after thinking for a while he added: "I believe you." The power behind it.

With just one sentence, he successfully drove Fan He away.

Next, Tong Xiyuan lived a rare leisurely life while waiting for good news from Fan He.

But four days later, he received the news that the new king of Zhiqiao was leading the army in person.

Zhao Yue slammed the table and stood up, thinking of what Fan He said a few days ago, "It's over, it's over. That new king has bad intentions and is definitely here to steal my fifth brother."

It’s her fault. She was so busy crying that day that she forgot about such a big thing.

Mr. Lin looked at her gently, "Your Highness will not be taken away."

Zhao Yue ignored him and went straight to Tong Xiyuan, "Fifth brother, what should we do?"

Tong Xiyuan rubbed her head and said, "Don't worry."

Even if the new monarch leads the army himself, so what? He has the ability to capture the enemy, which will give Fan He time to fight for power.

[Uh...] 999 poked him, thought about it and took back her words. What monarch would be interested in a prince he had never met for no reason? Yuanbao was so blinded by love that she couldn't even recognize her own husband.

The result of not recognizing someone is...

The next day, the two sides fought against each other. When the two coaches were fighting, Tong Xiyuan was stunned when he saw the familiar mask, and was directly abducted by the long sword.

The speed was so fast that the soldiers on both sides had no time to react.

After a while, the soldiers of the Northern Dynasty shouted: "Military Advisor, it's bad! His Highness has been captured!"

The people in the city were in a panic. It was all over. The city was going to be destroyed by the Zhirao people.

However, what they did not expect was that Zhi Luo captured their prince and ran away. He retreated very quickly, as if he was afraid that they would react and snatch the person back.

On horseback.

Tong Xiyuan was lying face down on the horse. The galloping horse's back made his stomach uncomfortable. He moved slightly, trying to change his position.

There was a "pop" sound.

Feeling a slight tingling pain from behind, Tong Xiyuan raised his head with great effort and looked at Fan He's chin outside the mask, his face full of disbelief, "You..."

"Behave yourself." Fan He raised his hand and pressed his head down, then quickened his pace to return to Zhirao.

He dismounted, threw the whip to the servant, and like a robber, pulled Tong Xiyuan off the horse's back and held him horizontally in his arms. His black cloak covered most of Tong Xiyuan's body, and he strode into his bedroom in the city where he rested.

"Well!"

As soon as he entered, Tong Xiyuan was thrown onto the bed by Fan He. He supported himself on the bed board and sat up dizzy. The discomfort caused by the bumpy ride had not yet subsided. He turned his head, covered his mouth and retched.

Fan He paused while unbuttoning the robe, and then he ripped it open with brute force and moved closer. While gently massaging Tong Xi's abdomen, he asked fiercely, "What's going on? Is the fifth prince of the Northern Dynasty pregnant with some lover's child?"

Tong Xiyuan recovered and looked at him in shock, not knowing what kind of drama he was acting on his own.

Fan He raised his hand and pinched Tong Xiyuan's chin, saying in a domineering and arrogant manner, "No matter whose child it is, I won't allow you to give birth to it."

Tong Xiyuan looked at him and blinked, "?"

"You're not talking. Are you thinking about your lover?" Fan He sneered, "If you dare to think about him once in my bed later, I'll... "

Tong Xiyuan covered his mouth tightly, digging his toes into the ground with shame, "Don't say anything."

Fan He fell backwards due to his force, and with a pull of his wrist, he pulled Tong Xiyuan down with him.

He held Tong Xiyuan's waist and said, "It's been so long since we last met, and Yuanyuan doesn't even want to play with me."

"It's only been four days," Tong Xiyuan said helplessly, "You are my lover."

Fan He was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, "So does Yuan Yuan like her lover more or her king more?"

"I like them all." Tong Xiyuan heard the word "king" and looked at him belatedly, "Have you seized power a long time ago?"

Fan He hummed softly, with a deliberate sense of guilt.

Tong Xiyuan didn't care, he leaned on him and asked in a relaxed tone: "Now that you have kidnapped me, what are you going to do?"

"If you are willing to stay, I will marry you as my queen," Van He said, "If you are not willing to stay..."

Tong Xiyuan: "You'll just let me go back?"

Fan He snorted, "I don't want to."

Why should his treasure be placed in the Northern Dynasty? It should be kept with him at all times.

"I have to go back," Tong Xiyuan thought for a moment and said, "Sir, let's stop the war, shall we?"

Fan He agreed, "I have a condition for the peace talks. I want you to marry me."

Tong Xiyuan choked, "No."

"Then I won't agree." Fan He put on airs, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Tong Xiyuan puffed out his lips, clenched his fists and gestured at him twice, then leaned forward and kissed him, "It's ok to marry you, how about I marry you in a few years?"

After this incident, he was worried about the court of the Northern Dynasty. The emperor was incompetent, and among the princes, only the Second Prince could rise to power. However, Tong Xiyuan was not sure about that man's true nature. Instead of handing the people over to others, it would be better for him to do it himself.

Fan He opened his eyes, turned over and pressed Tong Xiyuan down, "How many years is it?"

Tong Xiyuan knew that he had agreed, so he calculated the emperor's age and said guiltily, "A conservative estimate is 20 to 30 years."

Fan He: "..."

***

A few days later, Tong Xiyuan came back with a tall and majestic image of "going deep into the enemy camp, debating with the heroes, and successfully negotiating peace", and successfully won the love and support of the soldiers and people in the border town.

When the news reached the capital, the emperor breathed a sigh of relief. Some court officials began to praise Tong Xiyuan, saying that His Majesty would reward him generously when he returned.

The Second Prince and his followers all showed thoughtful expressions.

Tong Xiyuan reorganized the soldiers and civilians in the border town, and took Zhaoyue and Mr. Lin back to Beijing.

They were in no hurry along the way and walked for more than two days. When they entered the capital, it was dusk.

"Fifth brother," Zhao Yue was trembling with fear all the way, "Will father put me in jail?"

Tong Xiyuan glanced at the city gate where no one was responding and frowned, "No."