1912

"Yan 'er, we can get married tonight. Take a look at this wedding room. Do you like it? I arranged it myself. "

Sima Zhao was so excited that he brought Xia Ling into the wedding room that he had personally arranged.

A fiery red cloth was hung in front of the door, and there were bright red lanterns. The words "happiness" were plastered all over the door and the room.

Sima Zhao had wiped out the credit of the secret guards and tacticians under him. He only said that he had arranged it himself.

"It's very beautiful! " Xia Ling was not stingy with her praise.

Being supported by Sima Zhao, Xia Ling looked around the room and very quickly brought Sima Zhao into the courtyard.

"Silang, I will remember everything that you have done for me deeply. " Xia Ling said gently to Sima Zhao.

As soon as she finished speaking, the favorability rating in her mind increased by 2.

Jealousy, Feng Er!

Sima Zhao: "For you, I am willing to do anything. "

His handsome eyes looked at her and reflected her.

After saying this, the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became a little lingering.

Slowly approaching, Sima Zhao wanted to kiss Xia Ling's lips.

Quickly turning her face, Xia Ling avoided Sima Zhao and became angry again.

"It's still early. There are still people watching! "

"Ha. " Sima Zhao laughed. He was originally unhappy, but when he saw the shy look in the woman's almond-shaped eyes, the rain turned bright.

He only thought that Xia Ling was thin-skinned.

* . *

The twilight enveloped the entire village.

This village was close to a mountain road. There were no people within a radius of tens of miles. There were only dozens of villagers.

Xia Ling saw that it was almost time. She found an excuse to send Sima Zhao away and called Feng Er over.

"Have you prepared the horse that I asked you to prepare? "

In the afternoon, Xia Ling found a gap and asked Feng Er to prepare the horse for her.

"It's ready, " Feng Er replied.

Xia Ling said, "alright, let's leave now. Don't alert anyone. Don't alert Sima Zhao's secret guard either. Bring me out of the village first, and then we'll ride back to the capital together. "

"Master, I'm afraid that's not appropriate! " Feng Er frowned. "If someone sees us, I'm afraid that they'll ruin master's reputation. "

"reputation? I've already eloped, why would I be afraid of ruining my reputation? " Xia Ling raised her eyebrows. "Feng Er, I'm your master. I don't want to marry Sima Zhao now, so why are you forcing me into the fire pit? "

Feng er was speechless.

"quick, if it's any later, Sima Zhao will be back soon. " Xia Ling looked outside and urged.

Feng Er did not want Feng Yan to marry Sima Zhao just like that.

During the day, Feng Er felt very uncomfortable when he saw Sima Zhao so eager to arrange the wedding room.

However, he was a secret guard. So what if he was uncomfortable How could he not be comparable to a prince?

"Master, I'm sorry to offend you. " Feng Er looked at Xia Ling.

She was obviously prepared. She had already taken care of her baggage. She had already planned for Sima Zhao to be sent out by her.

If she did not want to marry Sima Zhao, then what was the point of staying in this dilapidated place for so long?

Feng Er did not understand Feng Yan, nor did he need to understand.

He carried Xia Ling on his shoulder and quickly went out.

His figure flew and soon he had left the village.

The horse he had found was placed on another slope. Feng Er was on guard against Sima Zhao's secret guards. He remembered what Feng Yan had previously told him to not let Sima Zhao's men discover him.

He could not care less about men and women. He got on the Horse and placed Feng Yan Horizontally on the Horse. After galloping for a while, when the village behind them had already disappeared into the darkness, Feng Er supported Xia Ling and let her sit firmly on the horse. He got off the horse himself.

"Master, you ride the Horse. I'll just follow behind. "