The bloody flesh and broken fingers were crushed into a puddle of mud under the horse's hooves.
Blood was all over the ground, white bones were vaguely visible, mixed in the pool of blood, and drops of blood kept flowing out.
The uncle was lying on the ground, his eyes wide open, his intact right hand trembling uncontrollably: "You, you you you..."
The man on horseback had sharp eyebrows and sparkling eyes. Shen Yan lowered his eyes and curled his lips, his gaze casually passing over the face of the king's uncle, and then he raised the whip high.
The horses neigh and roar, piercing the sky.
The prince's uncle was lying on the ground, feeling that half of his palm was almost broken. The pain made him scream in agony, and his wails were deafening.
The sun was setting, and in the blurred vision, I could only see Shen Yan whipping his horse and riding it through the dusk.
As he passed Song Lingzhi, Shen Yan leaned over, reached down, and picked up Song Lingzhi by the waist.
The sound of the wind and the neighing of horses all fell into my ears.
Song Lingzhi screamed in surprise, and heard a rustling wind passing by. Half of her body seemed to be suspended in the air, swaying on the verge of falling.
"Shen..."
The strong wind rushed into his throat, causing Song Lingzhi to cough repeatedly.
The horse's hooves kept moving, the horse's back rose and fell, Shen Yan galloped on the horse, and the sound of the rushing wind passed by his ears.
Song Lingzhi closed his eyes and subconsciously grasped the other person's collar.
The sky was filled with red clouds. After an unknown amount of time, the horses gradually stopped and the breeze swayed. Song Lingzhi opened his eyes and saw Shen Yan's residence was within reach.
The black painted pillars were shiny and glossy. The five gates in the fence were wide open, and a group of servants had received orders and stood in front of the gates with their hands hanging down.
The white horse stopped steadily in front of the mansion, its tall silhouette reflected on the ground.
Song Lingzhi opened his eyes and saw Shen Yan's pair of mysterious eyes.
He lowered his eyelashes, and his black eyes were dark and unclear where the sunlight could not reach.
The lower jaw was raised, and the hands were slender, white, with distinct joints.
Shen Yan lowered his head and looked around. His red lips reflected the sun, and his face was covered with powder and rouge. It is said that the swallows are jealous and the orioles are ashamed, and the peaches are ashamed and the plums are inferior.
No wonder that old man just now...
Shen Yan's eyes were dark and he tightened the reins in his hands. The white horse was chewing the grass in front of the door, but was inexplicably pulled up by its master and looked back suspiciously.
Shrouded in the shadow of the sun, Shen Yan's eyes were very deep. He curled his lips and sneered: "You have a good-looking face."
Shen Yan lowered his head and gently gestured on Song Lingzhi's cheek with the hand holding the reins.
"You said if I whipped a whip here..."
The reins were rough and frizzy, and Song Lingzhi felt countless tremors on his cheeks.
The uncle of the emperor is the younger brother of the queen and holds a high position, but Shen Yan can still break one of his hands without batting an eyelid.
Song Lingzhi's body was shaking like a cicada's wings, her eyes were filled with fear and anxiety, and she stammered with her red lips: "I, I..."
With the shadow looming over his head, Shen Yan curled his lips and laughed into Song Lingzhi's ears, "Your face is ruined. Will those two blind guys still look at you?"
Song Lingzhi opened his eyes wide and his hands and feet trembled.
Half of her body was still hanging in the air. As long as Shen Yan let go...
The imagined reins did not fall on his face. Shen Yan turned over and jumped off the horse, leaving Song Lingzhi sitting high on the horse's back.
The scarlet figure fell in the warm spring day.
After escaping from the jaws of death, Song Lingzhi stroked his chest, his heart pounding with fear.
Qiuyan and Baizhi followed soon after, both of them looked hurried, with a lot of thoughts in their furrowed brows.