Chapter 1697： Noble (13)

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"Yan'er, we will be able to get married at night. Look at this happy house. Do you like it? It was arranged by me."

Sima Yi excitedly brought Xia Ling into the hand-furnished house.

The fiery cloth mantle hangs in front of the door, and there are red lanterns, and the front door and the room are covered with slogans.

Sima Yi wiped out the credits of the undercover guards and counsellors, saying only that it was arranged by himself.

"It's beautiful!" Xia Ling praised without regret.

Supported by Sima Yi, Xia Ling looked around from the room, and soon took Sima Yi to the yard.

"Silang, I have deeply remembered all that you did for me." Xia Ling said to Sima Yi gently.

As soon as the voice fell, my mind, Dingdong—2.

The vinegar jar Feng Er!

Sima Yi: "I'm willing to do everything for you."

His Qingjun eyes stared at her, reflecting her.

After this sentence, the atmosphere in the yard suddenly became a bit lingering.

Slowly approached, Sima Yi wanted to kiss Xia Ling's lip.

Facing his face quickly, Xia Ling avoided Sima Yi, again.

"It's early, and there are people watching!"

"Oh." Sima Yi laughed, the original unhappy mood, watching the woman Xingmou look ashamed, successfully rainy and sunny.

He thought Xia Ling was thin-skinned.

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The twilight shrouded the entire village.

This village on the mountain road is not crowded for dozens of miles, and only dozens of villagers are seen.

Xia Ling looked at the time, and found an excuse to expend Sima Yi, and called Feng Er again.

"I have your horse ready, can you get it ready?"

In the afternoon, looking for a gap, Xia Ling ordered Feng Er to prepare her a horse.

"It's ready." Feng Erying.

Xia Ling: "Okay, let's go now. No one should be alarmed. Sima Yi's dark guard should not be alarmed. You take me outside the village first, and then we ride back to the capital."

"Master, I'm afraid it's wrong!" Feng Er frowned at the moment. "If it is seen, I'm afraid it will ruin the master's goodwill."

"Girlfriend? I've done all my elopement, and I'm afraid of ruining my girlfriend?" Xia Ling raised an eyebrow. "Feng Er, I'm your master. I don't want to marry Sima Yi now. You still forced me into the fire pit?"

Feng Er was speechless.

"Quick, no later, Sima Yi is coming back." Xia Ling looked out, urging.

Feng Er didn't want Feng Yan to marry Sima Yi.

During the day, looking at Sima Yi so eager to decorate the wedding room, Feng Er was very uncomfortable.

But what if he was uncomfortable as a dark guard? Can it be compared with a prince?

"Master, offended." Feng Er looked at Xia Ling.

Obviously she had already prepared for it, her baggage had been taken well, and Sima had been expended by her, and she had already thought of it.

If you don't want to marry Sima Yi, what do you spend so long in this run-down place?

Feng Er didn't understand Feng Yan and didn't need to understand it.

He picked up Xia Ling, put her whole person on his shoulder, and quickly moved outward.

The figure flew, and after a while he had left the village.

The horse he found was placed on another back slope, and Feng Er guarded the secret guard of Sima Yi, remembering that Feng Yan could not let Sima Yi's people find out.

Regardless of the great defense of men and women, he got on the horse, put Feng Yan on the horse, and ran the horse for a while. After the village behind him had fallen into the darkness, Feng Er helped Xia Ling to let her sit firmly on the horse and he got off himself. horse.

"Master, you ride a horse. I'll just follow."

(End of this chapter)