After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

The sudden sadness that emerged from Pinga Fu Yu made Song Nihuan stunned for a moment.

But she knew that this man was very easy to disguise, and she stopped looking at him for fear of being bewitched by him again.

Pinga Fuyu was feeling sad for her and his own infatuation. He looked at her cold and unmoved expression, and his heart sank. He said in distress, "I know what people say about me outside. They try their best to portray me as an unforgivable person. Since they say that about me, I have nothing to say. There are too many things in life that are beyond our control. Everything is determined by fate. But you have to remember that I have no ill will towards you. You don't have to be so reserved when you see me, right?"

"If you really have no ill will towards me, please stay away from me," she said.

"That depends on my mood." He shook his head disapprovingly. "For me, doing things depends on whether I am willing or not. The young lady is very popular with me now. Of course, there is no guarantee that one day I will fall in love with another lady, and naturally I will abandon the young lady. Don't cry when that happens."

She rolled her eyes at him and stopped talking, knowing that the more she talked to him, the more he would pester her. It would be better to just ignore him and wait for Xie Yunji to come back.

No matter how arrogant he is, he can't flirt with someone else's wife in front of her husband, right? !

Soon we were about to enter the city and the rain gradually subsided.

Pinga Fuyu gave the oil-silk clothes to Song Nihuan to wear, and his body and face were all wet. He was already wearing bright and exaggerated clothes, with some feather decorations on his clothes. Now that he was wet, he looked like a drowned chicken, which was very ridiculous.

He muttered with a straight face: "Young Madam is really in love with Xie Hanlin, and is being taken care of by Xie Hanlin, but she has no awareness of taking care of others at all."

She hesitated and asked, "What do you mean... Shao Cheng, just tell me directly."

"After all, I am your savior, right? Look at me, I'm in this state! And you don't even know how to clean up for me? Do you have a handkerchief?" he said unhappily.

"The handkerchief is wet." She awkwardly pulled out the wet handkerchief from her sleeve and wrung it dry for him, "Wipe it."

He didn't answer, but raised his eyebrows and said, "I haven't wiped my face myself yet."

Song Nihuan was shocked and said, "Then you, you want me to wipe it for you? This is not decent. Molan and Linglong are both very good at serving you."

Hearing this, Molan Linglong immediately responded: "This servant is willing to serve Pingjia Shaocheng."

Pinga Fuyu rolled his eyes, jumped off his horse and said impatiently: "Why don't you come over and clean it up for me? My hair is all messed up, you two better use your claws to touch my face!"

Molan and Linglong were busy tidying up his clothes, wiping his hair and face. When they touched his face, their techniques were incredibly gentle. He really had delicate skin, even more tender than a woman's.

A word suddenly emerged in Molan's mind: beauty.

She still remembered that the young lady was extremely beautiful when she first entered the mansion, but later her demeanor became more stable, and even her makeup became more plain and simple.

But the beauty of Pinga Fuyu could not be compared even to that of the most beautiful young lady at that time.

Pingjia Fuyu noticed Molan's absent-mindedness and nudged her with his shoulder in an ambiguous way, "Don't gossip with others when you return home. Although you two didn't help me change my clothes, you wiped my face and body. You were even more clingy than your young lady riding with me."

Molan immediately felt that this face became hateful. She gritted her teeth but did not dare to use any force with her hands.

Hearing him say this, Song Nihuan frowned. What on earth did this guy mean... Why was he trying to protect her in every way he spoke?

He didn't know that Molan Linglong was a capable maid who would never gossip with the servants in the mansion. They knew very well what they should say and what they shouldn't say.

Molan bowed her head and said, "Young Master, you worry too much. I am so grateful to you for saving me this trip. If you still limit yourself to the distinction between men and women, it would hurt your selfless heart to help those in need."

Pinga Fuyu smiled lasciviously, "Good maids! Why don't we have such capable maids in my mansion? It's another day of being jealous of Xie Hanlin." Then he deliberately said to Song Nihuan, "Look, these two maids are reasonable. If someone says something dirty later, don't wrongly accuse them."

These words were flawless and comprehensive, and Song Nihuan's eyes changed when she looked at him.

Molan and Linglong were even more frightened. They had previously thought that Junior Prime Minister Pingjia had taken a fancy to the Young Madam and was deliberately seducing her, but now it seemed... he was just like a woman protecting her calf.

I was still on guard against them and was passing messages to them...

After thinking it over again and again, Song Nihuan's suspicion of his malicious intent was much less. This man was unpredictable, but didn't they say that we should judge by actions rather than by heart? Seeing that he had no intention of hurting her, she said gently, "Thank you, Shao Cheng, for rescuing me."

Unexpectedly, Pinga Fuyu adjusted her collar and said with a smile, "Has Young Madam never been treated well? It's just a small favor, why should you thank me so much?"

Without waiting for Song Nihuan to speak, he bowed and said, "The Honglu Temple has been busy lately, so I will not escort you three into the city. Goodbye."

Then he lifted his robe, mounted his horse, made a gesture, and the attendants followed him and galloped towards the city.

*

Spring of the 32nd year of Dazhao.

The Northern Army led by the eldest prince Xiao Xuan forced the royal family of Xiya Kingdom to the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

In October of the same year, the emperor ordered the Anxi Jiedushi to fully cooperate with Xiao Xuan in encircling and suppressing the remnants of the Xiye Kingdom.

In December, the Xiye Kingdom was defeated and the Xiye royal family fled. However, the retreat route to the Kunlun Mountains had been cut off by General Zhechong, and a large number of additional personnel were sent to set up checkpoints on the mountain roads to strictly control the situation. It was only a matter of time before the remnants of the Xiye Kingdom were captured.

Northern Camp.

The bonfire burned all night, lengthening the shadows in the tent.

As long as the Xiye royal family is not captured, we cannot relax.

Of course, this is just Xie Tan’s idea.

The eldest prince Xiao Xuan is more than ten years older than Xie Tan. Many times when he looks at this taciturn subordinate, he would have the illusion that he is looking at his son.

He did not say his own name, but simply gave him the surname Xiao, which was a more honorific reward than any other general.

"Let's go, they've sent their people over here." Xiao Xuan said, "There's no need to rush to catch them. What can they do if they run into this mountain?"

Xiao Xuan was in his thirties and already had a wife and several concubines, but this did not prevent him from finding more girls in the army to have fun with.

What's more, life in the army is boring and difficult. After winning a battle, the restlessness and excitement after the war need to be vented, and there's nothing wrong with having some fun.

Xie Tan nodded and followed him out.

Among those girls, there were girls from decent families as well as prostitutes from the border areas who only sold their art but not their bodies.

Xiao Xuan picked out two pretty girls from decent families and gave them to Xie Tan, saying, "They have clean backgrounds. If you like them, you can take them in as your wives. If you don't like them, just play with them."

Xie Tan raised his eyes to look at the two women. They had thin shoulders and slender waists. Both of them lowered their heads, their ears were red, tears were in their eyes due to shame, and they wrung their hands tightly and trembled.

In fact, following the generals from Yunjing was not a loss. It could even be said to be a rare situation for people born in this frontier area.

But being selected and scrutinized in public, under the watchful eyes of everyone, is really a humiliating feeling.

At this time, the men sneered, "General, have you never tasted a woman?"

"These two are great. Just looking at their little appearances, you can tell they come from a good family. Your Highness really loves the general!"

The two women lowered their heads even lower.

Xie Tan pursed his lips and said, "Come with me."

When he got into the tent, he stared at them for a long time. His mind was in a mess, and all he could think about was Song Nihuan and Xie Yunji's wedding night. The images in his mind made his heart ache.

Struggling, confusion, powerlessness, and despair.

He found that he was simply unable to get close to the woman next to him.

After a while, he looked up at them. Was she as scared as they were?

Or can I still get along harmoniously with Xie Yunji?

He could still remember clearly what she had said to him when he left.

She wanted him to be polite to her and treat her like uncle and sister-in-law.

She really likes Xie Yunji, right?

Xie Tan looked at the moon outside the tent, but it was obscured by clouds and could not be seen clearly.

He stood up suddenly, and the two women took two steps back in fear.

He said, "You guys take a good rest here."

Then he turned and walked out of the tent. His tall figure looked a little lonely and disappeared into the darkness in an instant.