Even though I was dressed as an ugly woman, I was still forced to love by all kinds of big guys

Fu Yuan'er looked at Nannan, unable to react for a moment, then saw Nannan's short legs move quickly, and she ran to the gate of the yard and opened the door.

Several men dressed as guards appeared together. One of them bowed deeply to Fu Yuan'er, his eyes always looking at the ground, not daring to look at her face.

Her Highness the Goddess was not wearing a veil, and it was disrespectful for men to look at her face casually. The others also lowered their heads and did not dare to look at her any longer.

"The Thousand-Year-Old Master has sent a lot of people to lead away the guards. Let's run!" Nannan took out a spare piece of gauze and handed it to Fu Yuan'er. Seeing that she still didn't respond, she became a little anxious, "Your Highness the Goddess?"

At Nannan's urging, Fu Yuan'er took the veil, but was reluctant to put it on. The five fingers holding the veil gradually tightened. After a while, she finally made up her mind.

"I'm not leaving." She looked at Nannan, and seeing her expression of confusion, she explained, "The young marquis said he would send me back to the imperial city, and I promised him that I would stay a little longer and pray for another rain in Yongzhou."

"Nannan, hurry up and leave before you are discovered by the Mighty Army."

Oh, my goddess! Nannan was so anxious that her two delicate eyebrows were almost twisted together, "Don't trust men's words easily!"

My mother said that men are good at acting and deceiving people. If you believe what men say, you will be unlucky for the rest of your life.

No matter what, Fu Yuan'er made a decision. She wanted to believe Shang Shiyu and he would not lie to her.

There was no other way, Nannan could only follow the guards. Before leaving, she filled up the dog hole to prevent the Marquis from seeing it and misunderstanding it.

Fu Yuan'er returned to the bedroom and lay on the round table, quietly waiting for Shang Shiyu to come back. Not only did she believe in him, but she also didn't want him to be sad.

If she left without saying a word, he would definitely be very sad when he came back. She didn't want him to show that sad expression again. She wanted him to be happier.

Before she knew it, she fell asleep on the table. When Shang Shiyu came back, it was already midnight.

Although the dog hole had been filled up, he still keenly noticed the difference: someone else had come to the Marquis' Mansion.

She left? His hands were shaking as he opened the door. She had clearly made an agreement with him...

When he saw that she was still there, sleeping quietly and obediently on the table, waiting for him to come back, the satisfaction in his heart and the surging emotions almost overwhelmed him.

He tried to control himself, approached quietly, and wanted to carry her to the bed, but she opened her eyes unexpectedly.

"You're back?" Fu Yuan'er rubbed her eyes, still a little dazed. "Are you okay?"

Shang Shiyu shook his head, hugged her, bent his waist, and buried his head in her neck. "Thanks to the goddess' blessing, I am not hurt."

The ones who attacked at night were from the Twelve Divisions. They were just harassing us and frantically testing the border. If you chased them, they would run away. If you retreated, they would come back again, and this cycle would repeat.

Liu Ye was so angry that he cursed at the dark Gobi Desert. A strong wind blew, and his curses stopped abruptly. He spat out two mouthfuls of sand and complained to him, "What's going on with Yu Yan? Wasn't it the peace agreement with the Twelve Tribes? Did it fail? Are we going to fight again?"

Leaving Liu Ye and Hu Er in charge, he hurried back, always feeling that something was wrong, but fortunately, she was there.

"Can I continue to stay with you in the room tonight?" Shang Shiyu reached out and stroked her long golden hair, as if he was petting a cat, his movements extremely gentle.

Fu Yuan'er slept on the bed, and he slept on the floor under the couch. It was like this for the past few days. She originally wanted to sleep on the floor, after all, she felt a little guilty about letting the wounded sleep on the floor.

But Shang Shiyu refused to let her do so no matter what. He said how could he let his beloved girl sleep on the floor?

He is really good at playing straight, which always makes her blush and her heart beat fast.

Observing the sky at night, it would rain in two days. She would then pray for one last rain for Yongzhou, and then leave. Thinking about it, she felt a little reluctant.

Feeling that she seemed to be preoccupied and unable to sleep, Shang Shiyu suddenly sat up and asked, "Do you want to go out for a night out?"

Fu Yuan'er also suddenly got up, her eyes sparkling, and even her tone was full of anticipation, "Is it possible?!"

After a little disguise, the two people turned into ordinary people and appeared on the streets of Yongzhou's night market.

There was no curfew here, the lights were bright, and dancers twirled and leaped on the tall buildings, drawing rounds of cheers. A vendor selling candy figurines waved at Fu Yuan'er, "Are you from out of town? You're so pretty~"

Who wouldn't be happy to be praised? Fu Yuan'er was about to take care of the boss's business, but she remembered that she didn't bring any money. When she was about to put the candy man down, Shang Shiyu had already paid with his quick eyes and hands.

He said to the boss, "No need to look for it, just go on and praise her more." She loved to hear it.

After getting the money, the boss praised even more enthusiastically. After all, he was a businessman, and his tongue was more eloquent than ordinary people. Fu Yuaner felt a little embarrassed by his praise.

That night, Shang Shiyu took everything she had looked at without saying a word. By the time they returned to the Marquis' Mansion, it was already late at night.

Looking at the pile of things, Fu Yuan'er scratched her head. It seemed that she had bought too many and many of them could not be taken back to the imperial city.

As if he could see through her concerns, Shang Shiyu hugged her again. He really liked having her sit on his lap, just like holding a child. "If you can't take them away, leave them here. I'll take good care of them and wait for your next return."

They looked at each other again, and Fu Yuan'er nodded solemnly, leaning on his strong chest. She thought that she would definitely come back here again, and hoped that by then, she would have regained her memory.

On the day of praying for rain, the streets were deserted again. Those who had not seen the goddess before came early today to take the front seats.

Someone asked curiously, "Didn't Young Marquis Shang have a conflict with the goddess a few days ago?"

"Yeah, there was a big commotion that night. It was the goddess who escaped, and he caught her!" Someone whispered, "Maybe they killed too many people. These soldiers don't believe in or fear the gods at all..."

On the prayer platform, Fu Yuan'er was still wearing a white gauze dress and a veil, looking exactly the same as when she prayed for rain that day. The only difference was that the silver bells on her feet had disappeared.

But it doesn't matter. It's going to rain today anyway. She's just going through the motions.

There was a strong wind blowing, but the sky was still clear. Fu Yuan'er was ready to wait a little longer. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Shang Shiyu wearing a dark suit, with his white hair neatly tied up high. He was surrounded by the mighty army in the middle, and he looked extremely handsome.

The dog-headed military advisor came running hurriedly from a distance, holding a silver bell in his hand. He searched the entire Yongzhou and finally found it in the camp. One of his brothers thought it was beautiful and wanted to give it to his sweetheart when he got it back, but he snatched it back.

Shang Shiyu took the silver bell and walked towards the prayer platform under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

He stood in the audience, stretched out a hand, and looked up at her: "Your Highness, Goddess, please let me put it on for you."

If it weren't for the veil covering her face, people would definitely find that the goddess's face was more charming than with rouge on.

Holding her small and delicate feet, Shang Shiyu slowly put the silver bells on her. Perhaps his hands were too big, making it difficult to fasten the bells, and it took him a while.

His rough fingertips rubbed her fair ankles intentionally or unintentionally. Fu Yuan'er was very embarrassed and wanted to pull her foot back, but he held it and she couldn't move.

She glared at Shang Shiyu, her eyes saying: You did it on purpose!

That cute little look made Shang Shiyu curl his lips and smile slightly, revealing his cute dimples. Before she could react, he lowered his head and kissed the back of her feet.

“Wow!!! Can we watch this without paying!!!” The crowd instantly became excited, and everyone’s gossipy hearts were burning.

So Young Marquis Shang has completely surrendered to the goddess? Who just said he doesn't believe in or fear the gods?!

Liu Ye, who was not far away, stretched out his hand and slapped his forehead with a "bang". The white hair on his forehead fell down dejectedly. It was over. He was completely sunken in. How could he behave in public?

Fu Yuan'er was also shocked by Shang Shiyu's bold move. She twisted her ankle and warned him softly: "Stop it! Let go..."

Shang Shiyu let go obediently, but the smile on the corner of his lips did not diminish. He stepped aside, ignoring the eyes of the people around him, and just looked at the girl on the stage affectionately.

This was the first time that the people of Yongzhou City saw the young marquis smile. It turned out that his smile was so friendly and handsome.

When heavy rain fell on Yongzhou City again, some people cheered excitedly and knelt down to worship the goddess, begging her to stay a little longer and bring some more rain to Yongzhou.

Not wanting her to get wet in the heavy rain for too long, Shang Shiyu took the umbrella and strode towards the prayer platform. The two of them stared at each other, with reluctance in their eyes.

According to the agreement, after praying for rain, she should leave.