The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

Hearing this, Jiang Fan nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but the cold wind prevented him from opening his mouth.

Seeing this, Dora Yue'er looked at him with amusement, with an indescribable emotion in her eyes.

She didn't expect that Jiang Fan, who was so good at strategizing on the battlefield, would be in such an embarrassing situation.

At this moment, Jiang Fan looked like an ordinary person and did not give her a sense of oppression.

"Come on, I'll carry you..." Dora Yue'er walked in front of Jiang Fan and said softly.

Along the way, Jiang Fan had a hard time moving through the nearly 100-mile snowstorm area, so Zhong Ling, Dora Yue'er and Beimeng National Master often took turns carrying him.

Jiang Fan was reluctant at first, but if he was not carried by someone, his walking speed would slow down the progress of the entire team.

As for asking the white robe soldiers to carry him? Those soldiers themselves were in a difficult situation, and they also had to carry the military supplies. Who could carry him?

Moreover, Zhong Ling did not allow other Northern Mongolian masters to carry Jiang Fan.

Even Dora Yue'er and Beimeng State Master refused to let her do so, but she insisted on carrying Jiang Fan on her back.

But after carrying him for a while, she was really exhausted. In the end, it was at Dora Yue'er's insistence that she let Dora Yue carry Jiang Fan.

Of course, seeing that Dora Yue'er and Zhong Ling were both extremely exhausted, the Northern Mongolian State Master could only offer a helping hand.

Jiang Fan felt a little embarrassed as he was carried by three women in turn, but who could blame him for being a weakling? Even though his body had been trained by himself and his strength had improved significantly.

But under such harsh conditions, Jiang Fan is still not as good as the three powerful women.

Jiang Fan didn't want to let Dora Yue'er carry him on her back, but this woman just went straight to it and put Jiang Fan on her back.

Although Jiang Fan is about 1.8 meters tall, Dora Yue'er is not much shorter than Jiang Fan.

She is tall and her thin body seems to contain infinite power.

There was no discomfort at all in carrying a big man like Jiang Fan on her back.

Jiang Fan felt an indescribable complexity in his heart as he felt the faint fragrance coming from Dora Yue'er's body.

This woman was so attentive to him, I'm afraid she had ulterior motives! Was she trying to use her honey trap on her? !

However, thinking about her country being destroyed and her family being ruined, and the fact that she was lowering her posture now just because she wanted him to help her get revenge, Jiang Fan didn't know what to say.

The Imperial Master behind him looked at Dora Yue'er's thin body carrying Jiang Fan on her back, a complex expression flashed in her eyes, she sighed, shook her head and followed.

Zhong Ling, who was standing by, also looked at Duo La Yue Er with a complicated expression, but she didn't say anything else. She could understand Duo La Yue Er's intention.

Since she wanted to rely on Jiang Fan, she had to show enough sincerity and lower her attitude!

However, she didn't know whether Duo La Yue Er would attack Jiang Fan after her revenge was successful. She just hoped that she was overthinking it.

After walking for several miles, Dora Yue'er was obviously a little tired. There was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead and her breathing became heavier.

"Let me do it!" At this time, the National Master of Beimeng came over and patted Dora Yue'er gently.

Dora Yue'er heard this and looked at her master. After hesitating for a moment, she stopped and put Jiang Fan down.

Jiang Fan wanted to refuse, but Beimeng State Master said, "You are walking too slowly. In a few miles, we will be out of this snowy area. We should speed up. You don't want to slow down the whole team because of you, right?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan shut up immediately. This snowy area was the most dangerous. If they slowed down because of him, everyone might be in danger.

With no other choice, he could only be carried on the back of Beimeng State Master again. Looking at Beimeng State Master carrying him, Jiang Fan felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Thinking back to the first time he met this beautiful imperial master, the two of them almost fought to the death. The trap he set also almost killed this imperial master.

But it has only been a short time since then, and he and this beautiful imperial teacher have become mutually supportive.

A faint fragrance wafted into Jiang Fan's nose. He was somewhat curious about how old the Beimeng National Master was. She looked to be only in her twenties, but to be the master of the eighteen-year-old Dora Yue'er, she must be very old.

According to rumors, the Northern Mongolian Imperial Master has been serving in the Northern Mongolian Royal Court for at least twenty years. Even if he was sixteen or seventeen years old when he took office, he must be nearly forty years old.

But the national teacher in front of him didn't look like a forty-year-old at all, and some people would believe that she was a 28-year-old girl.

Her beauty is different from Dora Yue'er's. Dora Yue'er is fiery and unrestrained. Even if she is a sunflower, this Beimeng national teacher is like an orchid in a valley. She is pure and innocent, and she admires her beauty alone!

"Boy, be honest... this way you can live longer." Beimeng National Master felt Jiang Fan sniffing the fragrance on her body, and a faint blush flashed across her expressionless face.

Her words sounded cold, but they did not have much impact on Jiang Fan.

Although this woman was cold and kept people at a distance, she was actually not that difficult to get along with. At least, she truly cared for Dora Yue'er.

He is not close to her, but not distant either. Otherwise, with her noble status, it is impossible for her to betray Jiang Fan.

"Master Imperial Master, when the cold wind blew, I smelled a fragrance and couldn't help but sniff it. You can't be angry! I was forced to do this." Jiang Fan said lightly.

With the help of Beimeng's national teacher to block the cold wind for him, he was able to speak with difficulty.

Hearing the helplessness in his tone, Beimeng's state teacher froze for a moment, with a hint of shame and anger flashing in his eyes. There was nothing wrong with what Jiang Fan said.

He was forced to do so, you can't be angry about this. But Jiang Fan's words sounded like he deserved a beating.

She actually wanted to throw Jiang Fan down, but thinking about the steepness of the mountain, if something went wrong, Jiang Fan would be finished, and the revival plan would be ruined. She could only resist the urge to throw Jiang Fan down.

But with such close contact with Jiang Fan, feeling the warm body temperature of Jiang Fan, she felt a strange feeling in her heart, which was hard to explain! At this moment, she wanted to scold Jiang Fan, you little thief! I will kill you!

Suppressing the urge to throw someone down, Beimeng State Master simply ignored Jiang Fan and continued walking forward with him on his back.

Compared to Zhong Ling and Duo La Yue Er, it seemed much easier for her to carry Jiang Fan. After all, she was a master-level expert.

After walking for about two hours, the group finally walked out of the blizzard area. The wind and snow ahead had subsided, the snow on the top of the mountain had also decreased, and even the temperature had risen a few degrees.

On the last stretch of the journey, it was the Northern Mongolian National Master who carried Jiang Fan all by himself.

As soon as they got out of the snowstorm area, she put Jiang Fan down, frowned, and walked aside. She had a cold face and ignored Jiang Fan.

When Dora Yueer saw her master's look, she couldn't help but give Jiang Fan a cold look. This guy was really bold. He even teased his own master!

If Jiang Fan wasn't still useful, she estimated that her master would have cut the damn guy into pieces long ago.