On the way back, Jiang Yanyi took Feng Shuo's carriage.
Because they didn't have an invitation, Yang Xiu and Bing Shao had been waiting outside the mansion. They finally waited until Jiang Yanyi left the Han Mansion. Feng Shuo offered to give Jiang Yanyi a ride, and the two of them just thought that he did it for Chu Changping's sake and didn't suspect anything.
After getting on the carriage, Feng Shuo asked Jiang Yanyi, "What did Mrs. Quanfu talk to you about earlier?"
Mainly because of Jiang Yanyi's hesitant and conflicted look that he had seen before, which made him curious about the content of the conversation.
When he asked this, Jiang Yanyi's eyebrows began to twitch again: "The old lady's accent is too heavy, I can't understand what she said. She is hard of hearing and can't hear me clearly when I speak."
The corners of Feng Shuo's mouth curled up slightly into a barely noticeable arc.
It turned out that she and the old woman had been talking to each other for a long time, and the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.
It was quite a distance from Han Mansion to the main street of Duhu Mansion. Feng Shuo closed his eyes to rest. Jiang Yanyi heard all kinds of hawking sounds in the market, and carefully opened the curtain of the carriage a little to look out.
They passed by a food shop, where they could see the steaming white meat buns, the candied haws on the straw sticks that looked like they were on fire, the roast chicken chopped by a fat woman on the chopping board, and the delicate sugar figures made by the sugar art master...
The carriage drove slowly by, and all these scenes unfolded before his eyes like a scroll. Jiang Yanyi looked at them infatuatedly, smiling with his eyebrows curved.
She likes cooking, and also likes the flavor of life that cooking brings to this world.
The carriage passed the food court. Jiang Yanyi reluctantly lowered the curtain. When she turned around, she saw Feng Shuo had opened his eyes at some point and was staring at her with a look that Jiang Yanyi could not understand.
Jiang Yanyi quickly covered the car curtain tightly and asked, "Is there any wind coming in?"
Feng Shuo shook his head and quickly closed his eyes again.
She was craving for the worldly atmosphere at the food court, but she didn't know that his worldly atmosphere was only for her.
Jiang Yanyi didn't understand why Feng Shuo didn't say anything after looking at her for a long time, but he continued to close his eyes and rest. She didn't say anything either, and fiddled with the tassels under the curtain out of boredom.
When the carriage suddenly shook, Jiang Yanyi was caught off guard and was almost thrown out of the carriage by the inertia. Fortunately, Feng Shuo grabbed her in time.
The tip of her nose hit his solid chest. There was no ambiguity at all. Jiang Yanyi felt stars in her eyes. She touched her nose with her hand and luckily there was no nosebleed.
"call out!"
Sharp arrows shot in from the carriage window. Feng Shuo hugged Jiang Yanyi and rolled on the ground, hiding beside the carriage window. Where they had just been, several arrows had pierced the bottom of the carriage.
Jiang Yanyi found that the arrow was stained with blood. She did not care about the awkward position where she was half pressed to the ground by Feng Shuo. She pulled Feng Shuo's arm and stretched her neck to look. Sure enough, she found a bloodstain on Feng Shuo's right arm.
Jiang Yanyi panicked and turned to him and said, "You are injured!"
Because she tried to raise her head to look at the wound on Feng Shuo's arm, she was already very close to Feng Shuo, and when she turned her head again, her lips just happened to be imprinted on Feng Shuo's face.
The warm touch made Jiang Yanyi stunned.
Feng Shuo was also stunned.
Their eyes met, still in that awkward up-and-down position.
Jiang Yanyi was the first to react. She quickly pushed Feng Shuo away and got up. She covered her lips with her index finger and thumb and stuttered, "I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
But her desperate push seemed to have touched Feng Shuo's wound, and he groaned and said, "Nothing."
Jiang Yanyi suddenly became even more at a loss. She didn't know how serious Feng Shuo's right arm was injured, but seeing that his sleeve was stained red, she was afraid that the artery was injured. She had to tie a cloth strip around the wound to stop the bleeding.
"You are bleeding badly. We must take care of the wound first."
Jiang Yanyi tried to tear off a piece of her skirt to use as a belt, just like the heroines in TV dramas or novels. But maybe she was too weak or the fabric of the dress was too fine, she couldn't tear it even with all her might.
When she met Feng Shuo's puzzled gaze while holding the hem of her skirt with both hands, Jiang Yanyi silently retracted her claws and smoothed the hem of her skirt.
Mary Sue costume drama bullies her!
The heroine in the play must be a strong Barbie doll to tear the hem of her skirt into strips with just one rip.
In the end, Jiang Yanyi used her hairband to tie the wound around Feng Shuo.
Fortunately, she was poor, so the headband she bought was not some fancy but fragile cloth, but coarse nettles that were strong enough to tie up a pig.
It was the first time Feng Shuo saw someone bandage someone's wound without wrapping the wound itself, but instead tied the strip of cloth above the wound. He didn't say anything about Jiang Yanyi tying it in the wrong place, but just said with a subtle look: "It's a bit tight."
Jiang Yanyi explained seriously: "Tie it tighter to stop the bleeding. Just bear with it."
At this time, the sound of close combat was heard outside the carriage, as well as the sound of arrows constantly hitting the wall of the carriage.
The inner wall of the carriage was poured with molten iron, so arrows could not penetrate it. However, the continuous sound of arrows breaking through the air still made Jiang Yanyi nervous.
The assassins were numerous and powerful, and Feng Shuo did not bring many guards with him to the wedding. Even with Yang Xiu and Bing Shao surrounding the carriage, they could only barely keep the assassins away.
But after a man wearing a green ghost mask rushed in, Feng Shuo's guards were clearly at a disadvantage. Xing Yao nearly lost his life several times when he confronted that man.
The man with the green ghost mask kicked Xing Yao in the chest. Xing Yao staggered back a few steps before steadying himself, holding his chest in horror. The force of this man's kick was incredible. He must be a general on horseback.
He prided himself on his skills, but at this moment he knew he was no match for his opponent.
The old illness of the master was so painful in the severe cold that if he were to fight this person under such circumstances...
Xing Yao's heart trembled, and he shouted: "Hurry up and protect the master!"
A guard ran over to drive the carriage, but was easily knocked to the ground by the man in the green ghost mask.
The man in the green ghost mask sneered: "People say that the King of Liaonan is the God of War of Daxuan, but I think he is just a coward!"
In the carriage, Feng Shuo didn't seem to care about the fighting outside. Hearing those provocative words, he was still in the mood to ask Jiang Yanyi: "I didn't eat anything at the Han Mansion for lunch. What are you going to cook when you go back later?"
Is this the time to talk about what to eat
Jiang Yanyi looked at the wound on his arm, and for some reason, she thought of the saying "like cures like" and said, "Let's make braised pork elbow."
It’s better to eat light food when you are injured. Braised food is a bit heavy in taste.
“How long will it take to simmer?”
"It will be fine in half an hour."
Feng Shuo nodded: "We'll eat pork elbow in an hour."
It would take less than half an hour to get back to Duhufu Street from here.
After saying this, he lifted the car curtain and walked out.
Jiang Yanyi shouted anxiously, "You are injured!"
Feng Shuo's pale lips curled up slightly, but his eyes were filled with endless anger: "The barking of dogs is annoying me, I have to tell this wild dog to shut up."
Xing Yao was a little worried when he saw Feng Shuo leaving the carriage: "Master, please get back in the carriage. I can handle it."
Feng Shuo uttered two words: "Back off."
The man in the green ghost mask opposite saw that Feng Shuo had a somewhat sickly pale face and was wearing a dragon robe, looking like a sick prince, without any of the fierceness of a general on the battlefield. He couldn't help but sneer: "You dare to fight in this state? You really don't know whether you live or die!"
Feng Shuo's eyes were calm and he said calmly, "Bring the bow."
Xing Yao quickly handed over an ordinary long bow.
This bow is too light, so Feng Shuo deliberately used less force when pulling the string, otherwise the bow would have broken.
"Swish!" The sharp arrow shot out with a sound of breaking through the air.
The man in the green ghost mask quickly dodged to the side. The sharp arrow flew past his ear, and the wind speed it created blew up the hair beside his ear. Wherever the arrow passed, a few strands of hair fell off.
Before the man in the green ghost mask could stand firm, the second and third arrows came one after another. Each time he was forced to make all kinds of weird postures to dodge them. His clothes were torn in several places, and the hair crown on his head was shot off. His hair was disheveled and he looked very embarrassed.
The man who shot the arrow seemed to have calculated his reaction speed and was deliberately playing tricks on him like a cat playing with a mouse.
Such naked humiliation was much more powerful than verbal abuse. The ghost-faced man was furious and rushed towards Feng Shuo with a sword in hand: "Prepare to die!"
The last arrow that Feng Shuo had on the bowstring just happened to be released.
The sharp arrow flew out, and the ghost-faced man crouched and tilted his head back to avoid the arrow, but the mask on his face was split in half and fell to the ground.
It was obvious that Feng Shuo had no intention of taking his life with this arrow.
Without the mask, that unruly and violent face could only belong to Fan Yaonian.
Fan Yaonian was not stupid. He had already discovered something was wrong. Judging from the arrows shot by Feng Shuo, it did not look like he was unable to lift a weapon.
He was a man who valued his life very much, and he decided to retreat immediately. But at this time Feng Shuo seemed unable to stand. He took a step back and leaned against the carriage to steady his body. He covered his lips and coughed heart-wrenchingly, and his face became paler and paler.
It was obvious that the few arrows he had just fired were just a last ditch effort and he was just holding on.
This opportunity is rare. If we miss it, I'm afraid there won't be more than just these guards around him next time we want to take action.
Fan Yaonian weighed the matter in his mind, gritted his teeth, and rushed towards Feng Shuo with his sword again.
The other killers followed Fan Yaonian and launched another attack. Xing Yao hurriedly led the guards to meet them, and Yang Xiu and Bing Shao also went to help.
Jiang Yan saw that Feng Shuo was coughing so violently, and his sleeve was stained red with blood from his right hand because of the force he had exerted in drawing the bow just now. Her heart almost jumped out of her throat.
Seeing that Fan Yaonian's sword was about to reach Feng Shuo's face, she didn't know where she got the courage from, she picked up the small stool in the carriage, leaned out half of her body, and threw the stool in her hand at Fan Yaonian.
At the same time, Feng Shuo dodged Fan Yaonian's sword by just slightly turning his body, and grabbed Fan Yaonian's sword-holding hand and broke it hard.
There was a "crackling" sound of dislocated bones, and the sharp sword in Fan Yaonian's hand fell to the ground. The stool that hit him in the face also rolled to the ground, and Fan Yaonian's nose bled from the blow.
Feng Shuo turned his head and looked inside the carriage, and Jiang Yanyi quickly shrank his neck.
The veins on Fan Yaonian's forehead bulged due to severe pain. He did not care about anything else and wanted to stab Feng Shuo with the dagger hidden in his other hand when he was not prepared. However, Feng Shuo seemed to have a pair of eyes on the back of his head. He grabbed the arm holding the dagger and twisted it with his backhand. The "click" sound of the dislocated joints was rang out again.
Fan Yaonian screamed and shouted angrily: "You are lying about having an old illness!"
The cold wind bit into his bones, and Feng Shuo coughed even harder, as if he was going to cough up blood in the next second. He said, "It's true that I have an old illness, but you are too useless."
Fan Yaonian was so angry that his eyes turned bloodshot, but he could do nothing to Feng Shuo.
Once he was killed, the remaining assassins were no match for him and were captured one after another by the armored guards who rushed to the mansion.
Feng Shuo dismantled Fan Yaonian's hands and feet, and then ordered Xing Yao: "Tie him back."
Fan Yaonian was sweating profusely due to the severe pain, but he said ruthlessly: "You'd better kill me right now!"
Feng Shuo glanced at him and said to Xing Yao, "As long as the person is still breathing during the torture, there is no need to be cautious. We must find out the whereabouts of the Turkic prince."
After saying this, he coughed violently again.
Xing Yao clasped his fists and said, "I obey your orders, Master. Please return to the carriage."
Feng Shuo nodded and returned to the carriage with a pale face. Jiang Yanyi quickly helped him sit down, but Feng Shuo took the opportunity to hold her hand.
"What...what's wrong?" Jiang Yanyi didn't know what was going on. Now that he was looking at him, he began to stutter whenever he spoke.
Perhaps due to an old illness, his hands were a little cold. When he pinched her wrist, Jiang Yanyi felt her whole body shudder.
Feng Shuo stared at her without blinking, his expression more serious than ever before: "It was so dangerous just now, why did you come out to save me?"
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