A small peasant girl who traveled through time and space picked up a war god prince

Birds return to their nests, their melodious chirps as if bidding farewell to this beautiful day. Flowers close, their beauty gathered, awaiting tomorrow's bloom. The beauty of the setting sun is enchanting. The quiet of a wooden door, the fragrance of millet rice, the fireworks of a mountain home, the spring rain clearing, a beautiful scene of picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely gazing at the southern mountains.

Lan Niang's voice sounded behind him. "Husband, why don't you go in?"

Bai Qingyuan withdrew his thoughts. "My dear, when I think back to the past, how could we have had such a virtuous relationship to watch the sunset?" He also didn't expect to achieve what he has today. "This is truly Yu Yatou's blessing."

Knowing that Yu'er is good, we will be extra nice to her in the future. Come back!

The next day, they were going to prepare for a banquet to worship their ancestors at the ancestral temple. Bai Qingyuan and his family also washed up early to rest.

Late at night, the moonlight shone like silver, illuminating a small, isolated building in the quiet countryside. A group of assassins, cloaked in shadows, approached their target like ghosts, preparing to sneak in.

who.

The man in black is talking nonsense, he is your grandfather's man.

Long San, looking at the nearly one hundred people coming, he said, "Who gave you the guts to trespass into Princess Changning's house? Stop them!"

The assassin's sword flashed with a cold gleam. With a flash of lightning, he rushed towards the guards. In a split second, the Dragon Guards flashed, and a fierce battle erupted. The guards quickly formed a defensive line to meet the assassin's attack.

The assassin's strikes were lightning fast, his swordsmanship was tricky, and every move was deadly. The guards fought back with superb skills and tenacious fighting spirit, and the swords clashed and sparks flew.

The battle intensified, and the assassin engaged the guards in close combat. The guards skillfully coordinated and supported each other, forming an impenetrable defense. The assassin countered each move, but the guards' unity made a breakthrough difficult.

At the critical moment, the assassin used his ultimate move, his figure moved as fast as a phantom, and his sword skills were like a venomous snake escaping a hole, putting the guards in a passive position. However, when the fight entered a white-hot stage.

The person sent by King Yi to investigate the news arrived, and Feng Yu, King Yi's capable subordinate, quickly joined the battle with a master who could fight against a hundred people alone.

The assassin saw that more and more people were coming, while his own people were getting fewer and fewer. After fighting for such a long time, he had no advantage at all, and their people were still gradually increasing. Where did this master come from?

Isn't it said that this princess is a peasant girl? Who sent so many people to protect her?

Even if we can grow some high-yield crops, is it really that great?

If Siyu heard this, she would definitely laugh at the assassin. "Brother, your information is delayed. I have been named a princess and can afford 500 guards, not to mention the experts sent by the bosses. Even if you have 72 transformations of the Monkey King, you can't escape the Five Finger Mountain of Tathagata! Hahaha, you want to bully me, little guy? Let's see if you have what it takes."

The assassin was furious and cursed. "Prime Minister Fang has spread false information again. He went back and told my master that he hadn't communicated the cancellation of the cooperation with him clearly, which caused us heavy losses." The man in black saw that the situation was not right and quickly blew the whistle. At the sound of the whistle, the men in black quickly retreated.

Feng Yu and Long San met and compared information, then began to investigate the black-clad figure on the ground, looking for any clues or signs. They found no jewelry on their bodies. The only clue was a tattoo on the black-clad figure's chest: a red spider lily. They stared at each other, wondering what kind of organization this was, as they had never seen it before.

As the sounds of fighting erupted outside and swords clashed, everyone in the house got up upon hearing the commotion. They all hid in the house, not daring to come out. These killers were too formidable for the family. Their limited skills could only handle a few hooligans and rogues. For these top-notch killers, going out would only be a burden. Staying in the house would be considered a favor to them. Going out would only make matters worse. When the shouting and killing outside stopped, everyone quietly emerged from the house and saw the body on the ground.

Lan Niang covered Ayun's eyes. "Yun'er, don't look." Ayu and Ahuan frowned. Although only eight, they had been studying for a long time and were praised by others as "little scholars." They knew what this meant.

Bai Qingyuan looked at this and these black people asked whether this was an assassination or had some other purpose.

Long San stepped forward to report that Mr. Bai and his men were coming for the granary.

Bai Qingyuan was so angry that he cursed loudly, "What shameless villains! Can they just not stand to see our country doing well? What good does it do them if the people can't eat and live in poverty? With this food, the people will not starve in the future. How can they be so shameless?" Think about it, if a scholar curses again, it will be "Shameless Bastard".

After dealing with the assassin, Feng Yu went to meet Bai Qingyuan's family. When he saw Lan Niang, whose figure and appearance had recovered, he couldn't help but call out, "Miss."

Lan Niang was puzzled, Miss, are you calling me?

Feng Yu's eyes were filled with tears of excitement. Yes, Miss, don't you recognize this old slave?

A man in his forties watched excitedly at the woman who had once been the most talented in the capital. The young lady, a woman of both talent and beauty, had changed her appearance, but she was still instantly recognizable. "Young lady, this old servant was the head of the master's guards, wasn't he?" Do you remember? When you were little, this old servant took you to the village to collect bird eggs, to the river to catch fish, taught you kung fu, painted turtles on your master's face, secretly put insects in his pockets, and even secretly pulled out his beard. Do you remember?

Lan Niang listened to Feng Yu's words, and a fragment of the memory flashed through her mind. But she shook her head and couldn't remember it clearly.

Feng Yu had heard from his master that the eldest daughter had lost her memory due to a severe blow to the head, resulting in a blood clot compressing her nerves. Although the blood clot in her brain was slowly dispersing, she still couldn't recall the past all at once, only the fragments that flashed through her mind grew more and more day by day.

Feng Yu now saw that people had obtained accurate information, so he immediately sent a pigeon to King Yi.

The Dragon Guards who arrived shortly after also received confirmation from Feng Yu that the person was Princess Zilan, Feng Zilan. They immediately sent a message to the Emperor, confirming that Princess Zilan had been found.

Bai Qingyuan looked at his wife with a puzzled expression. Although he knew she was of high status from the moment he first met her, he was still a little overwhelmed now that her family had come to visit him. He wondered if he would be rejected and abandoned by his wife. Frightened and nervous, Bai Qingyuan grabbed Lan Niang's hand and held it tightly.

Lan Niang noticed Bai Qingyuan's uneasiness and said to him in a comforting tone, "Don't be nervous, my husband. I won't abandon you. Don't worry." She reached out and patted Bai Qingyuan's hand. Bai Qingyuan felt relieved and no longer afraid after receiving his wife's affirmation.

At this time, Bai Qingyuan quickly asked Feng Yu and the Dragon Guards to go into the house to drink tea and rest.