She laughed out loud: "One for three, I made a profit."
She was hit hard on the back of the head, and then the blade flashed and struck straight at the back of her neck. She closed her eyes. This time, I was afraid she wouldn't be able to escape, so that was fine.
The breeze blew three feet away, the head fell to the ground, and hot blood splashed on the grass.
It was another person who fell.
The burly man couldn't even see clearly who he was, and his head was already in a different place. The other men made an attack, but they saw white shirts fluttering among the galloping horses, and they moved as fast as lightning, and they only heard "shushuashushushu" After a few sounds, the breeze was speechless and the surroundings were dead silent.
Han Yan slowly opened her eyes and saw Fu Yunxi sitting on the horse, looking down at her. There was still a murderous look in his eyes that he hadn't had time to put away, as if he was a fallen immortal stained by sin and possessed by inner demons. He had always been calm and composed, but now he was filled with deep worry.
The sword in his hand was still dripping blood drop by drop. Han Yan squeezed out a smile. Maybe he wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say, so he stretched out his hand: "I'm fine." As soon as he finished speaking, his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
Fu Yunxi flew up, picked her up and returned to the horse. He saw that the woman who had always been able to handle everything with ease was now in a state of embarrassment, but she still breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and couldn't help but hold her tighter.
Fortunately, still alive.
It was like having a long dream. There were large swaths of blood in the dream. Countless people holding knives were pressing towards me. Sharp whispers filled my ears. When I looked up, I saw the ferocious Zhou family of Zhuang Yushan. With his face close in front of him, his mother was lying on the bed dying, the seventh prince waved his hand, as if he was going to order Zhuang Hanming to be beheaded. Han Ming half-knelt on the ground. Han Yan found that her body seemed to be floating, and no one could see her. She wanted to grab something, but she saw the corner of her clothes slipping through her fingertips and grabbing a piece of nothingness. Is she dead? Why do you see such a heartbreaking scene? There is nothing and it is so hopeless.
If you die, there will really be nothing left. Those loves, those hates, nothing will remain. At this time, it was as if there had never been a trace of her. She covered her face and burst into tears.
But she felt like she was being held in a warm embrace. Whose voice was so stable, as if it had magical power to drive away all the scary things? Who was calling her name gently in her ears, gently but firmly: " Zhuang Hanyan."
Fu Yunxi lowered his head and looked at the girl who was holding on to his sleeve and wouldn't let go. He didn't know what she was dreaming about. Tears kept flowing. He had never seen such a fragile Han Yan. He felt a little complicated in his heart. More importantly, he felt that he had lost something and found it again. of joy. He still remembered that the prince told him that Han Yan might be dead. What happened today was easily guessed to be premeditated by someone, with the purpose of targeting the prince and destroying the Han Yan siblings. However, Han Yan rushed out to protect the prince and fell into the hands of those Xirong people, which would probably lead to disaster.
At that moment, almost his whole heart twitched with pain. The young man who had always been calm and calm felt "fearful" for the first time. I'm very afraid of losing her, if I can never see that childish little face again, if I can't hear her softly shouting in a serious tone: "Your Majesty." If there is no such mysterious girl in my life again , how boring it must be. Fu Yunxi only divides things in this world into three types, one is things he doesn't want, the other is his things, and the remaining one is Han Yan. The things he wants will naturally be presented to him eagerly, and the things he doesn't want will not be contaminated at all. But when he wanted Han Yan, it was not so easy.
Little by little, her defenses were broken down, and little by little she entered her heart. She thought she had full control over everything, but she didn't know who was going to fall in the end
Han Yan in his sleep grabbed his sleeve, with a dependent and weak expression. He thought of the moment he saw Han Yan, the bloody girl kneeling on the ground, holding a sharp sword in one hand, which was brighter than the blade. It's her eyes. There were patches of blood all around, and the tragic situation could be seen at a glance. There was a smile on her lips, but her eyes were sad and desperate.
It's hard to imagine that a girl would have such eyes, as if she had experienced all the sufferings in the world and could only mock the meaninglessness of the world. He only felt extremely distressed. It was the first time he had killed someone so irrationally. In fact, the person behind it should be left alive to interrogate the person behind it, but he didn't want to do that. Firstly, he knew who the person behind it was even without interrogation. More importantly, no one in this world could touch her in the slightest.
They hurt her and she couldn't live.
Fu Yunxi stretched out a hand and held her tender tears. From the beginning, he was interested in her, then wanted to protect her from harm, and now he is so nervous about Han Yan. He has always been cold-hearted, and he should understand that he likes this little girl. To ordinary people, the word "like" means nothing, but for Fu Yunxi, Zhuang Hanyan is the first woman he has liked for so many years, apart from his mother-in-law.
He leaned down and touched Han Yan's forehead with his cold lips. Han Yan's brows relaxed a little, and he watched quietly, with a hint of warmth flashing in his eyes.
I don’t know how long I slept for, but when Han Yan woke up, it was already early the next morning. Ji Lan was sleeping soundly next to her bed. Han Yan moved her body. Shu Hong, who was twisting the handkerchief, saw her and was immediately surprised: "Miss!"
Han Yan frowned: "Why are you up?" Shu Hong's injury was not healed yet, so how could she go out and serve others.
Ji Lan also woke up, and when he saw Han Yan waking up, tears immediately flowed down his face, and he smiled and said, "Young lady is finally awake."
Shu Hong also came over and held Han Yan's hand: "Miss, please don't scare the slaves like this in the future. It's so dangerous. If something goes wrong..." Shu Hong, who had always been calm, was filled with tears at this moment. Who doesn't know that yesterday, she was staying well in the mansion, but suddenly she heard the maid in the front yard say that something happened during the Spring Festival. She felt a little uneasy at first, but she didn't expect that Ji Lan would be sent back after a while. , and at the same time learned the news that Han Yan was missing. The two maids were extremely anxious in the mansion, and they were ordered that no one could leave the mansion during an emergency. Ji Lan even had a big fight with the prince's personal bodyguard. Later, the prince came back on horseback, holding Han Yan who was covered in blood. As soon as he entered the house, he said that Xuan Wu was the imperial doctor. Everyone was frightened. Ji Lan and Shu Hong were so frightened that they had never seen Han Yan bleeding so much. His body was covered with stab wounds. He was unconscious in the arms of the prince, as if he would sleep forever.
The imperial doctor arrived quickly, bandaged Han Yan's wound, and told him to take good care of himself. Ji Lan and Shu Hong were really worried, and they begged for a long time before agreeing to keep an eye on Han Yan.
Han Yan smiled: "It's okay, where is the prince?"
(End of chapter)