Nan Yan didn't know what was going on in her mind, but the moment she saw Zhu Feng's face clearly, tears gushed out like a flood breaking a bank.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
As for Zhu Feng, seeing her curled up on the bedside, her snow-white shoulders and slender ankles were exposed, leaving the finger marks of Tong Jie's raging just now.
His breath sank.
But when he spoke, his voice was extremely calm: "Come here!"
"..."
Nan Yan had exhausted all her strength in the struggle, but when she heard his voice, it seemed that she had injected infinite strength into herself again. She gritted her teeth and sat up, reaching out her hand.
The big rough hand grasped hers at once.
Feeling the coldness of that little hand, and even trembling, and seeing that she was naked, Zhu Feng took a step forward, simply wrapped her in that blanket, and hugged her up.
At this moment, Nan Yan's heart beat like thunder.
Zhu Feng strode out of the tent with her in his arms, and saw two corpses on the ground at a glance, one should be a corpse, and the other was still a little bit alive, but he couldn't move or speak at all. He only opened his frightened but unwilling eyes, staring at Si Nanyan firmly.
Zhu Feng walked up to him and looked down at him.
Suddenly stepped down.
Nan Yan hastily closed her eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, Zhu Feng had already carried her on the horseback. When she looked down, Tong Jie died in a pool of blood, and her eyes were trampled beyond recognition.
The nightmare-like experience just now seemed to have dissipated at this moment. Nan Yan only felt that the hands embraced her again and held the rein tightly, and Zhu Feng's low and magnetic voice came from above her head: "Hold on to me!"
Nan Yan hastily stretched out her hand from under the blanket, and grabbed the hem of his chest forcefully.
"drive!"
The horse under the seat rushed out like an arrow off the string.
I don't know how he got in just now, but this time, someone was riding a horse galloping in the dead of night, which of course immediately attracted the attention of the guards. As soon as those people saw them, they immediately chased after them.
Someone yelled, "Something went wrong!"
"Young Master Tong was killed!"
"Hurry up, chase that person back!"
Nan Yan's heartbeat suddenly intensified. She curled up in Zhu Feng's arms, unable to see what was going on behind her, and could only hear his deep, heavy breathing. In the middle, there were other people's hoofbeats and shouts.
They caught up.
And at this time, she finally came to her senses about one thing—
Zhu Feng came here alone!
He didn't even bring an attendant, a guard, or even a helper. As an emperor, he came to the enemy's camp alone to rescue himself? !
The wind whistling around, the hooves of horses behind them bursting, and even when they themselves were galloping on horses, they felt a sense of earth turning upside down.
However, Nan Yan raised her head and looked at that handsome and resolute face, but she felt an indescribable feeling of peace of mind.
Trembling, she grasped his skirt tightly, and slowly pressed her face against his chest.
The originally heavy breathing on the top of the head suddenly suffocated at this time.
But he didn't say anything, he just rode his horse and whipped harder.
Even so, when they kept galloping forward, Nanyan could still hear the sound of horseshoes approaching, and even heard someone shouting—
"Shoot him!"