After all, Xiao Rin is a person who practices martial arts, and between the lightning and flint, he has already reacted immediately, he slammed his right hand to pull Chen Lingshu away in front of him, and his left hand quickly pulled out the saber on his waist, and his kung fu was faster than his brain, and he stabbed the saber into the chest of the woman in front of him in one fell swoop.

The bloody tip of the knife came out of her back, already piercing the person.

Fu Nianjun had just helped Xiahou Ying to stand firm, and as soon as he looked up, he saw this scene.

She was completely stunned, and Xiahou Ying also turned around......

Chen Lingshu coughed up a mouthful of blood and spit on Xiao Rin's placket.

But her face showed a slight hideousness at this time.

Fu Nianjun suddenly understood the reason why Chen Lingshu appeared here.

She was just for this moment.

Xiao Rin is wearing a very inconspicuous small golden hairpin on his left shoulder.

He didn't even need to pull it out with his hands, and with a slight effort, the golden hairpin fell.

But he himself knew that this hairpin was definitely not an ordinary hairpin.

Chen Lingshu lay on his back on the grass, gasping for air.

Fu Nianjun and Xiahou Ying didn't have time to think about it, they immediately squatted down, but the handkerchief was covered with the blood hole in her chest and was instantly stained, and Fu Nianjun's hands were all covered with her warm blood, which was so smooth and greasy that it gave people goosebumps.

Chen Lingshu's pupils were slightly open at this time, and she was already out of breath and intake in less, Xiahou Ying held her wrist to take the pulse, but Fu Nianjun also understood that even if Xiahou Ying was Hua Tuo's reincarnation now, she couldn't save her.

On the other side, Xiao Rin only felt that his eyes were gradually hazy at this time, and his body seemed to be burdened with a burden weighing hundreds of catties and thousands of catties, which made people breathless.

The golden hairpin was really poisoned, and according to Chen Lingshu's strength, he couldn't be pierced through his clothes, but he happened to suffer a knife wound along his left shoulder to his upper arm.

She was stuck in the wound......

Unable to stand on his feet, he had to get down on one knee and hold himself up with his saber in his left hand.

Fu Nianjun naturally found out.

"You ......"

She glanced at her, but still didn't ask.

Xiao Rin like that, even his hands tremble?

But she really didn't want to help him at all in her heart.

Fortunately, Xiao Rin's guards soon noticed his abnormality and hugged him, chattering in Khitan dialect.

Chen Lingshu was lying in Xiahou Ying's arms, her lips moved slightly, Fu Nianjun leaned over to listen, but it was a few words she gritted her teeth:

"Dad, mother, I, I finally got revenge......"

Fu Nianjun snorted slightly.

In order to bring back Chen Lingzhi and preserve the secret of Chen Lingzhi's life experience, he did not hesitate to kill all the insiders.

After all, the fact that the dead cannot speak is the immutable rule that those of them who hold the power believe in.

Fu Nianjun somewhat understood that Chen Lingshu must follow Dong Changning, even if he is a slave and a concubine, follow him to Beijing, and meet him again......

If she asks for an ordinary second half of her life, Dong Changning has countless ways to help her, even himself and Zhou Yubai.

She wants revenge.

Only by following Dong Changning and herself will she have a chance to get close to her enemy.

Even though this hope is very slim, she has been waiting, and today she finally waited for her.

Chen Lingshu let out two short moans in his throat, and then he lost his breath, but his eyes were still staring in Xiao Rin's direction, as if he was dead.

Xiao Rin's side finally couldn't support it and fell crooked on the shoulders of a personal guard, and the rest of the Khitan warriors Fu Nianjun have also been familiar with each other in the past few days, and they are not particularly rude people, but at this time, their eyes are all red, and their faces are hideous, probably because they can't bear the master who calmly retreated from the enemy just now, but they will be calculated by a woman.

One of them drew a short knife and cried out to the three women.

It seems that even Chen Lingshu's body doesn't want to let go.

Fu Nianjun reasoned with them loudly in Khitan dialect:

"It's useless to do anything after everyone is dead, the most important thing now is the safety of your Lord Xiao!"

The Khitan warriors refused to listen to her, and some people even shouted: "The Han women are all woe, all of them have been cut off!

It is also a bit of a loyal minister in the history of the Han family who did not hesitate to die for the sake of the Lord.

They were all in high spirits, their eyes fierce, and they approached them step by step......

Fortunately, at this time, the sound of horses' hooves sounded beside them, distracting everyone.

It is Xiao Rin's "reinforcements" who arrived.

The first one jumped off the horse, but he was not burly and strong, as if he was a young man who had not yet grown up.

His entourage clings to torches, which illuminate the dark wilderness for a moment.

Fu Nianjun squinted his eyes, and saw that the Khitan warriors who were still emotional just now finally lowered their heads, and no longer clinged to their swords and shouted to kill.

The dismounted boy was dressed in the service of a traditional Khitan nobleman, with leather boots and a snow cap, and his face looked whiter in the light of the fire.

His eyes are slender and the bridge of his nose is exceptionally straight, which is a little more delicate than the rough Khitans.

Fu Nianjun was stunned, it was Chen Lingzhi.

But I haven't seen him for more than a year, but I don't want him to grow so much bigger.

Chen Lingzhi strode forward surrounded by his subordinates, his gaze fell on Fu Nianjun's face, but it was only swept away, and then he was busy caring about Xiao Rin.

"Hurry up and get you into the carriage. ”

There seems to be such a sentence as the night breeze blows.

His Khitan language is not very good.

Chen Lingzhi grew up in the Central Plains, and it was not so easy to speak Khitan well.

But he worked hard.

There was a luxurious carriage with him, pulled by three horses, and the palace lamps were hanging from the eaves, and the tassels were swaying with the wind, which was a bit out of place in this place where flesh and blood were flying.

The corners of Fu Nianjun's eyes twitched, of course they couldn't have predicted that the prophet Xiao Rin would be injured, obviously this car was used to lock her up.

She should have thanked them for their efforts.

Chen Lingzhi looked at Fu Nianjun again, Fu Nianjun lowered his eyes, and motioned to the person next to him who was quiet and no longer spoken......

If he had come a little earlier, he would have been able to see his sister for more than ten years.

But Chen Lingzhi's reaction was unexpectedly indifferent, he just glanced at it, and then commanded left and right:

"Bury it on the spot. ”

With that, he turned around, and the wind whistling from the cloak.

The young man in Fu Nianjun's memory who did not hesitate to dig a dog hole and run out to find his sister seemed to be replaced by the person in front of him in an instant.

One of Xiao Rin's guards seemed to be unconvinced, still holding a knife and arguing about something, as if he would not be relieved if he didn't cut Chen Lingshu a few times.

Chen Lingzhi raised his voice and scolded him, and let his two subordinates go to dig a dirt pit.

Fu Nianjun and Xiahou Ying are no longer qualified to watch Chen Lingshu be buried.

They're just captives.

Fortunately, the carriage was very large, and a Xiao Rin could be stuffed into it to allow the two of them to sit.