Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

There is a room full of exquisite and unique toys, calligraphy, paintings, embroidery, etc., all of which are the best from the Northern Dynasties.

The third prince pursed his lips, sighed and wanted to touch Zhaoyue's head, "Royal sister, third brother doesn't want you to go to marry."

Zhao Yue stepped back and dodged, looking at the stunned expression of the Third Prince, and said, "Then Third Brother, please plead for me. I would rather go to the battlefield and kill the enemy like Fifth Brother did, than to linger on in the temple."

The third prince put down his hand, then clenched it for a moment and remained silent.

Zhao Yue looked at him and suddenly smiled, "I won't make things difficult for Third Brother, let's go."

"Don't blame father." said the third prince.

Zhao Yue sniffed to drive away her tears. She had gone through so much in one day that she was numb. She shook her head and said, "I don't blame you. You are all right. I am a princess and I have to think about the people."

On second thought, if her sacrifice could bring a peaceful life to the people of the Northern Dynasty, it seemed to be the best choice after weighing the pros and cons.

She just didn't want to accept it.

After the third prince left, Zhaoyue obediently had her measurements taken and sat by the window in her room in a daze for the whole day.

As night fell, someone knocked on the tightly closed wooden window from outside.

Zhao Yue came back to her senses in an instant, and was so frightened that her hair stood up, but she still bravely opened the window. After seeing who was coming, she was stunned, "Master Fan?"

Fan He glanced at her eyes that were swollen like walnuts from crying and asked, "Are we leaving?"

Zhao Yue was even more confused, "Where to?"

Why didn't anyone discover Master Fan when he broke into the princess's mansion in the middle of the night?

No, no, my father hated Zhi Luo so much some time ago, and the imperial concubine met with misfortune, so why is Master Fan okay?

Could it be that Master Fan has some amazing skills that she doesn't know about?

Fan He frowned and asked her, "Didn't he tell you?"

Zhao Yue shook his head, "Who?"

"..." Fan He was silent for a moment, thinking about the person in his heart, and said: "Your fifth brother, he asked me to take you away."

When Zhao Yue heard that it was Tong Xiyuan who asked him to come, he said bitterly: "Where did Fifth Brother ask you to take me? He may not know yet that I will be sent to marry a foreign prince soon. Maybe he can come back from the border town before I get married. I wonder if we can play polo together again."

Fan He took a deep breath and said impatiently, "That's long-winded."

He raised his sword and slashed Zhaoyue unconscious with one blow. He then carried the man over the wall and left the capital overnight.

Zhaoyue woke up once when it was just getting light. When he woke up, he found himself swaying on the horse's back with his limbs swaying. He felt dizzy and then fell into a deep sleep again.

When she woke up again, she was already standing in the boundless desert, and not far away was the gate of a border town she had never seen before.

Fan He was dressed in black and had a mask on his face. Zhao Yue thought of what he said before he passed out, and asked in confusion, "Master Fan, where are we?"

Could it be that Fifth Brother doesn't love her anymore and lets Master Fan throw her into the desert to feed the crows?

Fan He handed her a mask, stared at the people on the city gate tower, and said with a hint of urgency, "Put it on."

Zhao Yue thought about it, put it on obediently, and said hesitantly: "Master Fan, can you send me back? I still want to marry."

"The king of Zhirao is dead." Fan He strode towards the city gate, and Zhaoyue could only jog to catch up with him.

Zhao Yue said: "I know, didn't the new king take the throne a long time ago?"

Fan He: "The new monarch also died, and now there is a newer monarch."

"Ah?" Zhao Yue's face turned pale. She hadn't even gotten married yet, but the man she was going to marry had died. "Then who is the king now? Does the previous peace agreement still count?"

Fan He stopped outside the city gate, listening to the footsteps coming down the stairs, and smiled, "It doesn't count. The current monarch plans to capture the fifth prince of your Northern Dynasty and take him back as a ..."

The city gate slowly opened. Tong Xiyuan, who had been waiting for a long time, was dressed in armor, holding the sword at his waist, looking at the two people wearing different masks, and smiled widely.

Fan He's eyes slid across his skin exposed outside the armor inch by inch, from his face to his neck, from his hands to his fingertips, and his eyes greedily completed the two unfinished words, "Jun Hou."

After a while.

Fan He and Zhao Yue, who entered the military camp as friends from the martial arts world, followed Tong Xiyuan into the tent. There was no outsider in the tent except the military advisor.

"Your Highness, these two are," Mr. Lin said in surprise as he looked at the familiar figures, "Princess?!"

Zhao Yue's emotions, which she had been holding back for a long time, collapsed at his voice. She took off her mask and threw herself into Tong Xiyuan's arms, crying, "Fifth Brother!"

Tong Xiyuan hurriedly caught her, and as expected, he heard Fan He's dissatisfied sigh.

But he had no time to care about Fan He and only had time to wipe Zhao Yue's tears.

Zhaoyue sobbed in his arms, saying that the emperor and several other princes had changed their attitude towards her so drastically that it became so strange that it frightened her and made her think that everyone's previous care and concern for her was fake. She also said that she didn't actually want to marry into the royal family, for she was afraid that Zhirao would bully and humiliate her after the marriage.

Tong Xiyuan listened and comforted her, "No need to marry, I will defeat Zhi Luo."

Everyone knows that the king of Zhiruo has been replaced, but the new king has not shown up yet. Fan He deliberately did not tell Tong Xiyuan, so he doesn't know it now.

Zhaoyue cried for a long time until she was tired and her eyes became swollen again. When she looked up, she remembered that there were two other people in the tent, one of whom was Mr. Lin, whom she admired. She quickly lowered her head again.

Tong Xiyuan frowned at her actions and said, "You ran away from your husband first, and then changed your ruler. Your father will definitely be unhappy and will probably order you to be taken back."

Zhaoyue didn't expect this, he turned his head to look at Fan He, thinking, wasn't it you, Fifth Brother, who asked Master Fan to bring me here?

Tong Xiyuan glanced at Mr. Lin and deliberately said, "Mr. Lin fully supported the marriage before. Now Zhaoyue is hiding here, Mr. Lin will not deliberately report it, right?"

When Zhaoyue heard the first half of his sentence, she stared at Mr. Lin in disbelief and was so sad that she couldn't speak.

"Princess, I..." Mr. Lin stood up suddenly. When did he give his full support?

[Yuanbao, I would rather destroy a temple than ruin a marriage.] 999 sighed: [That military advisor obviously still likes the princess.]

Tong Xiyuan curled his lips quietly, [I can't tell.]

If it were him and Fan He, he would never say anything that would make Fan He the right to marry.

999 said: [Wait, based on your relationship with your husband, you are the one who was sent to marry, right? ]

Tong Xiyuan said confidently, "I have married him."

999: […]

Tong Xiyuan no longer paid attention to the princess and Mr. Lin's escape and pursuit. After making all the arrangements, he took Fan He to his own tent.

As soon as the curtain was lowered, the person behind him couldn't wait to hug him.

Fan He embraced Tong Xiyuan from behind, rubbed Tong Xiyuan's hand viciously and said, "You smell like powder."

Tong Xiyuan turned around and gave him a kiss, which stunned Fan He for a moment.

Tong Xiyuan asked him: "Then should I go and wash it?"

"Yuanyuan," Fan He's Adam's apple rolled for a moment, and he whispered, "Let's take a shower together."

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