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Well, let him try it slowly.

Chapter 103

The soldiers of Ruyang were weak and could not bear the disturbance. The Northern Army took a day to break the city, and another half a day to drive the troops south to support the majority of the Northern Army trapped in Nanyang and confronting the Wei generals. The two countries tore off their false faces and ignored the scholars of the two countries who were still negotiating in a friendly manner in Jianye City. On the border, the war was like a crushing force.

On the road from Ruyang to Yingchuan County, Nanyang County and other counties, there were people fleeing southward.

At night, the wind and snow intensified. In the wilderness dozens of miles away from Ruyang, Fan Silang and his group, who had fled south, finally found a city god temple to rest after being hungry and thirsty. This time, Fan Qingchen didn't need to be polite. Those who were in the car jumped out, and those who were riding horses rolled off their horses. The people were tortured by the wilderness cold and were in a trance, with green light in their eyes. When they saw the dark temple, they rushed in like locusts.

Luo Lingyu was also suffering from the bumpy ride. When she dismounted, her legs were shaking and she could hardly stand. She looked depressed. When she and Fan Qingchen entered the temple, she still did not even look at the common people who occupied the most comfortable places in the temple and asked them to light the fire.

Fan Silang's two attendants went to socialize with those people, while Fan Qingchen found a corner and sat down with the girl, his eyes full of worry. According to him, they should not stop, but continue to move south. But the cattle and horses were tired. If it was just him and Luo Lingyu, they could just kill the exhausted cattle and horses and replace them with new ones... But with so many people together, Fan Qingchen couldn't offend everyone.

Fan Qingchen tilted his head and looked at Luo Lingyu with suspicion, his eyes inevitably swept to her abdomen. The girl sat behind him very straight, her face a little tired, but her eyes were very clear. She looked so weak that she would fall down at the slightest breeze, but Fan Qingchen, who was familiar with Luo Lingyu, could see that his sister was very excited.

She was not tired at all.

...even the fetus in the womb is intact?

How did Luo Lingyu stay in such good spirits after such a long journey?

Before Fan Qingchen could test him, a figure suddenly approached him. He tensed himself, grasped the sword at his waist which was originally only for decoration, turned his head coldly, and saw a pretty civilian woman carrying a bowl of hot soup. The woman was startled by Fan Qingchen's cold eyes, and after a while she calmed down, her face blushed, and she squatted down.

The woman said softly: "My dear, would you like to drink some? How about I serve you?"

Fan Qingchen saw the purpose of this woman's surrender and sneered, "No need."

The woman was embarrassed by his gaze, biting her lip unwillingly and looking up. In her opinion, she could only be saved by marrying a nobleman when fleeing south. She thought she was beautiful and wanted to please him, but she didn't know if this man couldn't understand her... When the woman raised her eyes and wanted to speak more clearly, she was stunned, because she looked over the shoulder of this man Fan and saw the noble woman who was sitting behind him protected by Fan Silang.

Since they fled south from Ruyang, Fan Qingchen gave them most of the carriages and horses. Not only were they protected from the wind, but there were also dry grains and sesame cakes in the carriages to save people from danger. And Fan Silang himself personally brought the noble girl with him from beginning to end. The girl rode with Fan Silang, and all the way down, her body was covered by Fan Qingchen's cloak, so those behind them couldn't see it clearly at all.

Those who have seen it occasionally said that the noble girl was plain in appearance, and it was probably because of her noble status that she was protected by the young man.

When people talked about it, they looked jealous and indignant.

However, at this time, many people were crowded in the dilapidated City God Temple. Outside the temple, the wind and snow were biting, and inside the temple, the fire was burning. The dim firelight shone through, and the dust that had covered the face of the noble woman all the way fell off, and her beautiful face was revealed in the darkness.

Her skin was as white as porcelain, and her face was beautiful with her brows lowered.

Luo Lingyu sat quietly in the back, she had tried her best to hide her figure, but she was still glowing with a soft light, like the soft snow light in the south of the Yangtze River, which made her different from everyone else in the temple.

The true face of this noble lady is so beautiful... No wonder the man is indifferent to her courtesy.

Noticing the woman's gaze, Luo Lingyu suddenly raised her head and looked at her. Her cold, dark eyes embarrassed the civilian woman again.

The woman awkwardly handed the bowl over: "Would you like some, girl?"

Luo Lingyu was not friendly to any strangers she met on the road. She was always alert: "No."

The commoner woman noticed the two nobles' unfriendly attitude towards her, and she felt aggrieved and embarrassed. She smiled, and when Fan Shilang's two attendants came back, she stood up uncomfortably, holding the bowl of hot soup she had intended to give out, and returned to the commoners.

Luo Lingyu lowered her head, casually touched the ground with her hand, and wiped the dust on her face.

She felt Fan Qingchen looking at her, but she ignored him.

Fan Qingchen didn't take it as an offense. She wanted to escape his marriage, but he saw many shadows of the old days in her. Many memories flashed through his mind, and Fan Qingchen smiled softly: "Sister, what you did just now reminded me of how you looked when I first saw you. You were still a child at that time, dressed like a beggar, thin and weak, and you would fall down if the wind blew. You came to Nanyang to seek refuge with the Luo family, and I just glanced at you on the street, and you cautiously put Huan'er behind you."

Fan Qingchen laughed and said, "Who wants to see your sister? You don't know how attractive you are with thorns all over your body."

She was much poorer then than now. Her face was so thin that it was almost skin and bones. But her eyes were bright, alert, and fierce. Her vigorous vitality made him remember this little beggar the first time he saw her. At that time, he could never have imagined that such a child would grow up to be the beautiful and charming Sister Luo now.

Luo Lingyu taunted, "So you like little girls. I'm a little girl who knows nothing and satisfies your abnormal desires, right?"

Fan Qingchen looked at her coldly.

He knew she was provoking him, but he had been angered by Luo Lingyu so many times that he had become somewhat immune to it. Her simple provocation was no longer enough to make him angry. Fan Qingchen showed a dazed look and said, "...Now you haven't changed at all. No matter how good you pretend to be, now you still think everyone is a bad person. You don't trust anyone who approaches you."