Shen Shi, three quarters.
In front of the gate of Xingong, the captain of the guard sniffed his nose suspiciously, and he smelled a bloody smell that seemed to be there.
The moment he sniffed his nose, Meng Fuyao suddenly raised his head, and immediately took half a step forward without any trace, walking in front of Yunhen.
At this moment, the captain turned around and asked, "What's the smell?"
His eyes swept to the back of the cloud mark with his head lowered, his eyes gradually became cold, and suddenly he said slowly, "Put down the tray."
With a thud, the swords and guns that were originally held high towards the sky fell to the ground at the same time. The tip of the knife and gun slanted, and the tip of the blade was like a net, pointing at Yunhen Meng Fuyao.
It was as cold as death all around, and there was a rust-like breath in the wind.
Yun Hen's face changed like frost, and after a while, his hand slowly dropped.
The captain stared closely, his eyes were sharp, like an eagle hovering high in the sky waiting to choose food.
At this moment, his attention was all on Yunhen, waiting for the moment when the tray was put down.
Meng Fuyao's hand was immediately put down under the cover of the tray, the sleeve flicked and the knife had already slipped from his palm, and with a twist of his fingers, the knife pierced through the hanging sleeve without hesitation and pierced into his inner thigh.
Blood gushed out.
At the same time, Yunhen's tray had been put down, revealing the bloodstain on his chest.
The captain of the guard narrowed his eyes dangerously as if meeting a bright light.
"Give me—" Meng Fuyao suddenly jumped forward, and threw himself at the tip of the guard captain's spear before he could finish the words.
"My lord! My lord! That blood... is mine!"
The captain of the guards turned his head in astonishment, his eyes darted to the blushing Meng Fuyao, he didn't notice that at that moment just now, Yun Hen's hand suddenly retracted into his sleeve.
He grasped a fine steel thorn with his fingertips, so cold that he planned to die together at this moment.
However, the murderous intention was interrupted by Meng Fuyao, Yun Hen turned his head in astonishment, and saw the most cheeky person in the world shyly grabbing the tip of the guard captain Xueliang's knife, and said shyly and sadly, "My lord...is a slave... a slave No, this servant had a private meeting with Xiao Henzi in the Xuande Palace earlier... I didn't pay attention to this servant's menstruation... The menstruation came suddenly... stained his robe... Sir, please don't get me wrong!"
The captain of the guard was stunned. He naturally knew that the maids in the palace were lonely, and many of them formed "opponents" with the eunuchs, playing some fake phoenix tricks, and his eyes couldn't help falling. .
He glanced at the old eunuch Lao An again. Lao An was startled at first, but now he raised his sleeves and covered his mouth and snickered. Weird and wretched expression.
Meng Fuyao, who was extremely talented in acting, immediately lowered his head in embarrassment with superb acting skills, put his toes on the ground, and kept silent.
Yun Hen stared blankly at her, at her shy expression, at the faint bloodstains on her skirt, his eyes rolled and changed as deep as the sea in an instant, the initial shock, anger and reluctance gradually turned into shock and confusion, the bright red bloodstains pierced his eyes , also pierced his heart, like a red wave, washing away the frozen shadows, turning into the speechless touch of this moment.
Along the way, what she accompanied was more than just the danger of facing thousands of troops alone when the storm was about to come? There is also the most precious dignity and reserve as a woman.
The latter, for women, is more important than life and death.
He and her had never met before tonight, but she was able to sacrifice for him like this. Yun Hen raised his head and let out a long breath, as if he wanted to let out the thousands of turbulent emotions in his chest, but after that, he felt more and more heavy in his heart. It's like a thousand stakes.
His eyes gradually calmed down, giving birth to a stubborn and unrepentant loneliness.
Meng Fuyao didn't know his shock and mental journey at the moment, she only knew that nothing was more important than her life, not to mention that she came from the modern age and had a bold and unrestrained personality. Although these things are inevitably shy, they are really insignificant compared to life and death. At most, it was the knife on the inner thigh, which was really painful.
So she made up her mind that after escaping, she must make this guy pay for the nutrition expenses. Seeing that this person is as rich as a bag of gold, the nutrition expenses can be a big hit.
It's a pity that Yunhen doesn't know what she's thinking at the moment, otherwise she probably wants to vomit blood.
The night wind was like iron, beating the jungle with swords and guns. The captain of the guard in the jungle stared unblinkingly at Meng Fuyao who was "ashamed" covering his face with his hands and weeping softly.
That ray of thick doubts has gradually faded away, like a trace of blood in a basin of clear water, about to dissipate.
He suddenly said, "So that's what happened," he turned his head and looked at Yunhen with a smile, and suddenly punched him hard in the chest, and laughed boldly, "You boy, you are not big, but you are not small."
The punch was struck hard, with a bit of internal strength intentionally put on, Meng Fuyao who was very close could even feel his temple hair being slightly scattered by the blow of the punch, and his heart skipped a beat.
Yunhen's injury...
If he subconsciously fights back...
"boom!"
The muffled sound of fists hitting the chest and flesh touching made Meng Fuyao twitch his brows.
Yun Hen retreated a few steps, almost fell to the ground, he quickly reached out and grabbed a guard's spear to stabilize his body, blushing, "My lord made fun of me, my lord is good at it!"
"What kind of skill is this!" The captain of the guard laughed in satisfaction at the opponent's lack of resistance, and the last trace of doubt was dispelled—a martial artist will subconsciously defend or counterattack against a sudden attack, not to mention that if this person is really injured, How come there is no pain at all
He smiled happily, with a hint of lewd obscenity. He swept the two of them back and forth, smiled mysteriously again, and waved his hands, "Let's go!"
With a click, the tilted knife and gun was retracted again, and it was raised to the sky.
Meng Fuyao breathed out a long breath silently, and let go of the dagger that had been hidden in his sleeve.
She turned her head, looked at Yun Hen with a smile, and motioned him to look down with her eyes, Yun Hen lowered her head, and saw Meng Fuyao's thumb sticking out of her sleeve, raised high towards him.
Yun Hen didn't understand the meaning of this gesture, but vaguely knew that he was praising himself, his eyes drifted away, and he saw blood dripping and blooming everywhere Meng Fuyao passed by.
His heart twitched, and a strange pain swept over him. The proud and cold young man clenched his fingers tightly in his sleeves.
You can sacrifice like this, can I not bear the humiliation of temporary pain
How can a husband's ambition not be as good as a woman's in accomplishing great things regardless of the small details
The forest of swords and guns has finally come to an end, ahead, the dark blue palace walls of Xingong are in sight.
The captain of the guard stared at the other side of the letter palace, with a sneer in his eyes, "Old man Yun, let you live for an hour, wait until King Qi succeeds, and you wait for the body to be collected."
Yun Hen raised his head to look at the plaque in Xin Palace, his expression was as cold as ice, showing a slight warmth.
At this time, the unitary time is right!
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Youshi is right!
The Emperor Qian'an Palace arrived, and the banquet was just underway. The water lamps in the garden were rippling, reflecting the fiery trees and silver flowers. The princes took turns toasting and toasting.
Fang Minghe's army marched out of the camp on the outskirts of Beijing quietly and neatly, like a meandering black snake, marching towards the capital.
The third palace gate has been changed. Yan Lie turned around immediately, looked at the palace behind him, showed a smile of certainty, and told Yan Jingchen, "Responsible for the innermost palace gate for the father. General Pei's father and daughter are second Tao, you are in the outermost Tao.”
Yan Jingchen bowed and agreed, Yan Lie walked a few steps, then turned back worriedly and asked, "This is an extremely important hurdle for you, you must guard it carefully, otherwise the prince's great affairs will be ruined once, and you and I will not be able to bear it." rise."
"Father, don't worry, the child knows the pros and cons." Yan Jingchen agreed, watched Yan Lie leave, raised his head, and let out a slight breath.
A man in a light-colored robe came suddenly in the darkness in front of him, with an elegant and elegant posture, Yan Jingchen turned his head and was about to ask a question, when the sleeves of the comer drooped, and a cyan jade tablet was slightly exposed in the palm of his hand.
Yan Jingchen's eyes flashed, and he waved his hand to signal the guard to open the door.
The man just smiled and drifted past. When he passed by Yan Jingchen's side, Yan Jingchen smelled a strange light fragrance.
He stared blankly at the back, and suddenly remembered that he was completely surprised by his demeanor just now, and he didn't seem to see his face.
After thinking for a long time, Yan Jingchen turned his head, and when he was about to turn around, his eyes suddenly fixed, and he picked up something from the ground.
It was a white hair about the length of a finger.
Yan Jingchen scratched the hair, showing a surprised expression.