He still remembers Fu Yunxi's answer in his heart. Uncle Wang, who had always been indifferent and cold, smiled slightly, as warm as the first melting ice spring, and said only three words: "She is very good."
Fu Yunxi rarely praised others. Although she said nothing, the sentence "She is very good" contained a deep feeling of doting. At that time, the prince naturally thought that his god-like Uncle Wang was bewitched, but after all the trouble today, he seemed to understand a little bit.
Not to mention anything else, at least from the beginning to now, Han Yan has never cried, and her entire expression is even calm and relaxed. After so many years in the palace, the most common expression the young prince has seen on a woman is tears. . Tears of charm, tears of grievance, tears of resentment, tears of pity, but tears never appeared on Han Yan's face. In today's situation, any woman would be afraid of something and would be panicked. But she didn't do anything. She very calmly found a place to hide. Being with her, she seemed to become stable and appropriate.
He couldn't help but look at Han Yan. Han Yan's hair was messed up in the crowd. She looked embarrassed and funny. Her face was pure and white, but she actually looked very childish. She was clearly an undergrown girl. Girl, why do you have such a pair of deep eyes, as bright as gems, but you can't see the bottom of it. Even though she was hiding in a cave, her clothes were dirty, her posture was weird and awkward, her expression couldn't help but exude a sense of nobility. She seems to be a born princess, calm, decisive, conceited and bright.
The little prince didn't know what to say, but his eyes were blank for a moment. This Princess Xuanqing, whom he had never observed carefully before, at this moment, he actually felt that she was very similar to his uncle Wang. The same awe-inspiring and inviolable, the same look down on everyone, the same, at the critical moment of life and death, in all kinds of dangers, remain calm.
Han Yan suddenly turned her head and made a "shush" gesture towards him. She placed her ears at the entrance of the cave and listened carefully to the sounds outside.
That was... the sound of horse hooves and the conversation, but the content of the conversation made Han Yan tremble with fear.
"If you find the head of the great prince, you will receive a big reward." It seemed to be a middle-aged man's voice.
"I don't know where they fled to, but the carriage is obviously here." Another one answered impatiently.
Han Yan didn't know how many people were coming outside. He only felt that the footsteps were messy, but they seemed to have a special pattern and seemed well-trained. He couldn't help but feel nervous, and the prince held his breath at this time, not daring to make a sound. The footsteps were getting closer and closer to Han Yan and the others, almost reaching the entrance of the cave. The prince was nervous and accidentally touched Zhuang Hanming on the side. Zhuang Hanming couldn't help but moaned when his wound was touched. In the silence, the moan seemed extremely harsh. Han Yan's heart tightened, and the prince turned his head, his eyes full of panic. The narrow entrance seemed to be suddenly crowded. And the footsteps, after a moment's pause, came straight towards him.
After being discovered, Han Yan only had this thought in his mind. If he fell into the hands of those people, none of the three of him would survive. Their target was the prince. Han Yan didn't want to be buried with the prince, but she didn't have the final say at the moment. If she was discovered... If she was discovered... She gritted her teeth, suddenly turned around and pulled off the prince's shirt to punish her. The prince was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, Han Yan turned around and looked at him deeply. There was pleading in his eyes. Was he willing to take care of Zhuang Hanming? There is helplessness, but more of a determination. Immediately afterwards, Han Yan rushed out. She was dressed in a golden robe, and her face could not be seen clearly under her disheveled hair. She was about the same height as a prince. When those people saw Han Yan, they thought they had seen the prince and immediately chased after her.
In the cave, the prince huddled in place blankly, and Zhuang Hanming stayed unconscious beside him. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from crying. For some reason, he felt terribly sad.
On the mountain to the east of the city, Han Yan once liked to play here. He was very familiar with every plant and tree here, so he had an innate advantage on the terrain. He didn't know whether those people were unfamiliar with this place or were simply foreigners. , was actually led by Han Yan to run around. Han Yan deliberately chose those corners and rocky places, and it actually took some time.
At this time, she was passing by a piece of grass, which was very flat. Men with knives rushed forward and were about to catch her, but Han Yan skillfully dodged her. At the same time, she felt her body sink, and her heart sank. The words were bad, and he subconsciously wanted to break free, but found that his body actually sank in.
It was a swamp.
Han Yan turned around, and the big men looked at her hurriedly in fear. For these swamps, human power is actually very small. They have never experienced such a situation. Han Yan's long hair covered her face, and those The big man only saw her fair chin raised slightly, and a sarcastic and cold smile at the corner of her mouth. This big little prince seemed to be much more difficult to deal with than they thought.
Another group of people behind her quickly rushed over, and Han Yan immediately ran forward, but she also knew that this was just a delaying tactic. When a cliff appeared in front of her, she stopped.
There is an abyss behind him, and there is no way to retreat. She slowly turned around and held the last plum blossom thorn on her body tightly.
Only then did she see clearly that the people in front of her were indeed not from the Central Plains, but probably from Xirong. The people of Xirong didn't know the little prince, but they saw Han Yan wearing the golden prince's clothes and couldn't see her face clearly, so they recognized her as the prince.
Han Yan stood there quietly, motionless, neither running away in panic nor crying for mercy. She even slowly smiled. It was like a lone animal in desperate situation, preparing for the final blow.
As a result, the people in front of him were afraid to act rashly. This little prince was too cunning, and he had already caused them great losses in the swamp. Most of the little princes were smiling at this moment. Who knew if they were planning something evil? They were very thoughtful and eager to try, but no one dared to come forward.
One vs. seven, Han Yan silently calculated in his heart. No matter what, he had no chance of winning. But these people will never let themselves go.
At this moment, one of the big men finally couldn't bear it any longer and rushed towards Han Yan with a roar. Han Yan couldn't avoid it and was caught by him. The big man stuck her throat and grabbed her with one hand. arm. Han Yan had no way to dodge, and for a moment Lin was held in his hand like a chicken.
"The prince of Da Zong is nothing more than that!" Unexpectedly, he subdued the opponent so easily. The big man laughed triumphantly, Han Yan lowered his head, and his thin arms drooped weakly.
"Haha, look, the royal prince has thin skin and tender flesh, and his little arms are whiter than our wives from Xirong." After saying that, he reached out to brush away the messy hair from Han Yan's forehead to see her clearly. He was stunned when he saw his face. Then he swallowed: "This little prince looks like a little girl. It would be a pity to die like this. Why don't you let me have some fun..." After saying that, he threw Han Yan to the ground and started to relieve himself. waistband.
(End of chapter)