Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

The first arrow was a warning and was only shot at the feet. The second arrow shot off the tie that bound Fengshu's hair. In an instant, the green hair scattered like clouds. The third arrow hit Fengshu's calf.

He immediately couldn't hold on anymore and knelt down on one knee, but his arms firmly protected the princess in his arms.

"Ah."

A slight sneer.

The fourth arrow penetrated Fengshu's forearm. The hand trembled slightly and fell down. Fengshu should have let go of Ji Yan immediately, but the intact arm still circled her and protected her. In arms.

Ji Yan had already understood the situation at this moment. Feng Shu could no longer be injured. If he continued, his other arm would be shot through. This arrow was forcing him to let go.

She originally thought she would be afraid of this day coming, but when it actually arrived, she was calmer than she imagined.

"Let go of me, Feng Shu."

The princess' soft voice sounded.

Feng Shu froze, his pale face hanging down, his black eyes staring at her faintly, and his arm suddenly tightened, taking her deeper into his arms.

Ji Yan said: "Let go."

She didn't dare to look at Feng Shu's face, so she didn't notice the undercurrent surging in Feng Shu's eyes, which she had never seen before. It seemed like countless delusions had accumulated and were muddied.

Holding her stubbornly in his arms.

Does he want his life?

Ji Yan didn't want him to get hurt again and wanted to get out of his arms, but even if Feng Shu only had one intact arm left, that arm was like an iron pincer and couldn't shake it at all.

The tip of her nose felt sour, and a huge, unprecedented sadness enveloped her.

Fengshu will die, and she doesn't want him to die. Her voice is almost hoarse: "Fengshu...don't you listen to me?"

Hearing the princess's words, Fengshu trembled, a fishy sweetness surged in his throat, and the smell of rust filled his teeth. He paused, and then his arms lost their strength. Ji Yan finally found the opportunity to push him away. As soon as she got away, she heard a splash, and Feng Shu almost fell to his knees on the ground, vomiting a mouthful of blood from his throat.

Ji Yan was stunned. She didn't push him with much force just now.

She seemed to be pinned in place and didn't know what to do.

At this time, the guards who were hiding in the darkness came out one after another, and Zhao Xi was also escorted out, covered in blood. Then another carriage came from the darkness, its wheels rolling and kicking up dust.

"Come here."

An angry voice sounded in the car, it was Pei Jie.

Ji Yan subconsciously looked at Feng Shu, the once saint-like Tutor, with a pleading look on his face.

Ji Yan is in a dilemma, but the archers around the emperor's uncle have already aimed at Feng Shu. Once she runs towards Feng Shu, he will be shot into a sieve immediately. Feng Shu cannot not know, but he is still trying to stay, as if he would rather die. Ask her to choose him this time.

Ji Yan didn't want him to die. She froze for a long time and finally lowered her head. She picked up the hem of her clothes with trembling fingers and walked to Pei Jie's carriage.

She abandoned him, and Feng Shu saw the princess's retreating back.

A crack appeared on his frost-covered face, and a wry smile appeared on his lips. After that, he could no longer hold on and fell to the ground.

Ji Yan heard the voice, tears welled up in her eyes, and she did not dare to look back.

She didn't dare to stop until she reached Pei Jie's carriage, then she stopped moving.

After a long time, another voice came from inside the car: "Want to invite you to come up?"

This was the first time Ji Yan saw Pei Jie so angry. Compared with today, the anger he had in the past was nothing to mention.

The palace people seemed to respect her as a princess and built a soft stool for her.

Ji Yan endured the pain in her feet and stepped up on the soft stool.

As soon as she leaned in, a pair of strong arms forced her in, barely allowing her to react, and pressed her down on the soft couch. The hand that clamped her arm turned to strangle her throat.

Ji Yan was out of breath, her face turned red, and her face was as delicate as a handsome young man.

Pei Jie seemed to want to strangle her to death.

It wasn't until she was almost suffocating that he shook her off. As if he had touched something dirty, he snorted coldly, took out a clean handkerchief, and wiped his fingers one by one.

Ji Yan pressed her neck and stared at Pei Jie's movements with her red eyes, feeling even more humiliated.

She said nothing, turned her face away, and was extremely quiet.

Pei Jie really didn't like her pretty face, like a male slave asking for pampering.

The dignified princess is not ashamed to dress up like this.

Ji Yan didn't know what Pei Jie was thinking, but the carriage had already started driving.

Feng Shu and Zhao Xi were still outside. Even though she was afraid of offending Pei Jie, she still mustered up the courage to speak: "What are you going to do with them?"

Pei Jie finally looked towards her, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

He said casually: "Kill them all, cut off their heads, and hang them on the city wall for public display."

Ji Yan turned pale and stopped talking. Pei Jie thought she wanted to plead for her lover, but it turned out to be nothing more than that. She didn't necessarily have deep feelings for Feng Shu, but she had the courage to elope with someone without being afraid of making trouble. The joke is now known to everyone in the world. The thirteenth princess of Zhao State ignored the etiquette and eloped with the current prince.

How many people in the world are laughing at her and the royal family.

She behaved herself at this time and remained silent.

Pei Jie snorted, closed his eyes to rest, and stopped caring about Ji Yan.

The carriage went all the way back to the palace. It was unknown which street it passed. There were noisy people on the road. Ji Yan didn't pay attention until she heard people shouting and cursing, followed by the sound of things being thrown to the ground.

Seeing that Pei Jie didn't open his eyes, she went to push the curtain aside a little. She saw the onlookers throwing fruits and vegetables at the place behind them. Most of them were rotten and inedible, so the street also smelled strangely. Incomparable.

She guessed something and froze for a moment. When she saw a cabbage hitting her, she forgot to react. It wasn't until Pei Jie pulled her up and the carriage curtains closed to block the cabbage thrown by the people.

A chill ran down Ji Yan's spine. It was obvious that Pei Jie had anticipated this day and had arranged everything.

She was stunned and didn't respond. Pei Jie held her chin and raised her head: "Why, are you feeling distressed?"

Ji Yan said nothing, only lowered her eyelashes.

"Don't worry, there will be punishment waiting for you later, and you will never let your good lover be alone."

When Ji Yan heard this, her eyelashes trembled, but she didn't explain anything.

The chaotic movement continued for a long time, and late at night, the carriage arrived at the inn.

Pei Jie tied her hands with hemp rope and dragged her out of the carriage.

Ji Yan didn't want to, so he used force and there were red marks on her wrists.

In front of everyone in the inn, Pei Jie pulled her forward like a puppy.

Ji Yan has never suffered such grievances. She knew that she should not anger Pei Jie, and it would be in her interest to obey him at this time. However, her pride was causing trouble, and she was stubborn and stubborn at the moment to fight against him, even if her wrists were worn out. Pi, I don’t want to follow him like this.

Pei Jie was so angry that he itched his teeth: "Who gave you the courage to go against Gu?"

As soon as the words fell, Pei Jie could not help but freeze when he saw her tearful eyes.