Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

Lu Yuan put his forehead on his hands, his eyes lowered with a faint smile, and his slender fingers were still caressing her little head.

It wasn't until the woman's soft snores were heard that Lu Yuan retracted his fingers, lowered his head slightly, and placed a gentle kiss between her eyebrows.

He lay down on the pillow beside her, put his hands through the quilt, and held her whole body in his arms, his chin resting lightly on her exposed little head.

He didn't know the future, he only knew that having her by his side was enough.

People outside the window saw the lights of the inn being extinguished one by one, and the leader gestured to the people behind him.

In an instant, a group of people swarmed toward the same window.

Unfortunately, as soon as the person reached the window, he was ejected by an invisible force.

Just listen to the sound of heavy objects falling into the snow.

These sounds woke up the other guests in the inn, but made Lu Yuan's thin lips slightly raise with his eyes closed.

Although the other guests were awakened, no one dared to open the window. They just curled up on the couch and listened to what was going on outside the window.

The Beiming people in the other rooms had already known what happened tonight, so they didn't pay attention to the noise outside the window at all.

Outside the window, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard again and again, and the inn owner did not dare to easily send someone out to check.

The situation in Qingxuan Continent has been chaotic recently, and the four cities are a little uneasy. Such things are not uncommon. He is naturally not a fool, and let his people die for nothing.

At this time, Fang Qiuer was sitting on the couch in a luxurious inn. There were several fire pots in the room, and the whole room was warm.

In her mind, she remembered the handsome face of the man she met at the city gate today, with his cherry-like mouth pursed into a straight line.

Such a handsome man, with such an outstanding temperament, even her superior cousin, King Zhao, cannot match.

After today, that man will be hers!

It seems that she has seen the scene after the man belongs to her, and there is a hint of ferocity on her beautiful face that she is determined to win.

However, until midnight, the people she sent out had not returned yet, which gave her a bad feeling in her heart.

"Did he get killed?"

She squinted her eyes and muttered, but she didn't believe it in her heart.

The people she sent out today are all Bai Ling's junior level. They are secret guards secretly trained by the Fang family. Judging from the appearance of those people, they are only over a hundred or two hundred years old. Their strength should not be much better. .

The longer the time went on, the more uneasy she felt. Finally, after another hour passed, she finally couldn't sit still.

"Somebody come!"

Following her sharp shout, someone quickly appeared outside the door and asked respectfully: "What are your orders, young lady?"

"Go and see why those people haven't come back yet."

The man responded, turned around and disappeared quickly.

She squinted her eyes slightly. Could it be that she had misjudged the truth and realized that those people were actually hidden people?

About half an hour later, all the people she sent out finally returned.

Apart from being shivering from the cold, almost no one was injured.

Fang Qiuer's eyes were downcast and full of anger, and she slapped a small table beside her with one hand. The steaming tea set on it jumped up, and then fell back to the table, making a ping-ping-pong-pong-pong sound.

"What the hell is going on?"

The leader trembled and said: "Hui... Hui girl, there are masters among those people, and we can't break their barrier at all."

Who knows, they have tried every method to break the barrier, but the barrier still remains motionless.

The barrier was not broken, but a group of them almost froze to death.