C23 Gongzi

Beside the desolate official road stood a lonely old inn. There was no village in front of it, no shops behind it, and only a few customers.

In the afternoon, from the top of the Pagoda tree near the inn, spots of sunlight fell onto the muslin covering Feng Ningyan's hood.

She rode on her horse and stood outside the inn, looking at the plaque, and said in her heart: Taiping Inn.

Taiping Inn was not at peace.

Determined not to hurry, she dismounted and pushed open the door into the inn.

This was where the Ningnan County had to go to get to the capital. In her previous life, her escort team had been ambushed by killers, although she had escaped the encirclement, she still did not know where the killers came from, nor did she know who wanted to kill her.

Although she knew that her fate had changed and there might not be any more assassins waiting in ambush here, she didn't know why, but looking at the deathly still inn and the tightly shut door, she felt that this place was a little strange.

The door opened, raising a cloud of dust and a few leaves that were tinged with Feng Ningyan's clothes.

A waiter with a mole on his chin came out, smiled, asked her where she had come from and where she was going, and reminded her that the vicinity was the border of Celestial Wolf Mountain.

Feng Ningyan nodded her head in silence and took out a bunch of copper coins, asking for the cheapest room.

When the waiter saw that the customer was poor, his smile disappeared. He brought Feng Ningyan upstairs to a simple guest room at the corner of the stairs, then ignored her.

Feng Ningyan opened the window and looked out. The rear window was at the stable.

After running nearly a hundred miles in a single breath, she was tired. She leaned against the bed pillar, hugging her sword as she dozed off.

In the evening, the kitchen suddenly became lively. Carrying firewood, chopping meat, cutting vegetables, killing chickens, lighting fires, cooking and shouting … These sounds made the lifeless inn seem as if it was alive.

Feng Ningyan opened her eyes and knew that an important guest had arrived at the inn.

Could it be the wedding procession?

Her heart inexplicably tightened. She quickly opened the door and took a glance at the lobby downstairs. What she saw were a few rough looking men drinking and enjoying themselves.

She secretly laughed at herself for being too strong, but when she looked at the meat and wine on their table, her stomach began to growl uncontrollably.

She opened her backpack and was about to take out some dry rations and a water bag, but a book suddenly fell out of her clothes.

She frowned, knowing that Lan Zhu was worried that she would really run away from the marriage and had intentionally put this "beautiful talk" in her luggage to remind her of the kindness King Yu had shown her.

"Stupid girl, so meddlesome." She was a little angry and threw the book out of the rear window.

"Isn't it a pity to throw away such a good book?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from outside the window.

Feng Ningyan was so scared that her hair stood on end as she quickly ran to the window. She saw a person sitting on the eaves of the room with a book in her hands, looking at her out of the corner of her eyes. Her thin lips had a trace of cold ridicule.

"Yuwu …"

Feng Ningyan almost shouted out loud. A white silhouette flashed before her eyes and the other party's smooth and white fingertips pressed against her lips.

"Shh..."

Shen Lingjue took a step forward and stepped onto the windowsill, she was already standing in front of Feng Ningyan.

When their lips touched, Feng Ningyan dodged like she was struck by lightning. Seeing Shen Lingjue who appeared in front of her like a ghost, she was already burnt inside out by the lightning.

"Deities Templar... Isn't His Highness in the capital! Why is it in this inn? "

Shen Lingjue bent her body and looked at her with eyes as cold as ice and snow.

"I heard that This King's fiancee is' running away from marriage '?"

"Flee …" Escape from marriage? "

Feng Ningyan was a little taken aback by his question.

She had only wanted to enter the capital in advance to negotiate with him.

Could it be that Fourth Aunt did not give her statement about going to the capital alone to Feng Wei, so why would Shen Lingjue misunderstand her?

She curled her lips and gave a stiff smile, "Your Highness, you are joking with this little girl, right? Celestial Wolf Mountain was the only way to enter the capital. If he wanted to escape the marriage, why would he go this way? Of course I want to get to the capital early … "

"Enter the capital early?" Shen Lingjue gave a cold laugh as she lifted Feng Ningyan's chin with her ice-cold fingertip. "Could it be that after one day of not meeting each other for three years, you want to marry this duke as soon as possible?"

He sounded like he was teasing, but his tone was filled with displeasure, more like an interrogation.

Feng Ningyan felt uncomfortable all over, she turned her face to the side, to avoid his touch, and laughed:

Your Highness is joking again, we have only met once, you snatched away my silver hairpin first, and you forced the engagement to be held after that, even if others do not know, you know in your heart that you and I do not have any feelings for each other, so how can it be like three years?

"Phoenix, Ning, Yan!"

Shen Lingjue turned her back to the moonlight outside the window, her face terrifyingly gloomy.

He suppressed his voice and asked, "There are six ways to marry each other, ten Li of red makeup, royal father's main marriage, this king will personally welcome you … "Do you think all of this is just a robbery?"

His voice was very low, and only Feng Ningyan could hear what he said, but within his ice-cold voice, there was a hidden anger, and a sensitivity of hers that was filled with contempt.

Feng Ningyan subconsciously took a step back, when she suddenly realized her foolishness.

In her previous life, she was the empress, but Shen Lingjue was the subject. She respected him, he was inferior, so there was no need for her to be respectful when she spoke to him.

But now, she was not the empress, but the daughter of a martial general. To contradict her in such a manner was a capital offense …

She hurriedly lifted up her robe and knelt on one knee as she said, "maidservant has misspoken, please forgive me, Your Highness."

Shen Lingjue looked at the top of her head in silence, raised his hand to support her wrist, helping her up.

"Miss Feng, the reason this king has indulged you once or twice is because you are this king's fiancee and you have the qualifications to be indulged by this king. Today, if you are not to forgive your crimes, it will be up to you if you want the qualifications to do so. "

Feng Ningyan never thought that Shen Lingjue would be so determined and unyielding to her.

If one thought about it, it made sense. Since he had come from far away to personally escort the bride, the importance that he attached to the marriage was needless to say. Who would have thought that he would miss the opportunity. He was a dignified King Yu, where would he put his face?

She only wanted to negotiate with him face to face before the wedding. If she knew he would come, why would she ride so fast, day and night?

At this point, it was not wise to touch Shen Lingjue's reverse scale again.

Feng Ningyan was a little upset, she sighed, and raised her head to look at Shen Lingjue with utmost sincerity: "Your Highness, maidservant is rushing to the capital, I truly have my difficulties."

Shen Lingjue quietly looked at her bright eyes, and asked indifferently: "What difficulties do you have?"

Feng Ningyan gritted her teeth, "maidservant has lost her mother since childhood and grew up in a military camp. "If it's an imperial concubine, I'm afraid the trouble will come from the mouth and implicate your highness …"

The light in Shen Lingjue's eyes flickered slightly, and he couldn't help but support her shoulders as she said in a low voice, "This king will protect you."

Feng Ningyan was stunned, looking at his serious look, she suddenly remembered the miserable state he was in before he died, and her heart was filled with pain.

Her head was bowed as she said, "The maidservant does not know how to draw or play zither, nor does she understand the teachings of a virtuous woman. If it's an imperial concubine who enters the palace and loses her composure, provoking ridicule from others, then your highness will be shamed. "

"This King allows you."

Shen Lingjue's tone was sonorous, and every word was as solemn as an oath.