To go or not to go? A tug-of-war began in her mind.
"Princess Saint, what are you still hesitating about? If you don't leave, it will be too late to be discovered! Although the devil won't touch you in a short time, there is no guarantee that he will let you go in the future. You are a majestic Princess Saint, how could you
As a slave or a concubine?" The man became a little anxious.
Long Fuyue was slightly shaken: "You are following me! When did you sneak in?"
A look of surprise flashed in the man's eyes: "The saint is really smart, yes, Wei Jiang has been among his army for three or four days in order to rescue the princess..."
"Then what's your name?" Long Fuyue was still worried.[
"The Holy Princess has really forgotten about the general. The general is Yang Siming, who used to be the bodyguard of the Holy Princess. The day the city was destroyed happened to be the time when the General went home to visit his relatives. By the time he got back, everything was irreversible... Only then did the Holy Princess let the Holy Princess know
What fell into their hands was the general's dereliction of duty. After the general took the princess out, he was punished by the princess!" Yang Siming looked regretful.
Long Fuyue looked at his expression and saw that it really didn't look like he was faking it. She couldn't help but feel moved. She gritted her teeth and nodded: "Okay! I'll go with you!"
She put on the armor. This armor could be said to be worn by the thinnest person in the army. However, it was still a bit too big for Long Fuyue, who was not tall enough. But she could only make do with it.
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As expected, Yang Siming had done enough preliminary preparations and knew the passwords clearly. In addition, the soldiers were a little lax tonight. Long Fuyue lowered his head and followed behind Yang Siming, and he managed to sneak out so easily.
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Seeing Feng Qianyu's camp being left behind by them, Long Fuyue's heart beat wildly.
Free, she is finally free!
She didn't know why, but she was happy to escape from Feng Qianyu's clutches, but there was also an indescribable loss that was tangled in her heart...
It was midnight at this time, and the camp was still quiet. Except for the patrolling soldiers, everyone was resting. Even the Chinese army tent where Feng Qianyu was located was dark. It was obvious that the guy was also fast asleep.
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Yang Siming took her into the mountains.
Long Fuyue followed him with a deep kick and a shallow kick. Inexplicably, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and uneasiness filled her limbs.