It's Zhu Xuan!
Ran Xiaoyu's heart sank, and before she had time to think about it, Zhu Xuan pulled her down with force.
"ah!"
Ran Xiaoyu fell down, staggered two steps before barely standing still, and hurriedly turned around and ran forward, but the soldiers in front had already blocked the whole way, and Zhu Xuan behind him threw the whip on her body without losing the opportunity set.
Immediately, the whole person was trapped.
He pulled hard, and Ran Xiaoyu stumbled back a few steps and bumped into his arms.
Zhu Xuan hugged her tightly.
"you!"
Ran Xiaoyu was so angry that her pretty face turned pale, she gritted her teeth and wanted to bite him, but Zhu Xuan looked down at her with a satisfied smile on his face.
"This king has been thinking about it," he said, while holding her waist tightly with the other hand, holding her firmly in his arms: "How can I trap you."
"..."
"I didn't expect that it took so many people to get to this point."
"..."
"Xiaoyu, you are the toughest woman this king has ever met."
Ran Xiaoyu's eyes were a little red, and she said fiercely: "Aren't you relying on these subordinates? Can you catch me by yourself?"
"..."
Be provoked.
Zhu Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly, but smiled again: "But, this king is King Ning, and these subordinates are my strength."
"..."
"No matter how you say it, my king has finally got his wish."
After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and smiled into her eyes: "Maybe, you don't know much about the power of this king, but—maybe, you will soon understand."
Ran Xiaoyu got goosebumps all over her body after hearing what he said.
But she sneered: "I don't quite understand your strength."
"..."
"But your stupidity, I can see clearly."
"...?"
Zhu Xuan was stunned for a moment by her sudden confidence and provocation, but the next moment, he suddenly wanted to feel something.
Holding her hand hard, he pulled her into his arms, and stretched out his hand to lift off the cloak on her body.
Suddenly, everyone around was startled.
Ran Xiaoyu was originally carrying Princess Xinping on her back, but at this moment, she was only carrying a gray monk's robe rolled together!
Just now because she was running all the time, everyone only looked at her protruding back, and thought it was Princess Xinping. They didn't notice at all. At some point, Princess Xinping turned into a ball of clothes!
Zhu Xuan immediately changed his face: "Where is she?"
Ran Xiaoyu said coldly: "You are so capable, why don't you go find it yourself?"
"..."
Zhu Xuan looked around gloomyly. The monks of Dabao Temple had already been detained by them at this time. He took a look and suddenly found that the little monk who had followed Ran Xiaoyu to the door was no longer there.
He let out a deep breath, stared into her eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Come here."
"exist."
"Immediately search around here for a five or six-year-old monk and Princess Xinping. We must find them!"
"yes!"
When those people left, Zhu Xuan turned his head and looked at Ran Xiaoyu in his arms: "As for you—Xiaoyu, you can follow me back to the mansion."
"..."
"What is the strength of this king, you should find out."
"—"
Ran Xiaoyu turned blue and stared at him closely.
"Walk!"
After speaking, he held Ran Xiaoyu tightly and took her away.
At the same time, outside Dabao Temple, a little monk Mingxin carefully climbed out of a cave with Princess Xinping on his back.
Like a vigilant little animal, he poked his head out and looked around to make sure there was no danger around him.
Only then was he relieved.
At the same time, Xin Ping, who had been quietly carried on his back all this time, let out a joyful whimper when he saw the light.
Ming Xin glanced back at her, and said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, you didn't make a sound just now, it will be miserable if someone finds out."
"Aww..."
"If they find out, we will have to hide in this hole for the rest of our lives."
"Woo..."
"But that doesn't work. Sister Xiaoyu just said that I would take you to find your mother. But who is your mother? You are a princess, so isn't your mother a queen or a very powerful concubine?"
"Aww!"
"Where should I find her?"
Mingxin looked back at the Dabao Temple in the distance with some worry, and then looked at Xiaoping on his back, and then said: "But I really didn't expect that you would be a princess."
"..."
"But since you are a princess, I have to protect you."
"Aww!"
"Let's go," he said as he crawled out of the cave. The monk's robe was taken off, and he was only wearing a worn-out short jacket underneath, which was covered with a lot of dust after crawling in the cave for so long.
He reached out and brushed off his sleeves and knees, lifted the slack on his back up again, and said, "Let's go, the little princess is looking for her mother!"
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The door was gently opened.
Standing at the door, Nan Yan saw the tall figure standing in front of her, her eyes became hot for some reason.
"ah… "
Although she endured and endured, the tears still welled up slowly, burning her eye circles red.
don't hurt...
It was actually Li Bushang who also survived the storm.
That's great!
Although this is a happy reunion, besides joy, there is only more sadness and helplessness in her heart at this moment.
Thinking of his own embarrassment, and what Lian Er said just now was heard by him.
She forced a smile to make herself look less embarrassed, but Li Bushang stood in front of her, looking down at his slightly red eye circles.
"you-"
"Uh uh."
Nan Yan shook her head slightly at him, as if to say - I'm fine.
But Li Bushang looked at her like a bottomless deep pool.
"I know."
He only said these three words, and these three words cut Nan Yan's heart like a blunt knife.
"..."
Li Bushang looked at her for a long time, from her eyes, to her pale lips, to her thin and pointed chin, the haze in his eyes deepened every time he saw it.
Finally, his eyes fell on her slender neck.
The scar on the throat.
That night, looking at her figure swallowed by the waves in the wind and rain, this scene was like a nightmare, and these days kept reappearing in his mind.
Finally saw her, but this scar still scalded him.
"Nanyan..."
He called his name softly, raised his hand, and reached for her neck.
As if wanting to touch her.
But just when his fingertips were about to touch the scar, Nan Yan suddenly took a step back.
At the same time, he himself stopped.
Now is not the time.