The majestic mountains outlined a rugged contour in the night, and the figure galloping on horseback was like an arrow shot from a powerful crossbow, and it seemed to have reached Shen Xihe's side in the blink of an eye.
Shen Xihe threw the fire starter and rolled down the other side. Unexpectedly, there were a lot of gravel below, and her wrists were cut several times, which hurt like a fire. She was not a delicate person, but her body was delicate. After making sure that there was no danger for the time being and there was a puddle that looked very clean next to her, Shen Xihe took out the handkerchief pressed against her waist, wet it and cleaned the wound.
The sound of horse hooves startled her and she stood up. Before she could turn around, a warm and broad embrace hugged her from behind. The hands held her tightly like iron chains, and she was trembling slightly as if she couldn't stand the chill of the cold night.
The familiar smell of medicine made Shen Xihe loosen the buckle on her wrist, but she didn't like to have contact with anyone who was not a relative, regardless of gender, so she struggled a little.
However, Xiao Huayong's pair of iron arms were so powerful that she couldn't move him at all. She could only whisper a warning, "Let go."
"Just a moment, just a moment..." He closed his eyes and pleaded in a low voice.
Let him feel her warmth and breath, and feel that she is still here and well.
Shen Xihe was startled by his frightened tone, but it was only for a moment. When she was about to speak again, Xiao Huayong had already let her go. He looked at her carefully from head to toe with concern. Seeing her hands wrapped in a handkerchief, he held her hands again: "Are you injured? Is it serious? Does it hurt? Are you injured anywhere else?"
Shen Xihe pulled his hand back: "Why is Your Highness here?"
His hands were empty, the night wind blew across his palms, and he felt a chill. Xiao Huayong slowly closed his five fingers that were not holding anything: "I... I'm worried about you."
"Your Highness, do you know who is behind this?" Shen Xihe asked hurriedly.
Shen Xihe thought, if Xiao Huayong hadn't known the person behind the scenes, how could he be so worried that she couldn't handle it and come here in person
No matter when or where, she always cares about the overall situation and the important matters. Xiao Huayong sighed in his heart: "Let's not talk about these for now, find a safe place and take a look at the injury."
"I'm fine." The most painful part of Shen Xihe was not the scratches or the place where he was hit by a stone when he rolled down the slope, but the collision with the Saker Falcon. He estimated that his shoulder must have been bruised.
Xiao Huayong brought some people with him when he arrived, especially the person who was walking in front of Shen Xihe to clear the way for her. At this moment, he turned back to provide reinforcements. Whether it was Shen Xihe here or Mo Yuan and Teng Jing on the mountain, they no longer had much to worry about.
The place was some distance behind Xiao Huayong, so he went to the camp first, repaired Shen Xihe's carriage and drove over.
Xiao Huayong gave him a satisfied look and puffed out his chest. He said that he must be more likable than his brother and understood the master better than his brother!
Xiao Huayong helped Shen Xihe onto the carriage, and Hongyu followed. She was about to follow, but Xiao Huayong, who already had one foot on the carriage, paused.
Hongyu froze on the spot when she saw this. In the moonless night, a lantern was hung on the edge of the carriage, clearly illuminating Xiao Huayong's displeased expression. Hongyu subconsciously stepped back for a moment, feeling that she had appeared at an inappropriate time.