Fairy, I really am a villain!

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen hurriedly supported her and took out a handkerchief to wipe her wound. "Okay, I'll check it for you. You should heal your wound first. You are really bold..."

"Then you carry me."

"Okay, okay..."

Fang Xiwen was worried about her injuries, so naturally he didn't care so much; but after being carried on his back, Wang Ningzhu had a lot more worries, which caused them both to overlook some things.

On the terrace of a nearby restaurant, a man in formal attire was rocking in a rocking chair with a wine jug in his hand. When he caught a glimpse of them from the corner of his eye, his hazy drunken eyes became clear, "Wenxuan? And, isn't that my brat..."

Unfortunately, this sobriety did not last long. The man picked up the wine jug and poured it into his mouth, then staggered down the stairs.

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The palace and the courtyard cut the dusk into squares.

After entering the room, Wang Ningzhu, who had just recovered from his breathing, hurried to the inner room to report the matter to his elders at home; while Fang Xiwen returned to the guest room where he lived and waited for the call.

After all, he was a guest, and if the Wang family was willing to let him intervene, he would naturally be happy to cooperate, so he was writing down some of the details.

Because of his decision, the two did not have too many fierce battles with the temple's assassins. The advantage was that they did not suffer too serious injuries, but they also failed to see where the skills came from and figure out their identities.

"If we think about it from another perspective...what do they want to gain by cooperating with Wang Anyang?" Fang Xiwen, who wrote and drew, but had no idea as he was new to the place and unfamiliar with the surrounding forces.

He had no choice but to ask the jailers who had just returned home for the snake skins; the latter told him that this was a kind of black-scaled snake, and judging from the shape of the scales, it could be judged that the snake was an adult.

So Fang Xiwen stayed in the room and sensed it for a while: this breath seemed familiar.

He was not very clear about the difference between demonic auras, but he was willing to believe that the black-scaled snake was the scholar couple he had met before.

After all, when I met them, I was also on the way to Guihua Mountain; and if it were them, their motive of not wanting to hurt anyone is understandable.

Although he told the jailers not to kill the monsters, he was still a little worried, "But how can I find them..."

While I was thinking, the door rang.

After opening the door, Wang Ningzhu was seen standing in the yard in a goose yellow long skirt, with her slender waist bent and steps lightly; her hair was tied up in a bun, with a plain satin ribbon hanging from her waist. Her fingers gently hooked the ends of her hair, her eyes were gentle, and she looked very quiet.

"Pfft." He couldn't help but burst out laughing.

No, after those two powerful and domineering sword strikes, "Thunder Shaking the Nine Skies" and "Thunder Bursting the Five Mountains", does this girl still want to save her image?

In fact, the silver-armored general he had just met was also very handsome, and Fang Xiwen was particularly fond of him.

"What are you laughing at?" She pretended to be annoyed, and glared at him with her hands on her hips.

"What are you doing? Miss Wang, are we very familiar with each other?" He naturally glared back, not willing to be outdone.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, then followed Wang Ningzhu and walked in with big strides. "You've lived in my house for two days, so you're familiar with me."

"...Okay." He felt more comfortable getting along with Badao.

When he turned around, the girl had already sat in his seat, with her hands on her knees, looking very well-behaved.

"Have you told the old patriarch? What did he say?" Fang Xiwen moved a chair over.

"Grandpa didn't scold Third Uncle after listening to me, but he didn't ask any more questions either. He just walked away with his hands behind his back," Wang Ningzhu straightened his back, "and said that we would take care of everything that happened next."

"us?"

"It's the younger generation in the family. Grandpa always said that if you have to ask him about everything, it means that the descendants are useless, and when he dies, there is no need for the Wang family to exist.

I have sent someone to inform my brother, and my brothers and sisters at home have also received the news."

This family has a pretty tough style.

Fang Xiwen nodded, "In that case... then, do you recognize the skills of those assassins?"

"The characteristics are very obvious, leaning towards the Taiyin, but it seems to have gone astray, and it has a deadly aura," Wang Ningzhu shook his head, "I can't recognize it from below.

The combat power of those two half-step warriors is not strong, they are only good at assassination, which is something they learned quickly; those skills should also be peripheral skills collected by a large family, which are only used to train assassins, and it is almost impossible to find the source. "

"A big family? What benefits can assisting Wang Anyang bring to them?"

Hearing this, Wang Ningzhu stood up, but did not respond immediately. He just looked at him for a while.

But now he looked at her, he hadn't noticed it when she was wearing men's clothes, but now he could see that this girl was really tall, only half a head shorter than him, and her legs were straight and long.

"Maybe Third Uncle promised them some benefits; maybe he wanted to see the Wang family split so he could get a piece of the pie; maybe they are just enemies who are taking advantage of their misfortunes..." She walked towards Fang Xiwen.

As he got closer, his phoenix eyes became sharper, as if piercing people's hearts. "Speaking of benefits, why did Mr. Fang help me?"

"Eh?"

"Even though you were in danger, even though Third Uncle humiliated you, you never complained to Ning Zhu... Why?"

She advances, he retreats.

Fang Xiwen was forced all the way to the door, his back leaning against it; one can only say that a general does have a kind of aura, as if you were facing thousands of troops, and no thought could escape his gaze.

He tilted his head and said, "I'm here to repay Miss Wang for giving me the sword."

"You're still calling me Miss Wang? You've already put your arms around my waist."

"this..."

"That's enough for you now. But are you leaving?" She slammed the door, and that heroic face came closer, his eyes bright and spirited.

"There is also the matter of Zhengqitang."

"that's it?"

"I still admire the Wang family's integrity..." Strangely, Fang Xiwen didn't dare to look her in the eye, and his voice became lower and lower as he spoke.

However, Wang Ningzhu let him go, pushed the door open and walked out, saying happily: "I knew you were a noble man."

Integrity? You're kidding.

If he admired the Wang family's integrity, why didn't he go to help Uncle San? He even wanted to hide this from me.

After being happy for a while, she turned around in the yard and cleared her throat: "In this case, I have to send my master as hard as I can.

Go investigate the monster immediately, and don't complain!"

Her long hair fluttered in the air. Although she was not carrying a sword, she looked heroic and looked like a general.

Seeing this excited look, Fang Xiwen felt a little unhappy for no reason, and immediately poured cold water on him: "I have no complaints, I can leave at any time, what about you?"

"Me? Ah..." Wang Ningzhu opened her mouth as she looked at herself in a long dress.

"You know you have something important to do later, who are you dressing like this for?"

"What am I pretending to be—"

"That's fine. I'll go find Brother Wenxuan to do some work. Bye."

Having pulled one back, Fang Xiwen walked past her with a smile and walked out of the palace.

Chapter 276 Fleeting Happiness

Silently she packed up the scattered items in the young lady's room, such as various underwear, bra binders, laces, etc.; Xiaodie folded them all and stuffed them into the cabinet according to categories.

In this dark room, I can hear the lively sounds of conversation and laughter outside.

She must have had a good chat with Master Fang. Ever since she got the half tiger talisman and her burden became heavier, she rarely smiled so happily.

On ordinary days, he would either inspect the military formation, adjust the heavenly locks, or practice swordsmanship in the training grounds; even on the rare free days, Wang Ningzhu would use them to read military books and learn martial arts.

She had no idea how to dress up, and couldn't even tell the difference between a hairpin, a step-shaking ornament, and a hairpin. But she was very knowledgeable about swords and spears, and could master both of them to the highest level.

...In fact, the reason why he learned several sword techniques was to prepare himself to be the Sword Tyrant.

The same words have different meanings when spoken by a man and a woman. When the lady first learned about this, she locked herself in the room and was sad for a while.

By now, perhaps I would feel fortunate, after all, I can travel with Master Fang without restraint.

"It's rare for the young lady to be so happy, I should be happy for her. Smile, Xiaodie... don't make that expression."

Walking to the dressing table, she turned her head and looked sideways. Her tearful face was reflected in the bronze mirror.

The outline is very beautiful, the skin is as white as cream, as gentle as warm jade, the eyebrows are like willows, and the eyes are like water... Xiaodie was born very beautiful, and it was mostly because of this reason that she was adopted by the Wang family from a lowly slave.

And learning the art of dressing up and disguising oneself is not for the purpose of playing house on the stage, but has other uses.

As the eldest daughter in the family, Wang Ningzhu often has to show up; but she may not have the time or the mood, so Xiaodie often does it for her.

She has never complained about this "job", but occasionally when she takes off her makeup and looks at her real face in the mirror, she wonders how long she will have to continue acting.

...Now Fluttershy has her answer.

"Wu, wuwu..." Low sobs were heard in the room.

In fact, Song Qin's words were not random. The so-called "How about Xiaodie marrying for you" did not hurt Wang Ningzhu, but it did hurt her heart.

No matter how much trouble the Song and Yuwen families are making, in fact, this engagement before the emperor cannot be regretted in any way; once the sage has spoken, how can it be taken back?

What's more, Xiaodie, who has been taking care of chores at home, knows that the royal family has been summoning the children of these families and asking them to go to the capital to meet the emperor.

This means that the young lady cannot escape and will meet the evil dandy boy no matter what; and she will go from being a female general fighting outside to a canary imprisoned in the Fang Mansion.

There will be no process of getting to know each other and falling in love, only a wedding that is like a puppet show.

The sedan chair will be shown, sent out, and lifted up... these two people who have no feelings for each other will kneel together and worship in the hall. Then the young lady's veil will be taken off, they will drink the wedding cup, and then she will be sent to the bridal chamber wearing a bright red robe.

There will be many guests coming to celebrate, and the prince will bring the emperor's decree. The solemn reading shows the saint's love for the royal family, and also represents the reconciliation between the monarch and his subjects, writing off the blood debt of the dead soldier.

As for what happened to the two married people, it was simply an insignificant matter; but it was precisely this insignificant matter that seemed like a nightmare to Xiaodie.

Wang Ningzhu has someone she likes and will never commit herself to that playboy...but what about the bridal chamber?

Of course there is a way.

Wasn’t Xiaodie’s disguise technique prepared for this moment?

Not only that, Xiaodie will continue to live with this identity from now on. Anyway, the rich lady doesn't have to use force. She can find an excuse that her martial arts skills have been abolished, and her husband's family will be happier.

As for her thoughts, preferences, and life as a lowly maid...I'm afraid no one will care until the day she dies.

Xiaodie only has a few short months left to live as Xiaodie, and then she will die silently.

This is really a sad thing.

Xiaodie waited for "death" to come little by little, but she had no one to talk to: she couldn't tell the young lady that she didn't want to, and make things difficult for her with such a thing.

Xiaodie could only cry secretly in the moonlit courtyard at night when no one was around. She raised her head and wondered if the moon would remember that there was a maid named Xiaodie, remember the cakes she liked to eat, and remember the stories she secretly wrote down.

"Enough, don't get the clothes dirty..." Xiaodie wiped her face with the back of her hand and quickly moved the folded clothes away.