Helan Jiyun's voice suddenly came into his ears, and it flashed away: "I'll intercept him, you get on the horse first." ”

He let out a long howl, and a black horse galloped over. At the same time, Helan Jiyun's long sword swept towards the man in black, and the sword was like white light.

I had severe pain in my right chest, and my strength was gradually gone, so I hurriedly bit the tip of my tongue, feeling the fishy sweetness in my mouth swirling, and my eyes were a little clearer. Flashing the sword stabs of several black-clothed men next to me, I jumped a few steps like a pill, jumped on the horse in pain, grabbed the reins, and the horse let out a long cry.

Helan Jiyun narrowly blocked the huge impact of the black-clothed man's head shaking sword behind me, and shouted, "Hurry up." ”

The rubble on the ground rose one after another under their force, scraping against my face. I was so distraught that I couldn't think about what was going on, so I swung my horse forward, pulled out a long arrow from my right back, and shot at the leader. The head of the man in black was distracted by the dark arrow, and on the side of his face, the black mask was scraped off by the arrow, leaving a bloody mark on his left cheek.

The black cloth slowly fell, and the face ......

It's exactly like me!

I didn't have time to think about it, taking advantage of the leader's distraction, I reached out and pulled Helan Jiyun up, gritted my teeth: "Hurry up and ......"

Helan Jiyun got on the horse with the help of his strength, sat behind me, and the two of them rode away with all their might, sprinting out of the rain.

"Chase!" came the strange voice of the man who looked like me behind him.

......

The horse that stepped down was a winter forest mustang, and it was very fast. I sat on my horse, and the blood from the wound was pouring down, and I bit my lip in pain. This escape, we think that the act of pulling out the arrow just now is obviously looking for death.

I couldn't breathe from the cold rain in my face, and the warm blood and cold water made the pain in my right chest even more unbearable. I clutched my wounds, thinking to myself that I had to hold on until there was no forgiveness.

There were four men in black chasing after us, and our horses were forced to run to the deepest part of the hunting forest. There's a steep cliff there, and I'm afraid it's hard to fly if you go any further. Smoke bombs have been released, why is there no one in the hunting grounds, are they also ambushed?

"Prince!" Helan Jiyun drove the horse with one hand and protected my right back with the other, and said in a low voice: "Hold on." There's a way to get around them. ”

I nodded with great effort, not daring to move my mouth, for fear that more blood would remain in my mouth. Looking back, the four people behind him were still a certain distance away.

"Bang" Helan Jiyun suddenly grabbed the reins of the horse in his hand, and the force was so great that he actually tore off the reins. Ten meters in front is a cliff tens of meters wide, the bottom of the cliff is pitch black against the background of the sky, and you can see that you can't see the bottom at a glance.

The dark horse has spirituality, and even if it is restricted, it knows the meaning of the horse and the people. It bent its legs slightly against the rough sand and gravel on the ground, and the horse's hooves grinded for several meters before it braked dangerously. Helan Jiyun helped me and staggered off the horse.

He slapped the horse's head vigorously: "Run." The black horse whined a few times, raised its bruised and bleeding hooves and feet, turned its head and ran away.

It was as if you could hear the sound of people chasing after you. The rain was heavier, there was no way forward, no way back, and jumping down the cliff seemed to be a dead end. Panic finally found me, and I stood with my injured body on my back, Helan Jiyun's hand holding me cold and soft.

"Do you believe me?" ran so frightened that his eyes were smashed by the cold rain and he couldn't open them, and suddenly heard a question in his ears.

"Believe. "At this point, I don't believe it's any use. A dead horse is a live horse, stand aside for those doubts about you, and believe you once.

Helan Jiyun chuckled, and then suddenly broke off: "Jump!"

He grabbed me and leaped forward with all his might, I closed my eyes, and the sound of the wind slashed at us like shattered glass. Half of my body was wrapped around him, my face buried in his arms, and I couldn't see anything when I opened my eyes. Suddenly, the brain seemed to explode violently, dizziness hit, and not long after, the eyes were dark, the blood held in the mouth kept flowing out, and the person lost consciousness.

......

I don't know how long it took, but I vaguely smelled the burnt smell of burning firewood, as well as the crackling of wood and the sound of slow running water. The pain in my right chest subsided, and I struggled to get up.

This is the riverbank, and the water is quietly swimming on the side. The rain had stopped, and it was completely dark, except for a small fire. I was lying in a dry, shallow stone cave by the river. This should be the bottom of the cliff.

A faint glow of fire came in the distance. Then, I saw Helan Jiyun's vague figure appear. He was holding a torch and carrying a bag in his hand.

"...... you?" I didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of pulling the wound, and asked him lightly. We're all alive.

Helan Jiyun's white coat was slightly tattered and dirty, and the corners of the clothes were torn into several strips. There were also dark clotted blood clots on his chest, and there were several blood marks on his deep face. He walked in, sat down next to me, and said lightly, "Wake up." Don't talk just yet. ”

He lowered the torch, unwrapped it in a torn sleeve, then picked up my dagger and pulled it through the hem of my blood-soaked shirt. By this time, the bleeding on my right chest had already stopped, and it was congealed in my middle coat. After cutting it carefully, it revealed a hideous arrow hole, and the skin gap on the side of the wound bulged, which was very scary.

My hands are weak and I can only let him do what he wants. He picked up the herbs in his bag, washed them in the river outside, chewed them and applied them to my front and back wounds, and then used a dagger to cut the soft corners of his robe into long strips as bandages.

His movements are very skillful, and the whole process only takes a few breaths.

I looked down at him helping me with the medicine, and after a long time, I finally couldn't help but ask in a whisper, "How did you bring me down?"

"Hmm. He carefully wrapped the remaining herbs, put them in his chest, and replied, "Thankfully, the man used your arrows." "If you poison the arrow, you will soon be killed.

I stared at him for a moment, then sat up with some dissatisfaction in my eyes: "Answer me, what is your relationship with those people? What is the matter with the leader of the men in black who looks like me? Why did you appear at that time?"

Helan Jiyun found a relatively precious herb to stop bleeding and rejuvenate the skin, and the wound is no longer serious, but there is too much blood loss, and the person is a little dizzy and weak. However, the suspicion of him grew more and more, so much so that I ignored the pain in my chest. The "Pain Relief Skill" that has been practiced since childhood also has a certain effect.

He took out a few small green fruits from his sleeve and handed them to me, looking up at the dark sky outside: "Your Highness shouldn't ask more now." Eat something first. I'm afraid I'll have to spend tonight here, and it will be some time before the search team arrives. ”

I took two green fruits, and the skin was a little cracked. Take a bite silently, it is so astringent that it is sour, it is difficult to swallow, and you can only satisfy your hunger. He retrieved the remaining ones, bit down on one, and wrapped the others and placed them beside the fire.

The two of them sat silently opposite each other, and Helan Jiyun took a few from the dry firewood pile that had just been picked up next to him from time to time and added them to the fire. The rain began to trickle down again, and the entrance to the cave was half a foot higher than the river bank outside, so there was no fear of rain and water flooding in. Although the hole is shallow, it is more than enough to put two people aside.

For a moment, I shuddered, stared at his indigo blue eyes in a daze, and my lips twitched: "What is the relationship between you--Queen Jing?"

At the bottom of the cliff, deserted and deserted, I no longer politely called him "King Gon", trying to know from him the many questions that had been holding back in my heart.

"Your Highness really has a lot of questions. He didn't know whether it was a smile of kindness or mockery, but the smile in the firelight softened his overly serious face into a mess of spring water.

"Answer me. Thinking of the "Long Shift Qu Zen" that he played in the wooden house, my eyes were slightly cold.

Queen Jing, Mo Beichen's biological mother, a beautiful woman who died eighteen years ago. I've been looking for news about her. I want to know what happened to cause Mo Beichen's mother and son to be in such a painful situation.

What does Luo Zhen, Zhao Jieyang and the others have to do with the people in black? In the news that the Underworld Pavilion has returned these days, the people in black who attacked Luo Zhen and them do not belong to any forces of the Dayue Dynasty, but on the contrary, they have something to do with the royal family. Will it be the same group of men in black who assassinated me today?

If so, why did you come to your rescue, King Gon? The leader of the man in black with the same face as me, I don't believe that there are two people in the world who are so similar to each other.

I'm sure that Empress Jing only gave birth to one child. That's certainly not true!

What is the purpose of the man in black to kill me? Do you want to pretend to be me and infiltrate the palace to be the crown prince?

And, King Gon, what kind of role are you in this matter? Enemies but not enemies, friends but not friends, but I have a gut feeling that it is difficult to be hostile to you.

(A malicious interjection: No hostility, colored!) ）

Hey, it's really messy and messy, it's troublesome, don't have a taste in your heart.

It tastes bad. It's like, with a beautiful pair of scissors by your side, you can't cut through all the problems with it.

(A certain interjects again: Beauty = scissors?!)

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The unscrupulous author who was unwilling to hide behind the scenes late this night came out to arrange flowers twice, snatching the protagonist's shot, with evil intentions, and the little prince's deep thinking was interrupted all the time. Therefore, the penalty period must be used as soon as possible to let the beautiful scissors untie the knot in the plot. Otherwise, drag it out...... As a coolie...... 300 times a year, no resignation as a writer!

Chin this!

- The author arranged flowers again: Don't call the little prince Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen?!

It's a fucking name!(How does it look like swearing)

Xiaochen is me, I was born in the "year of Chen", so I got this name. The little prince should be nicknamed "Chen'er", that is, "Xiaochen's son".

Otherwise, every time I see my relatives when they pity the little prince or call him "Xiao Chen" when they are married to a certain male pig, I am always very cold...... What a call of love~