Shan Chao's hands trembled slightly, and there was only one thought in his mind: What should I do
Yang Miaorong's life, Xie Yun's relationship, Empress Wu's abnormal behavior just now... All doubts were connected in my mind in an instant, and they all fell on the prince who closed his eyes tightly in front of him at this moment.
Some hazy fragments suddenly flashed in Shan Chao's mind by chance, his brows twitched, and the fragmented pictures whizzed past in front of his eyes—
"...Ah!" The unconscious young man on the sand twitched violently, turned over and vomited, choking out a big mouthful of bloody sand from his throat. After a long while, he finally spit it out, wiped his mouth, sat up, and suddenly screamed in pain and covered his chest.
Just after the sandstorm passed, it was like a catastrophe caused by a catastrophe, and the yellow sand was a mess for thousands of miles.
There was a large bruise on the young man's heart, and the bruises were extremely frightening, and his ribs collapsed strangely, and they had already been broken.
"... Huh," the young man kneeling beside him let out a long breath, and sat down on the ground in relief.
"What, what's going on, Master?" The young man's lingering fears still persisted, and every time he uttered a word, there was a stabbing pain in his chest: "I thought I was going to die, and the courtyard wall collapsed and buried me under it..."
"I can't die," the young man said exhaustedly.
He pointed to the fractured part of the boy's chest, and said, "You just held your breath temporarily. I pressed on your left heart for half an hour, and two of your ribs were broken before I rescued you... Tie the wooden boards, and follow me." I'm leaving, the next storm is coming."
Squeeze the heart.
Shan Chao didn't carry the prince back into the crowd, and didn't even respond to Empress Wu's screams. With trembling hands, he laid the prince flat on the ground, folded his hands and pressed his heart firmly.
He didn't know how long he had pressed it, and he didn't even feel the guards rushing forward to pull him. He just pressed it hard and released it, pressed it and released it, and all the chaos and noise around him disappeared. into a blurred background.
Suddenly, a high-pitched scream with a different tone resounded in my ears: "Wake up!"
"His Royal Highness is awake!"
"Cough! Cough, cough, cough..." The prince kicked his feet, and then coughed until the sky was dark. Because of holding his breath, he kept rolling his eyes, and his throat spasmed out a lot of blood foam.
Countless shouts of astonishment, ecstasy, loss, and resentment resounded through the forest garden. The guards rushed up and carried the prince away. Three floors surrounded the entire open space, and the scene was a mess.
Shan Chao remained kneeling on one knee, both arms trembling slightly. It was obviously not something that required a lot of strength, but he seemed to be out of strength. He was covered in cold sweat from head to toe, and his whole body froze. Several guards couldn't help him up.
"Roar-"
Angry and unwilling roars sounded not far away, Shan Chao panted and looked up.
I saw the giant python-like white dragon and the even bigger blue dragon phantom entangled and biting in the forest, and countless pine logs fell slowly while snapping and breaking, making a shocking noise.
Yang Miaorong was bloodstained all over her head and body, she hit Xie Yun in the chest with one palm and was pushed back, then threw herself on him and grabbed his throat!
Shan Chao staggered to his feet. This is really terrible, he has seen Xie Yun's appearance when he opened the seal, and he is not as crazy and aggressive as Yang Miaorong. Could this be the difference between Qinglong Zhengyin and Yin Tianqing
It's no wonder that the Qinglong people are looking for foreign people to have children one after another. The pure blood is like a fighting machine that has lost the sense of pain, and it can't stop dying!
Shan Chao was not sure whether he should step forward or stand still. Xie Yun was much stronger than Yang Miaorong in terms of martial arts level and seal opening power, and he was obviously very ruthless in his strikes, but he had to worry about Yang Miaorong's life, so he was repeatedly suppressed.
Moisture leaked from the palm of his grip on the handle of Longyuan's sword.
Xie Yun obviously didn't want outsiders to intervene, should he wait and see for a while
"Roar!"
At this moment of hesitation, the white dragon raised his head and let out an angry and painful roar, and the dragon scales mixed with black and yellow blood sprinkled down. As if Yang Miaorong couldn't bear the pain of overdrawing her life, she withdrew the hand that was tightly holding Xie Yun's throat, and pressed her ear hard!
Xie Yun coughed twice, turned over, and elbowed her until her head was thrown back.
Yang Miaorong fell to the ground on her back and seemed to have finally lost consciousness for an instant. Xie Yun stretched out his hand to lift his hair, pulled out something from the back of his shirt, and was about to stab her temple.
It was actually a thin invisible needle, trembling slightly in Xie Yun's blood-stained fingers, emitting a faint golden light.
However, at this moment, the Beiya Forbidden Army who was eager to save people finally seized the opportunity and shouted: "Shoot the arrow!"
Shan Chao suddenly turned around and shouted, "Stop!"
Countless sharp arrows passed through the pine forest, the white dragon let out an earth-shattering roar, and more broken scales rained down from the sky like a torrential rain!
Yang Miaorong and Bailong were connected in the same vein, and immediately woke up from the short-term coma, and waved the soul-fixing needle in Xie Yun's hand to fly away!
This turn of events was caught off guard, Xie Yun had no time to react, Yang Miaorong got up and rushed forward with a roar.
Although she was still a human being, she was like an ancient fierce beast that was extremely lonely and ruthless because of the imminent desperation. Xie Yun couldn't suppress her without harming his life. What was even more frightening was that the white dragon writhed and writhed even more violently because of the stimulation. With a sweep of its long tail, dozens of guards were thrown flying on the spot.
There were screams one after another, many people fell to the ground, their heads were bleeding, and they passed out on the spot.
Ma Xin escorted the empress and the crown prince out of the forest garden, rushed back amidst the shaking of the ground, and quickly formed an encirclement circle of the Beiya imperial guards, shouting hoarsely: "Shoot the arrows, keep pressing forward! All press on!"
Shan Chao grabbed him and shouted: "No, let Xie Yun handle it by himself!"
Ma Xin punched Shan Chao sideways, grabbed his collar, stared at him with bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "I only see the commander, who is that woman, how do I know?! She caused the commander to be held accountable by the Eastern Palace Party in the future, and I have to worry about her life?!"
Shan Chao was dumbfounded at the moment, Ma Xin raised his arms and called out: "Shoot the arrow!"
Another round of arrows passed through the open space densely, some hit the hard dragon scales and bounced to the ground; some pierced into the scarred body of the dragon, which made the white dragon extremely angry, and the whole ground shook violently.
At this moment, the green dragon suddenly swam over quickly, wrapping circles around the body of the white dragon, protecting it completely in his arms!
The Beiya imperial guard let go in shock, Ma Xin was stunned.
Not far away, Yang Miaorong was covered in blood, grabbed Xie Yun's skirt and pressed him to the tree trunk.
"... Miaorong," Xie Yun said in a low and hoarse voice.
The blood on Xie Yun's head was soaking through his temples, flowing down his pale cheeks until it gathered into a strand under his chin. This appearance made him look a bit embarrassed, but his eyes were steady, calm and powerful, looking straight into Yang Miaorong's crazy eyes.
Yang Miaorong flinched.
She was so confused that she collapsed, but the Xie Yun in front of her didn't make her feel scared and unfamiliar. On the contrary, she was very familiar. He was indeed someone she had been with day and night in the depths of her subconscious for more than half a year.
"It's okay, Miaorong, you're just sick." Xie Yun took a deep breath and asked, "Do you still remember the first time we met?"
Yang Miaorong's sharp fingers dug deeply into the lapel of Xie Yun's clothes, the ferocity in her expression had not faded, and she seemed to hesitate and hesitate.
"On the post road at the foot of Guanshan Mountain in Liangzhou, I took my men back to Beijing. There was a long row of prison cars behind the horse team, all imprisoned by the imperial court. You suddenly came down from the mountain and stopped in front of the car, in front of everyone. , told me to go out and see you..."
"I asked in the car, why did I go down to beg you? You said it was because we were destined."
Xie Yun's statement was gentle and unhurried, but not far away, Shan Chao's face suddenly changed, and his fingers under his sleeves trembled imperceptibly.
—That was when he met Xie Yun again eight years ago in front of the Ci'en Temple.
The cycle of fate goes back and forth, returning to the point where it started again, but the protagonist of the story has changed from him to another person.
"At that time I said, if you meet each other, you are considered destined, and there are many destined people in this world, it doesn't matter if you don't see each other. Then you became anxious and said: 'You are Yin Tianqing, and I am Zhengyin, you met me, How can you not pray?'"
A smile appeared on the corner of Xie Yun's mouth, and with focused encouragement, he looked at her and asked, "How did I answer you at that time?"
Yang Miaorong didn't answer for a long time, her sight suddenly became loose and focused.
The air in the pine forest seemed to be tense, and the Beiya imperial guards all held bows in their hands, but they didn't dare to move easily, and the scene seemed to be frozen.
Suddenly there was the sound of chaotic footsteps outside Linyuan, Dai Zhide, Zhang Wenguan and other important officials from the Eastern Palace Faction hurried over, and surrounded them with more guards.
Yang Miaorong, who had finally calmed down a little, was stimulated by the sound, and became a little restless, and wanted to look back several times. Xie Yun called without losing the opportunity: "Miaorong?"
——Xie Yun's voice is inherently deep and magnetic. Although it is usually very firm and condensed, it is extremely touching when it softens. Yang Miaorong gasped for a moment, and finally turned her gaze to him again, only to hear Xie Yun repeatedly ask: "Do you remember how I answered you back then?"
"..." Yang Miaorong's chapped and bleeding lips moved, but no sound came out.
"I said, although I have never believed in any clan or official seal in my life, for the sake of being a little girl, you should get out of the car and meet." Xie Yun paused and smiled: "Now, I will let you follow from the northwest to Chang'an."
The hostility between Yang Miaorong's brows gradually faded away, replaced by a trace of trance.
"You don't want to be bound at home to repeat the same life of your ancestors. You want to see Chang'an, where all nations come to court. You also want to go to Luoyang, the eastern capital of fireworks. But you are not happy in this world. After all, this is not our place. .This is actually... not where we should be."
The last words were almost whispered, Xie Yun raised his hand, Yang Miaorong subconsciously avoided it, but his fingertips still lightly brushed across her cheek.
"When I first saw you, I shouldn't have let you follow." Xie Yun's voice was a little sad, and he asked softly, "I'll send you back to Liangzhou, okay?"
Yang Miaorong muttered for a moment, then slowly let go of her hand, and stepped back step by step.
Her eyes had been fixed on Xie Yun, as if she had finally woken up from the nightmare, and wisdom slowly flashed in those eyes: "Xie... Yun..."
At this moment, Dai Zhide rushed towards him from outside the encirclement, and a loud roar erupted from the ground: "The Holy Lord ordered that the Crown Prince of the East Palace is seriously injured, and now strangle the fierce dragon immediately, hereby—"
The guards of the Eastern Palace set up their bows and arrows in unison, Xie Yun suddenly turned around: "No!"
But everything is irreparable.
Arrows poured down like a torrential rain, and the white dragon, which had been lying quietly on the ground, rose violently, broke free from the shackles of the phantom of the blue dragon with lightning speed, and rushed towards the crowd desperately.
However, Yang Miaorong raised her head and roared under the sudden strong stimulation, and then rushed towards Xie Yun who was closest to her, and her posture suddenly fell into the ruthless and fierceness just now!
Long Yuan came out of his sheath in the clear roar, and Shan Chao jumped in front of Xie Yun like lightning, without turning his head, he said angrily: "Go!"
— Puff.
Blood soared into the sky, and all the chaos ended suddenly, as if frozen in place in an instant.
An arrow tip pierced Yang Miaorong's back heart, and protruded from her chest, so fast that she didn't even have time to react.
For the first time in Xie Yunping's life, his eyes were full of unconcealable astonishment and disbelief. He froze and trembled violently, unable to even take a step.
Yang Miaorong looked at him, at the last moment, transparent and clear tears overflowed from her eyes, rolling down her once delicate cheeks.
— However, blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and she could no longer make any sound.
With a plop, her body slumped to the ground without a sound.