"Lü..." There was another long hiss, and Xiao Bai, who was tied alone at the rear of the team, suddenly broke the rein and followed suit.
The herd of horses galloped past with astonishing momentum, people dodged one after another, the car was dragged to this side, the curtain was shaken upside down, Feng Zhiwei couldn't stabilize her figure in it, she looked down at the person on her lap in the busy schedule, her expression It changed in an instant.
Ning Yi!
The guards under the carriage staggered to catch up, shouting: "The big concubine—the big concubine..."
Obviously dragging others to help him fight, but he also said that he helped them solve the enemy. Naturally, it was Ning Cheng, the treasure guard. He was happy to send his master away, and he was fighting happily. When he heard this sound, he was stunned. : "Ah? What princess?"
The captain of the guard was beating his chest and stamping his feet, worried that his mission would be ruined, when he heard this sentence he said angrily: "That is Hu Zhuo's previous generation, Princess Shunyi, Princess Shengying!"
"Ah?" Ning Cheng was stunned again, almost being slashed by the enemy, and dodged in a daze, then came to his senses, screamed and chased after him.
"My mother - master, I have harmed you..."
Ning Cheng cried and shouted annoyed that he sent the sheep to the tiger's mouth, and wanted to chase the master back, but he slapped his horse's ass too hard, and the crazy carriage rushed out of the woods into the darkness in an instant, and could not find the shadow.
Ning Cheng stood there blankly, biting his fingers and watching the smoke and dust disappear into the horizon. In a trance, he felt as if he saw a certain classic yellow face flashing behind the curtain at the moment when the curtain of the car was lowered. He laughed.
I didn't think so at the time, but now I'm horrified.
Several knives behind him slashed down, and Ning Cheng burst into anger, and when he turned around, he let out a roar: "I'll kill you, grandma's idiot..."
There was a clanging sound, and the unlucky Ning Cheng stayed where he was to kill people, but the carriage running around in the dark had already rushed several miles away.
The carriage bumped violently, and Ning Yi was still unconscious on her lap, and was knocked several times to the point of rolling off her lap. After a moment of hesitation, Feng Zhiwei stretched out her arms to wrap his arms around his waist.
Her palm was hot and her fingers were cold, but his body seemed to be colder than her fingers, Feng Zhiwei shivered when she touched it.
When the carriage passed by a mountain depression, Feng Zhiwei suddenly opened the curtain and took a look, feeling that the arrangement on the cliff seemed a bit special.
When the carriage passed by, the dark trees on the cliff shook, and it turned out to be against the wind. I don't know if it was the wind, or her hallucination
However, the carriage was not completely under control, so it just rushed across the valley and continued forward, leaving the question behind, and when the carriage gradually stabilized under Feng Zhiwei's control, it had already arrived at the bottom of a low mountain.
It was quiet all around, and the wind was blowing the snowflakes dancing leisurely. The hand-to-hand combat just now seemed to be thousands of miles away.
Feng Zhi lowered her head slightly, quietly looking at the person on her lap.
There were no wounds or blood on his body, but his face was pale, his brows and lips were faintly bluish, exactly the same as his mother's complexion in the abandoned palace back then, Feng Zhiwei could tell at a glance that he had a relapse of an old injury.
It turned out that the strange smell of medicine that filled the small village was used to arouse his old wounds. That thing must be very powerful. It seemed to be some kind of cold medicine that was almost extinct. The Seventh Prince really spent all his money to cover up the big crime this time.
But... who is in whose trap? Feng Zhiwei smiled lightly as she thought about the abnormality she felt in the mountain pass that she passed just now.
However, although Ning Yi used himself as a bait to attract the enemy's attack, he didn't seem to have expected Lao Qi's skill and determination, so that the old wound was induced by the medicine, and he almost fell into it.
Feng Zhiwei figured out the joints, and her eyes were slightly gloomy. She took Ning Yi's pulse, and confirmed that his old injury was indeed recurring, and it must be dealt with very early.
The person on the lap was as quiet as a deep sleep, Feng Zhiwei looked down at him, and it had been a year since he had seen him, he seemed to have lost some weight, with a light shadow under his eyelashes, as quiet and cool as a crescent moon.
His pulse door is under her palm at the moment, the pulse is strong and heavy, and her internal energy is lingering at the fingertips, either going to the dantian, or going to the heart vein.
The former is to save; the latter is to kill.
The wind suddenly became stronger, whistling ferociously, and the curtains of the car flapped and danced wildly. With a "click", a stack of letter paper suddenly fell from the storage compartment above her head and landed in her hand.
Hulala envelopes flew around, she stretched out her hand to hold it down, but her hand stopped suddenly.
The top one is the secret letter from Qi Shaojun and Hang Ming to her.
"The king of Chu is cunning and prey, which will eventually be detrimental to the great cause. I ask the girl to make a life and death plan for thousands of subordinates, and she must be killed."
Feng Zhiwei's eyes trembled.
The cold fingers pressing on his veins moved slowly.
Move your fingers lightly.
In a daze, Ning Yi's eyelashes seemed to tremble.
This tremor was extremely subtle, it seemed to happen for real, and it seemed to be just Feng Zhiwei's hallucination, her fingers trembled again, and the internal force that was about to surge out was quickly withdrawn.
When he lowered his head to look carefully, Ning Yi was still in a deep coma.
The north wind blew the curtains of the car violently, and a large amount of snow fell on the head and face. Feng Zhiwei didn't move or avoid it, let alone try to shield Ning Yi from the wind and snow, letting the snowflakes fall on her and Ning Yi's faces one after another. superior.
When snowflakes encounter heat and water, they feel cool to the bones, and flow down the cheeks like tears.
Feng Zhiwei didn't wipe it, but just stared at Ning Yi, hoping that he would wake up from the snow, so that she wouldn't have to face difficult choices again and again.
However, apart from the twitching of his eyelashes that seemed to be real before, Ning Yi still didn't make any movement, even the icy snowflakes falling on his face failed to wake him up.
Feng Zhiwei frowned as she looked at the almost unmelted snowflakes on his face.
She had seen Ning Yi's old scars before. It was a hideous wound. She didn't know what it was at the time. Later, after sorting out her mother's belongings, she learned everything about what happened to the Blood Buddha on the last night. Among them, the seven-year-old child was hard for an adult to match. With his scheming and handwriting, he exchanged the heir, ambushed in a tree hole, and waited for the rabbit, almost killing his adoptive father and himself. In the end, if the adoptive father hadn't blown up him with the corpses of three tigers and pretended to jump off a cliff, maybe he would have passed away.
Who was that seven-year-old child? The adoptive father only told his mother that he was a prince, but he didn't know who it was.