Fan Qingchen: "Sometimes I wonder how much hardship you must have gone through when you fled from Ruyang to Nanyang to develop this kind of personality."

Luo Lingyu's eyes narrowed suddenly, and her expression changed slightly. She couldn't help but look at him. He sat a little in front of her, his profile was gentle, his temperament was like orchid, and his lowered eyes hid a hint of romanticism and madness. He was clearly the kind of man she would like, and she had also received his protection, but the two of them had come to this point.

Fan Qingchen was puzzled: "...It's really strange, why have I been thinking about the past these two days? It must be because you wanted to escape the marriage that day, which made me crazy."

He inadvertently said something that made her panic.

Luo Lingyu tensed up, her fingers curled up and grasped the hem of her skirt, loosening and tightening it. After a while, Luo Lingyu pleaded softly: "Fan Lang, can't you let me go? There are so many beauties in the world, why won't you let me go? Where have I offended you, can't I make amends in other ways?"

Fan Qingchen smiled slightly.

He turned his head to look at her, staring at her with strange and shining eyes, and leaned forward slightly, forcing her to lean against the back wall. Fan Qingchen sighed: "Here you go again... Sister Luo, I can't let you go. I have watched you grow up since you were ten years old. How can you say that you have not been influenced by me to be what you are today? Other girls are not as good as you. Other girls will faint if I scare them a little. They are not good at playing. Sister Luo is different."

He curled his lips: "Don't be afraid of being ruined by me."

Luo Lingyu glared at him, her eyes bright and clear. No matter how dirty her face was, how could she hide her natural beauty?

Fan Qingchen moved his arms, and finally turned his shoulders to hold her stiff body in his arms. The two guards beside him immediately blushed and blocked this space, while Fan Qingchen put his handsome face on the girl's shoulder and gently sniffed the fragrance of her hair. The faint floral fragrance made him feel satisfied to own her. Fan Qingchen said faintly: "Do you often let him hold you like this? You kissed and slept with him, and your body is full of his smell. When did he sleep with you..."

Luo Lingyu pushed him away in fear: "You are crazy! Let me go..."

Fan Qingchen held her hand and stopped her from struggling. His eyes were red with jealousy, and he wanted to strangle her to death. However, the girl in his arms struggled so hard that her whole body was shaking, so he could only smile helplessly: "Okay, okay, don't be afraid, I won't say anything, I won't mention him... You can quarrel with me, hit me, scold me, whatever you want. You and Lu Yun are having an affair, you want to run away from the marriage... I won't be angry, I won't retaliate against the people around you, I won't kill them. I was so scared before, I thought you would never come back... It's good that you are back."

Luo Lingyu opened her mouth to refute.

Fan Qingchen suddenly asked: "You are not pregnant, are you, Sister Luo?"

Luo Lingyu: “……!”

Her face turned pale, thinking about the long journey, how she was exhausted but didn't feel any discomfort at all. Fan Qingchen had indeed seen it.

Fan Qingchen chuckled and looked down at her threateningly: "Sister, you still like to lie. Let me hold you for a while, okay?"

Luo Lingyu froze and let him hold her, not daring to move. He had already seen that she was not pregnant, and if she resisted violently, she would directly anger him... Luo Lingyu closed her eyes and chanted a calming mantra in her mind, allowing herself to ignore this man who frightened her.

However, it didn't take long, just a few moments of quiet hugging, when the people in the temple suddenly felt the ground shaking. Everyone's faces changed drastically, and some people reacted quickly, immediately jumping up from in front of the bonfire and running towards the door desperately, seemingly trying to escape. But the next moment, a horse neighed outside, and the door was kicked open with a "bang".

"Ahhhh——" With screams, several young men who had just run out of the temple were kicked back in the chest from outside. Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, their bodies were thrown in a very long semi-arc in the air, and blood spurted out of their mouths!

Bang, bang, bang, several people fell to the ground, and those who were resting in the temple stood up all of a sudden. Fan Qingchen also stood up, blocking Luo Lingyu behind him, his body tense. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the door of the temple swayed, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on them, and dozens of northern soldiers in armor rushed in from outside. The wind and snow rushed in from behind them, sprinkling on the ground, as vast and desolate as the white moonlight.

Everyone panicked: "The enemy is coming!"

Here comes the vanguard.

They blocked the door, staring at the refugees in the temple with grim eyes. With cold faces, the two sides confronted each other. Fan Qingchen saw them with their swords on their backs, their hands on their weapons, the smell of blood on their bodies, and the cold and hard atmosphere. Everyone was in despair, thinking that the Northern soldiers were going to kill people, but they saw that the other side just glanced at them nonchalantly, as if they were not very interested in killing people.

The leader of the group of soldiers grinned and said with a grim smile: "I have killed enough people today, so I will not kill you. How about you pay me some money to save your lives?"

Everyone was stunned, and then immediately said: "Of course, of course."

The Northern Army soldier was satisfied again: "Oh, and, it suddenly snowed, and the road we marked before is not clear. Does anyone know how to get to Nanyang?"

Luo Lingyu and Fan Qingchen stood quietly in the corner without saying a word. Fan Qingchen suddenly tensed his arms and his eyes changed slightly. Nanyang was the Fan family's territory, and the Northern Army was going to Nanyang. The two guards held the man's arms tightly, not letting him stand out to die. While Fan Qingchen was furious, someone came up to him and said he was willing to lead the way and beg the man not to kill him.

The Northern soldiers' contemptuous, unbridled, and arrogant laughter echoed in the air, and they patted the heads of those who came over like they were patting dogs: "As long as you lead the way, we won't kill you."

But the selfish desires of the Northern soldiers were obviously not so easily satisfied.

They sent people to search for money and hide it in their own pockets. The ruffians were indifferent, but no one dared to hide as long as they looked at people. There was some chaos in the temple, and some girls cried. When two soldiers searched Fan Qingchen, Fan Qingchen calmly handed over two silver dollars in exchange for the lives of the four of them.

The two soldiers did not leave, and their malicious eyes fell on the girl behind Fan Qingchen. The girl lowered her head, her face blocked by the man in front of her, and the more this happened, the more curious she became. The soldier took two steps forward, staring at the girl with an inquiring look, but his body was blocked by Fan Qingchen again.