I didn't become a princess today

Chapter 391
At night, the farmer who kidnapped Shen Yuan and the others also limped back, seeing the two extraordinary temperament standing in front of his house, he felt timid.

He thought that he had stolen a money tree back, but he didn't want to fall into a stumble. Now that he has a home and can't go back, he is afraid that he will spend the night outside the fence tonight.

The farmer rubbed his hands nervously, hesitated a few times but still dared not go forward.

Shen Yuan comforted Mrs. Lin to sleep first, let Zhilan watch over, and then walked out of the room.

Both Wei Yan and Ah Zhe were guarding the door, Ah Zhe moved a little uncomfortably, and seeing Shen Yuan dragging a pony out, he asked, "Miss, do you want to arrest him?"

A Zhe pointed to the farmer hiding in the corner. He already knew about Shen Yuan's kidnapping. If it wasn't for the wrong timing, he would have drawn his sword and chopped the man down.

Shen Yuan put down the ponytail in her hand, pulled Wei Yan to sit down, and said Ah Zhe's words, "Well, bring him here."

A Zhe got the order and strode towards the farmer. The farmer, who was hesitant at first, turned around and ran like a mouse after seeing a cat, but in the end A Zhe carried him back.

Wei Yan sat on the ponytail, his long legs seemed to have no place to rest, Shen Yuan felt uncomfortable for him, "It will be fine soon, bear with it."

Shen Yuan bared her teeth and smiled, holding a comb in her hand, she gently helped Wei Yan comb her messy black hair.

A Zhe brought the farmer in front of the two of them. The farmer's face was bruised and swollen, which was caused by those officers and soldiers.

He knelt on the ground, acting humble and cowardly, pitiful and hateful.

"We're just staying here for one night, and we're leaving tomorrow. As for your crime, your wife has already paid for it for you. You should be a good person for the rest of your life." Shen Yuan said.

The farmer's body froze, and he looked up at the two people in front of him who were astonished. The man was as handsome as frost, and the woman was as picturesque as a painting. Even in this filthy place, their temperament was not compromised in the slightest.

"Girl, can you tell me where my wife is now? She is guilty, and so am I. I am her husband, and I cannot let her carry it alone." Although the farmer was timid, he was sincere to his wife. That's good, not to mention that they do these nasty things to make money, just to protect themselves from being forced by officers and soldiers.

Shen Yuan pursed her lips, and said, "He's dead, the body is under a hillside in front of the cabin on the mountain."

As if the three souls of the farmer had lost their seven souls, Shen Yuan had a trace of pity in her eyes, and said: "If you are unrighteous, you will kill yourself. You should pay the price for the crimes you committed."

In Shen Yuan's view, good is good and evil is evil.

Doing good for a lifetime may not necessarily bring you any good rewards, but doing evil for a lifetime will definitely be extremely painful.

"The price?" The farmer lay on the ground with his head bowed, his voice choked up, he raised his head, his face covered with scars was full of tears, his eyes were full of despair, he shouted at Shen Yuan, "Then why are those worthless lives The officers and soldiers have not received retribution, why is the tyrannical King of Nanjiang not dead yet! We don’t want to do evil, but we want to live more!”

"What did we do wrong again!" After the cowardly farmer experienced threats from officers and soldiers and the death of his wife, all the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart finally burst out.

He was scratching his hair, almost crazy in despair, "We just want to live in peace and security, why are we fighting, why are we making things difficult for us humble and lowly people..."

Shen Yuan opened her mouth, choking on the words that wanted to satirize him.

Also, if it is not forced, who would like to be a villain?

Even she didn't know how many innocent people's blood was on her hands. In the center of the power vortex, no one was cleaner than the other.

Shen Yuan quietly listened to the bitter words from the farmer's mouth, and dexterously helped Wei Yan tie up Wei Yan's hair with her fingertips, then walked in front of the farmer and squatted down.

The smile in Shen Yuan's eyes was shallow, the huge full moon was hanging in the sky, and the moonlight was falling, the cursing from the farmer's mouth unconsciously stopped, as if he was afraid that those vulgar words would tarnish the fairy-like woman in front of him.

"It will be fine." Shen Yuan lowered her eyes and said softly, "Everything will be fine, you have to be a good person in the future, and wait for the prosperity of southern Xinjiang to come."

The farmer left in a daze, perhaps to collect his wife's body.

Shen Yuan still maintained the movement of squatting on the ground, the light in her peach blossom eyes floated up and down, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Suddenly, the sleeves were pulled, and Shen Yuan turned her head to see that Wei Yan had already moved the little horse over.

The waist was slightly lifted, and Shen Yuan sat on the ponytail, while Wei Yan squatted beside her quietly, not disturbing her.

Shen Yuan held her face, looked at the shadow on the ground, and thought about many things.

The matter of Wei Yan, the matter of Daming, and the matter of Southern Xinjiang.

She thought that southern Xinjiang could truly settle down.

It's not that she wants to do it, but she has to do it, and only she can do it.

The more power she holds, the more responsibilities she should bear. Her subordinates, including Azhe Qiudie, are all from southern Xinjiang. They work hard for Shen Yuan. Equally, they also hope that Shen Yuan can bring them hope.

"It's so difficult." Shen Yuan sighed suddenly and exclaimed.

Wei Yan looked at her puzzled, Shen Yuan tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder, and suddenly said with a smile: "But you seem to have been so difficult since you were born."

Wei Yan frowned, he didn't understand what Shen Yuan was talking about, and he didn't know where he was born, he didn't like this feeling.

Under the moon, in front of the thatched hut, the shadows of the two are close together, relying on each other.The voice of the partridge is deep and deep, like a lullaby, which makes people sleepy.

In the early morning of the next day, A Zhe escorted Mrs. Lin to the temple first.

Shen Yuan was not in a hurry to return to Fengzhou, but planned to settle the matter in this village before leaving.

After the farmer left last night, he hasn't come back yet. Shen Yuan searched the house for a long time before finding a box of cheap rouge, and the rouge seemed to have been placed for a long time, and it smelled musty. Shen Yuan hesitated Whether to use it or not.

There was a noisy sound in front of the village, presumably it was the officers and soldiers coming.

Shen Yuan's heart sank, she filled a basin of water to use as a mirror, and smeared rouge on her face, and soon a huge red birthmark was drawn on her cheek.Shen Yuan didn't forget to apply charcoal gray on her face and neck, and her originally fair and delicate skin immediately turned dark.

Wei Yan looked at Shen Yuan's movements, and wanted to toss himself a bit, but was stopped by Shen Yuan, "You don't need it, your face is of great use."

(End of this chapter)