Fairy, I really am a villain!

"No," Wang Ningzhu wanted to say that he was like a little wife, but she quickly came to her senses and pursed her lips: "Thank you for thinking so much about me, I... I am very happy."

"It's okay. It's mainly because Xiaodie said you always lose things... You should be more careful," Fang Xiwen pushed all the things over. "If Xiaodie wasn't here, what would you do? She can't be with you forever."

It was just an unintentional reminder, but Wang Ningzhu raised his eyes and stared at him for a while, then turned to the side very slowly, "I understand."

"Well, be careful on the road."

A man in a blue shirt pushed the door open and Wang Ningzhu quietly put the things into the mustard seed ring.

'She can't be with you forever'... Wang Ningzhu actually wanted to hear the second half of this sentence, but when she thought about it, their relationship had not reached that point.

Chapter 285 If You Don’t Marry, There Are Plenty of Others Who Will Marry

Several days had passed since Wang Ningzhu went to Luyang.

During this period, Xiaodie dressed up as her, attended various boudoir parties, and dealt with daughters of wealthy families from different places.

While "Wang Ningzhu" was learning various etiquettes, the original body was already traveling across Tianshan Mountain and hunting demons with a sword.

For her, who had been with the young lady since she was a child, it was very easy for her to imitate her way of dealing with people.

Even if she has no cultivation, it does not affect her, because what she wants to do does not require the use of force; it is better for her to stay here honestly, which will satisfy the family elders.

Rather, it is Wang Erniang, played by Xiaodie, who is the legitimate daughter that satisfies them: she is more tactful and better at reading other people's faces.

This change is not small, but even those who are familiar with Wang Ningzhu would at most say a few words like "Second Mother has finally come to her senses" or "She should change her temper now that she is getting married" and so on.

Xiaodie even received a lot of praise that she would not have received otherwise. After all, the girl always acted like his swordsmanship, with great force and rarely cared about other people.

And amidst all this recognition and praise, Xiaodie's "cognition" of herself became a little dazed.

Every day when she returned to her room and wiped off her makeup in front of the bronze mirror, she looked at her original face and felt a sense of "discomfort", as if it was fake.

Xiaodie was a little scared.

Unlike before, she only dressed up as a lady for a few days in a row, but what about the future? If she has to live as a lady for the rest of her life, will she accept it, or will she become numb, or will she eventually be overwhelmed by fear and choose to end her life?

"...I can't figure it out." In the darkness, Xiaodie hugged herself in a daze for a long time.

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Xiaodie walked into the palace with steady steps, without looking around, passing the pavilion and stepping into the courtyard.

Whenever she saw a visitor on the street, she would put on a stern face and give different reactions according to their identities.

This was very tiring. There was only one guest who made her feel relieved. He was the only one who would gently call her to be the master in the mansion.

"Little Butterfly!"

A woman in a blue shirt walked under the corridor. Fang Xiwen showed the small basket in her hand, lowered her voice, and waved at her.

Knowing that the little girl had been working hard recently, he brought back some of her favorite pastries while he was investigating.

Seeing this, Xiaodie couldn't help but smile. She looked around, then cleared her throat and walked over.

As soon as she gathered her skirt and sat down on the steps, Fang Xiwen took the initiative to move some distance away and just pushed the basket over.

"Sir?"

"It's better to stay away from it so that no one can see us." He blinked.

"...You are very attentive, young master."

There was a distance of several feet between the two of them. Neither Xiaodie nor Wang Erniang could get too close to him, nor did they know what to say.

She silently turned her gaze to the basket and saw that it was filled with pastries of relatively light flavor; some of the flower cakes were quite expensive, and with Xiaodie's budget, she would only eat them two or three times a month at most.

After taking a bite, she tilted her head and looked over, squinting her eyes slightly: "Sir, this is a little sweet."

"After hard work, you have to eat something sweet. This will make you feel better." Fang Xiwen stretched out the scabbard and picked up the basket with his hand, and it flew back into his arms.

Throwing two pieces into his mouth, he mumbled, “I’ve been exhausted these past few days, so I’ll treat myself.

Hearing this, Xiaodie looked up and found that there were deep circles under his eyes, so she covered her mouth and burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"Sir, you've worked so hard. The bags under your eyes are deeper than mine." Xiaodie pointed at her eyes with the corners of her eyes slightly raised.

"Yeah, I haven't slept much these days." Fang Xiwen yawned loudly.

Leaning closer quietly, Xiaodie leaned over and asked, "Master, have you been practicing martial arts recently? You are so hardworking."

"It's not about practicing martial arts. I've been investigating the Song family recently. In fact, I also have something to ask you..."

As he spoke, Fang Xiwen took out a stack of papers from his arms, which contained information about the Song family's assets in Luyang, their sphere of influence, etc.

Judging from Wang Anyang's reaction, his accomplice was most likely the Song family; or to be more specific, it was the Song family's eldest son "Dongyang Jushi" who was idle outside. There were eyewitness testimonies in various places in Dingjun.

But there is one thing that is very strange. If he were to think from Wang Anyang's perspective, even if he had to involve innocent people, he would never go to Luyang, but only to Dingjun...from the perspective of revenge.

After all, it is not an exaggeration to say that 50% of the credit for the prosperity of this state is due to the Wang family; and since you, the saint, have betrayed us, don't blame me for destroying this country, or anything like that.

Therefore, Fang Xiwen felt that Luyang was just a decoy at best, and Wang Ningzhu's trip would either be in vain or he would catch some small fry and would not gain much.

"Sir, please tell me."

"Well...did your two families have any conflicts before?"

Hearing this, Xiaodie held her cheek and thought for a while, then shook her head: "It can't be called a festival, after all, it's still the young lady's marriage. In fact, the Song family and the Yuwen family both came to the mansion to propose marriage. The betrothal gifts took up several carriages, and the jewels were dazzling, but they were all rejected by Master Wenxuan."

"why?"

"Because Luyang is too close to Dingjun, and the situation at home is not very stable. The robbery happened not long ago..." Xiaodie gestured, "If I agree to the Song family, the people at home will be uneasy, and many people may directly turn to them, and the family will be torn apart.

The same is true for the Yuwen family. After weighing the pros and cons, only the Fang family, which is far away in the capital, can't reach here, and it is not considered a wealthy family..."

Xiaodie spoke very convincingly, and at the end she added: "It is said that the Marquis of Xuanping personally wrote a letter and sent it to me, saying that his son has reformed and is a handsome man. If you don't want to marry him, there are many other people who can marry him... This tone is too arrogant. How can Miss like him?

If it weren't for Master Wenxuan's support, the matter would have been blown long ago."

"...Is that so." Fang Xiwen paused with a hint of amusement, thinking that Old Fang almost meant well but ended up with a bad result, and then he took the information back.

Just as he thought, the Song family also had their eyes on the unstable Wang family and wanted to get a piece of the pie, so they sent out their death squad to assist Wang Anyang.

Their support is huge, but so far they have only done one thing - seizing the Tiger Talisman... This shouldn't be the case.

"Oh, Xiaodie, I have another question," Fang Xiwen pointed outside the door, "I've seen a lot of escort teams outside the city registering these days. Is it always like this?"

"No," Xiaodie smiled sweetly when he called her name, then shook her head: "Those should be new escort teams. Without a pass, the procedures will be very troublesome and they will have to go to the Six Gates several times.

Generally, the escort teams traveling to Dingjun are relatively fixed, such as Mr. Luo Ting's team, and some others... There are demon boats that travel back and forth regularly, so they are enough. "

"So that's how it is...strange..." Fang Xiwen felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was, and his brows were furrowed for a moment.

Xiaodie looked at him for a while and said, "Instead of sitting here and thinking about it, why don't you just go and ask?"

"That's right. Thank you for telling me so much," Fang Xiwen patted his butt and stood up, then handed her the small basket, "These are your reward."

"Eh? No, no, it's good enough to be able to talk to you, why do you have to accept these..."

"Am I some kind of rare animal? And you even talk to me so nicely..." Fang Xiwen was so amused that he stuffed the basket into her hand and strode out the door, "Don't eat too much at once."

"...I just cherish it so much." After saying that, Xiaodie hugged the basket in her arms and ran away, not even bothering to pretend.

Chapter 286 The Famous Wandering Swordsman

It is actually very easy to find the escort team that has just entered the city.

As long as you come to the street and walk towards the crowded inns and restaurants, you can see many men in tight clothes and short clothes, with quite short hair, unloading goods with quick movements.

Fang Xiwen walked towards one of the teams. Most of the people in this group had bronze skin and rough features. They looked like people from Jiangzhou and had been stopped at the city gate for questioning.

He stepped forward and bowed, "Everyone, may I bother you for a moment? I have something to ask you."

Hearing this, a man looked at him and said, "Young man, you look familiar. What's wrong?"

"Are you from Jiangzhou?" Fang Xiwen looked down at the wooden box and pointed: "Also, are these river salts?"

Seeing that he spoke politely and didn't dress like someone who was trying to steal their business, they looked at each other for a while and then told him the truth:

"Both."

"You don't come here often, do you?"

"Hey, it's because the two ferries that are supposed to go back and forth haven't come yet," the man waved his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and complained, "This escort trip is so urgent, we took a boat here overnight, and we almost sank due to the storm..."

"The ferry didn't come?"

Thinking of the demon boat that he had seen before, rolling in the sea of ​​clouds, Fang Xiwen frowned.

Could something have happened?

Seeing that he looked thoughtful, several men came together and looked at him for a while. Finally, they recognized him and clapped their hands and shouted, "Young Master Fang!"

"Hey, you know me?"

"Who doesn't know Feng Liu Jian? Brother, you've already been listed in the local celebrity list of Zhoushan, haha..."

They looked so eager that they seemed like acquaintances. Listening to them talking about Master Canglang, the Blood Robe Cult, the Jiang family, and people's discussions, Fang Xiwen felt as if he was in another world.

It was clearly something that happened just over a year ago, but when he recalled it it felt like a long time ago; and things that happened even longer before that were already a blur.

"...I am already a person of this world."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, he went to the lobby of the restaurant next door to entertain guests, and then asked a few escort teams. The answers he got were all similar: because the ferry did not come, they had to accept the orders urgently and so on.

"If you want to find the ferry, just go out of the city and walk north along the official road. It is three long pavilions away." The enthusiastic man at the dinner table showed him the way and handed him a hand-drawn map.

"Thank you." Fang Xiwen put it away with a smile, then stood up to pay for the meal.

I never thought that my fame could lead to such a chance encounter...it's amazing.

When Fang Xiwen walked down from the second floor of the restaurant, he wanted to go directly to the ferry, but he found that several people in the lobby were talking about him:

A skilled warrior with a long sword on his waist stepped on a chair and shouted, "Since she's your mother, why don't we each take half?!"

With a clanging sound, the long sword slashed downwards, and then suddenly stopped, without shaking.

This move was so powerful that it drew cheers from the people around, but Fang Xiwen covered his face and walked out, feeling quite ashamed.

'Is this the celebrity effect? ​​Spare me...'

"Young Master Fang is truly a famous figure with countless followers," suddenly, a young man walked over from the street, clapping and smiling as he approached, "He is indeed a man of extraordinary talent. Hearing about him is worse than meeting him in person."