"Lin'er, are you not hurt?" Long Yurong looked at Qin Lin who was stumbling and hurriedly reached out to support him, her voice full of worry.
After hearing Long Yurong's words, Qin Lin looked at the pursuers on the opposite side with gloomy eyes. He wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and said, "Don't worry, Queen, I'm fine."
But soon, Qin Lin frowned, and his eyes suddenly looked at Long Yurong with vigilance, following her hand down to his cuffs, with a flash of disbelief.
Looking at Qin Lin's eyes, Long Yurong was stunned for a moment, her hands clenched his sleeves involuntarily, turned her head to look at He Lanxuan not far away, then turned back and asked: "Lin'er, what are you doing?" What's wrong? Why do you look at it like this... uh..."
Long Yurong's eyes widened, and she held her abdomen tightly with her hands. There was a cold dagger stuck on it, with bright red blood. She took a few steps back, opened her mouth, and blood flowed out.
"Lin...Lin'er, are you crazy...crazy? I am your mother...mother queen." Long Yurong said with blood flowing from her mouth and disbelief in her eyes.
Hearing Long Yurong's words, Qin Lin's eagle-like sharp eyes seemed to want to see through Long Yurong, and he said: "The disguise is very similar, just a little bit wrong, and you can kill me."
Hearing Qin Lin's words, Long Yurong shook her head violently and said: "Lin'er, what are you going to say? Look... Look clearly, I am your mother, how could I kill you? Lin'er, what's wrong with you? .. ..”
However, in the next second, Qin Lin ruthlessly pulled out the sword from her body, and blood spurted out like a fountain. Soon Long Yurong on the ground became silent. He held the sword expressionlessly and came to Helanxuan around.
He Lanxuan took a few steps back. He held the sword in his right hand and looked at Qin Lin in a defensive posture. He took a few steps back. He pressed his body against the wall, feeling the coldness coming from the wall. He couldn't help but feel the coldness coming from the wall. sink.
Then, He Lanxuan's eyes changed, and the long sword in his hand shook, making a buzzing sword sound. He moved like a dragon out of the sea, and quickly attacked Qin Lin. Wherever the sword energy touched, a wisp of black Hair fell to the ground.
Following He Lanxuan's movements, the pursuers who had been behind him had already arrived. They drew their bows and fired arrows. The arrows flew towards Qin Lin in dense numbers, and they could only hear the sound of 'whoosh, whoosh' in the air.
Qin Lin quickly squatted down, using the erect corpse Long Yurong as a human shield in front of him, and quickly approached He Lanxuan. The long sword in his hand was like a falling shadow, so fast that it was dazzling.
Under the cover of Mo Yu, Qin Lin used less than ten breaths to put the sword in his hand across He Lanxuan's neck. He asked without any emotion in his voice: "Where is my mother and the others?"
He Lanxuan felt the cold warmth on his neck, which seemed to be transmitted directly to his heart, and the cold voice that reached his ears, which made him shiver. He shook his head and said, "I don't know. "
Hearing He Lanxuan's words, Qin Lin's eagle eyes sharpened, looking at his expression, as if trying to discern whether it was true or false, but soon an arrow passed through his hair and hit the locust tree nearby.
Qin Lin knew that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time, so he hid sideways and quickly withdrew the sword in his hand, drawing a blood mark on He Lanxuan's neck, and he lay silently on the ground.
"Mo Yu, go back to the capital." After Qin Lin finished speaking, the sword in his hand was like a rainbow piercing the sun. He rode on the horse and quickly cut a bloody path.
Di Qingchen got fake Long Yurong and He Lanxuan to trick him into leaving the capital. Not only was he able to kill him on the way, he must have other plans, and it could only be Ning Jiuwei and Ning Xiao.
Thinking of the two most important people in his life, Qin Lin panicked. He hit the horse hard with the whip in his hand. Feeling the whistling wind in his ears, Qin Lin lowered his body to avoid the arrows shot from behind.
Many of the shadow guards following Qin Lin have fallen. Now, including Mo Yu, there are only about ten people, and there are nearly fifty people pursuing him behind.
... ... ... ...
Ning Jiuwei sat in the pavilion, looking at the lotus flowers that were gradually falling and the lotus leaves that had begun to turn yellow. She was lost in thought for a long time, and she was so preoccupied that even the nanny didn't know when she brought Ning Xiao over.
Seeing this, Qin'er on the side made a gesture to the wet nurse to calm her down. Then she put a cloak on Ning Jiuwei and said softly: "Madam, it's already the beginning of autumn and the weather is getting colder, not to mention you. My confinement period is not over yet, so it’s better to wear more clothes.”
Hearing Qin'er's voice, Ning Jiu gathered her clothes slightly, turned around and looked at Qin'er, nodded slightly, the cool breeze blew on her face, messing up her hair, and she turned her eyes to see the nanny. Ning smiled in his arms.
Ning Xiao seemed to feel Ning Jiuwei's gaze. He put his hand into his mouth, grinning his toothless mouth, and kept giggling. He looked so naive that the hearts of those who saw him felt soft and turned into a puddle of water.
"Xiao'er, come here, mother hugs you." Ning Jiuwei clapped her hands and opened her arms to Ning Xiao.
Ning Xiao's big eyes flickered for a moment, with a sense of confusion and clarity, as if she was thinking about what she meant. She pinched her little hand, and then squirmed vigorously in the direction of Ning Jiuwei.
The nanny hugged Ning Xiao to Ning Jiuwei and said, "The little princess is only two months old, but she is very smart and she is the closest to her."
Ning Jiuwei held Ning Xiao in her arms. Ning Xiao seemed to be very happy. Her little body wrapped in the quilt arched and arched, and her fingers were waving in the air, as if she wanted to grab Ning Jiuwei's clothes.
"Xiaoxiao, do you like my mother? What should I do if my mother can't let you go?" Ning Jiuwei took Ning Xiao's chubby little hand and said softly.
"Ah~ah~~" Ning Xiao didn't know whether he understood or not, so he just babbling.
Ning Jiu smiled and shook her head, scratched Ning Xiao's little nose, and said softly: "You, I don't know if you know what mom is talking about, babbling."
"Giggle~" Ning Xiao seemed to feel a little itchy, she giggled and her calves fluttered.
Looking at this scene, the clouds in Ning Jiuwei's heart became even thicker. Di Qingchen didn't know what happened recently. He had already started to prepare for the wedding, and his attitude was very tough. Either she would leave and the child would stay, or... She stayed with the child, how could she let go of the child.
She didn't know where Qin Lin was now. Now that she had been separated from Qin Lin for a long time, she became more and more sure that she liked Qin Lin, and Di Qingchen might just be helpless when he first woke up. dependence, not love.