"And Ah Chu," Zhao Song's voice suddenly became a little lower. He stepped forward a little slowly, and said in a low voice, "I have a few words, you can bring them to her for me."
When the soldiers saw him coming forward, they put their hands on the hilts of their knives and stood ready. But when Yan Xun heard this, he turned slightly sideways, and even stepped forward gently.
"You tell her, I..."
At this moment, there was a muffled sound, and a huge pain came from his chest. I saw Zhao Song suddenly pounced, and the dagger in his hand was firmly inserted into Yan Xun's chest!
"Your Highness!"
"Little Lord!"
"Kill the assassin!"
Zhao Song's face was cold, he pulled out the dagger, swung it down again, and went straight to Yan Xun's heart!
In the distance, the other guards were still far away. Yan Xun held a dagger in his hand, pointed his toes, and quickly took a step back. Unfortunately, the wound on his chest was bleeding too fast, and his feet were weak, so Zhao Song caught up to half his body in an instant.
It was too late to say, but it was too soon, seeing that Zhao Song's dagger was about to stab Yan Xun's heart fiercely, the dagger in the man's hand immediately rose, and with a horizontal pull, Zhao Song's throat could be cut. In an instant, everything in the past was played back in front of my eyes, those difficult years, the bumpy past, the young man in desperate situation and the proud son of the royal family. In a blink of an eye, Yan Xun tilted his wrist, and the blade of the short knife immediately slashed across Zhao Song's arm holding the dagger, and slashed fiercely from the shoulder!
With a crisp cracking sound, the dagger fell to the ground immediately, together with blood mist gushing all over the sky and a living arm!
"Ah!" There was a piercing scream, and Zhao Song fell to the ground, curled up, struggling and screaming while hugging the broken arm!
Yan Xun also fell to the ground, a lot of blood poured out from the wound on his chest. The guards rushed forward in a hurry. Miss Yu had a sharp face and was about to speak when she heard a sob coming from the grain and grass cart. The Great Xia Princess from the Yanbei Army——Zhao Chun'er!
Miss Yu's complexion darkened, and she said sharply: "Call the doctor here immediately, come here, cut them both off!"
"Slow!" Yan Xun said with difficulty in a deep voice, his brows were tightly furrowed, his face was pale, he was dying, and he spit out each word slowly, "Let them go!"
Everyone was stunned, Ah Jing called out: "Your Highness!"
"I said... let them go!"
Ah Jing wanted to say more, but Miss Yu stopped him in time. She lowered her head and said to Yan Xun: "Young master, I will arrange someone to send them back to Zhenhuang City."
Yan Xun nodded slowly, then tilted his head and passed out.
"Your Highness!" Ah Jing yelled, turned around and walked towards Zhao Song with his saber in hand.
Miss Yu grabbed him and said in a deep voice, "Do you want me to break my promise to Your Highness?"
Ah Jing was taken aback for a moment, and called out aggrievedly: "Girl?"
"Come here, prepare the chariots, pick ten people, and send two of them back. Treat his wounds, and don't let him die on the way."
The guards reluctantly went down to prepare. Zhao Chun'er hugged Zhao Song, who was covered in blood and unconscious, with a terrified and dazed expression. This frail girl seemed to have been frightened out of her wits.
Miss Yu followed the crowd into the big tent, she stopped looking at the two people outside, and walked to Yan Xun's bed, she saw the man's brows were tightly locked, his face was pale, the situation was already very dangerous.
The military doctor was quickly called in. The old man looked at it for a while, then raised his head, looked at everyone in the field, and finally stopped on Miss Yu's face, and said in a deep voice: "I stabbed the lung, the wound is deep, the old man did not grasp."
Miss Yu looked at the old man, and said firmly, "Young master must be fine, sir must be sure."
The old man frowned, thought for a while, and finally sighed, "Do your best, old man."
On the post road from Xi Maliang to the official office in Liuhe County, a group of people was waiting quietly. The moonlight in the sky was bleak and desolate, and the moonlight was gray and white, shining on the group of people below. The team of tens of thousands of people was silent, without a single sound. Everyone was looking at the official road to the east, as if waiting for something.
As soon as Miss Yu entered the big tent, several men inside stood up immediately. The woman frowned, but her tone was as calm as ever, "Is there any news?"
"Not yet," a man in a Confucian green shirt stood up, his face was thin, slightly thin, and his complexion was a little dark yellow, and said, "Young lady, don't worry, since Mr. Wu asked us to wait here, I don't think so. What's wrong."
"I'm not worried about an ambush." The woman's complexion was a little pale, and there were obvious dark circles around her eyes, obviously she hadn't had a good rest for a long time. She sat on the corner of her left hand while rubbing her temples, and said in a deep voice: "There are our scouts within a radius of thirty miles. I am worried about the injury of the young master. Fortunately, Daoya came in time, otherwise I really don't know what happened." What's the use of a few quack doctors!"
Several other people also had cloudy faces. Yan Xun was seriously injured, but insisted on refusing to leave Ximaliang. Halfway through the procession, the comatose patient woke up, forcibly got off the car, got on the horse and ran back to Bieyapo. This iron-blooded master is so stubborn and self-willed, this is the first time that everyone here has seen it. At this time, no one felt uneasy, and even lost the interest to speak.
Miss Yu sighed, and said to the man in the green shirt, "Kong Ru, how many troops did Daoya bring, have they been settled properly?"
"Bring three thousand people to support you. In fact, you have now entered the jurisdiction of Yanbei. The governor of Liuhe County in front is Mr. Meng, the southwestern money and food envoy of our Datong Association."
Miss Yu raised her eyebrows and asked in doubt: "Isn't Mr. Meng the private school teacher of the Sheriff's Mansion? When did you become the Sheriff?"
Kong Ru smiled and said: "Liuhe County is a small county, no wonder the girl doesn't know it. The previous Yanbei chief sent by Zhenhuang City was an insatiable guy. He sold officials and nobles as soon as he took office. Mr. spent a lot of money to buy the imperial capital and go to Yanbei The official positions in various counties and counties along the way are for today."
"Girl!" There was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the door. Miss Yu hurriedly stepped forward and pulled open the curtain of the big tent. Panting, Bian Cang jumped off his horse and said, "Sir, let us stay where we are, until he and His Highness come back."
Miss Yu frowned, finally nodded, and said, "Take two hundred people and rush back. If something happens, report back quickly."
"yes!"
Just as Bian Cang was about to leave, Miss Yu suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly shouted: "Bian Cang, who will Ah Jing arrange to escort Da Xia's thirteenth prince back?"
As soon as this statement came out, the expressions of everyone behind him were immediately ugly, and even the guards guarding the gate showed a little bit of anger. The members of these great guilds were all born in poor and humble families. There were declining clans, low-level commoners, and most of them were low-status slaves. Daxia has a strict hierarchical system, tyranny has been implemented all year round, the people and the court are alienated, and these people living at the bottom are full of resentment towards Daxia. Now that the prince of Daxia seriously injured his master, but left safely, everyone in the entire military camp felt resentful.
Bian Cang didn't know that it was inappropriate to mention this at this time, so he deliberately said indifferently: "I don't know too well, let's wait for Ah Jing to come back and ask the girl."
Unexpectedly, Miss Yu raised her eyebrows and said sharply: "Nonsense! If I can wait until he comes back, why should I ask you?"
Old Biancang blushed and rubbed his hands nervously. In front of the most prestigious leader of the Great Peer Association, he still didn't dare to be too careless, so he murmured: "Ah Jing seems to have ordered ten people from the twelve battalions."
Miss Yu continued to ask: "Did Ah Jing order it herself?"
"Ah?" Bian Cang was taken aback for a moment, then said vaguely, "Yes, right."
"Is it or is it not?"
"Yes," Bian Cang said immediately, "he ordered it himself."
Miss Yu let out a long breath, and said reassuringly, "That's fine."
"Girl, shall I go first?"
"Go."
With the sound of hooves, Biancang quickly left the main tent, and then came to the side of the barracks, ordered two small teams, and headed towards Bieyapo in Ximaliang.
The moon is as cool as water, and the air is getting colder and stiller. In many cases, it is such a small lie that changes history, and those who tell it don't care, and those who listen don't take it to heart. Those little things are like a grain of sand thrown into the river in front of many earth-shattering things, no one will pay attention. However, in the corner that no one paid attention to, the small grain of sand miraculously flowed into the gate that blocked the flood, and became the last grain of sand that crushed the gate. As a result, the portal was destroyed and the flood was raging. Later, people panicked in the face of the disaster and cursed the injustice of the heavens, but they didn't know that the disaster took root and sprouted in their own hands.
Bian Cang didn't know that, that night, Ah Jing didn't personally select men and horses to escort Zhao Song. He was panicked by Yan Xun's assassination, and in a panic, he handed over this humble task to his subordinates. His subordinate is a martial artist with outstanding martial arts skills and can wield a two-hundred-jin sword. This skilled man deeply thought that it was an insult to his own ability that Chief Guard Ah Jing entrusted him with this humble task, so He waved his hand and shouted: Whoever wants to go, go!
As a result, those soldiers who had been oppressed for half their lives, whose family members died tragically under the butcher knife of the empire, and the Great Xia Dynasty had a deep hatred, scrambled to compete for this task.
In the end, the ten soldiers with the loudest voice, the most resolute attitude, and the most tenacious eyes won this honor, and took up this great task, escorting Zhao Song and Zhao Chun'er all the way back to the Zhenhuang Imperial Capital.
Everything, here turned a corner.
Career, love, including destiny. "Young Master," Wu Daoya slowly walked up the hillside, wearing a blue cloak, with clear eyebrows, frosty temples, and still very steady footsteps, said in a hoarse voice, "It's windy here, go back to the tent and wait."
"No need," a deep voice sounded slowly, as if a cold wind was blowing through the woods, with such a strong tiredness and heaviness. The weather wasn't too cold, but Yan Xun was still wearing a big white fur coat, and the white sable's tail clustered around his neck, making his face pale as paper and bloodless. He leaned on a recliner converted from a stretcher, his legs were still covered with a thick white satin quilt, and sighed softly, "It's been many years since I was given a good blow of Yanbei's wind."
He didn't finish his sentence, but Wu Daoya knew what he was referring to for many years. Mr. Wu nodded and echoed, "Yes, for many years."
Yan Xun suddenly laughed softly: "When I was in the imperial capital, I always told Ah Chu that the wind in Yanbei is sweet because it smells like snow lotus flowers on the mountain. But now, I can't smell it anymore. If she If you come, you will definitely blame me for lying to her."