After running around for several days, seeing that he was about to reach the border of Gyeonggi, Yu Mingzhi obviously felt that the atmosphere of the convoy was more solemn than before.

She knew that the road near Gyeonggi was the best and last opportunity to assassinate Qin Ji.

After driving for most of the day, seeing that he was about to arrive at the county seat where he was resting tonight, Qin Ji suddenly asked the coachman to stop, and then said to Yu Mingzhi: "Zhizhi will go to the inn to rest first, and I will go to sweep away a few little ants." ”

He took out his sword from under his seat, and was about to lift the curtain to go out, when he felt something hook on the corner of his clothes. He looked back, a slender hand, and his five fingers clenched the hem of his clothes.

"You...... Be careful. What he said was words of concern, but Yu Mingzhi's voice was unwarm.

Qin Ji smiled slightly, his eyes full of soft light, "I will come back on time to have dinner with Zhizhi." ”

Yu Mingzhi pouted, "I just don't want you to die, one less helper for revenge." ”

Seeing her trying to find an excuse, Qin Ji smiled even deeper, "Well, I know." With that, he waved the curtain, strode out of the carriage, and waved to Yu Mingzhi before leaving.

Yu Mingzhi immediately turned his head away, pretending not to see it.

The coachman continued to hurry, listening to the sound of horses' hooves, Yu Mingzhi hesitated to lift the curtain slightly, and peeked out, Qin Ji was still standing on the side of the road, bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, his temperament was gentle and elegant set off by his gray robe, as if he was just a literati and ink artist who was wandering around, not to kill.

As if sensing his gaze, Qin Ji turned his head to look at it, and instantly smiled with his eyebrows.

Yu Mingzhi didn't flinch, shouted, "Don't die!" and then dropped the curtain, no matter what kind of expression Qin Ji had now.

The carriage came to the door of the inn and stopped, and Zhu'er, the maid arranged by Qin Ji, came forward to help her get out of the car. Zhu'er was smart and diligent, and immediately sent someone to prepare hot water and refreshments after arriving at the guest room, and waited for Yu Mingzhi to bathe.

"Miss Yu has eaten, can she lie down in bed and rest? It's still a long time before dinner. Zhu'er said as she carefully wiped Yu Mingzhi's body.

"Hmm. Yu Mingzhi should be a little absent-minded.

It's been a while since Qin Ji left, right?

Why hasn't it come back yet?

How many baby ants take so long?

Zhu'er pursed her lips and smiled, and asked, "Miss is worried about the safety of her son?"

"No!" Yu Mingzhi categorically denied, "This hot water bubble is comfortable, and it makes me sleepy." ”

She was sensible, and she didn't tell Qin Ji's people clearly -- the reason why she was worried was because Qin Ji was dead, who would help her take revenge? Where is the family going?

Zhu'er didn't say anything more, she couldn't help but smile and cleaned up for Yu Mingzhi, and after using the tea and pastries, she helped her to bed.

Yu Mingzhi was lying on the bed, with a thick, clean and soft mattress under him, covered with a fragrant quilt, and everything seemed to have returned to before the family was ruined. She was not sleepy, she looked at the tent in a daze, and as soon as there was movement in the corridor outside, she couldn't help but stand up and listen carefully.

From evening to night, when the sky was completely blackened, she was disappointed again and again.

Zhu'er brought dinner, three dishes and one soup were neatly placed in the center of the table, and then as soon as she lifted the curtain, she saw Yu Mingzhi staring at her, lying upright on the bed, startled, and hurriedly came forward to ask, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Yu Mingzhi lifted the quilt and sat up, "Have you had dinner?"

Zhu'er said: "The meal has been prepared, presumably the son will be back in a while." ”

Yu Mingzhi's eyes lit up, and he quickly put on his clothes.

The meals were all freshly cooked, steaming with a hot aroma, she sat at the table, holding her head in one hand, and waited quietly for Qin Ji to come back.

Suddenly, there was a sound of "ping-pong" porcelain breaking downstairs, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps, Zhu'er's eyes flashed with cold light, she took out a whip from her arms, jumped to the door and listened carefully to the movement outside.

Yu Mingzhi recognized that the footsteps were coming from this place, and the momentum was fierce and extraordinary.

Qin Ji didn't come back, she came first with a group of ill-intentioned people, she looked left and right, picked up a fire tongs in the corner, and stared at the door without blinking.

Zhu'er saw that she was decisive and resolute, and secretly admired.

At this moment, the footsteps suddenly stopped in front of the door, and then the two doors were kicked open with a rough kick, and the sound of "banging" against the wall was extremely terrifying.

Zhu'er's whip shot at the same time, and the wind swept out was very fierce, slashing at the body of the comer.

The previous person did not expect the people in the room to be so ferocious, and before they had time to dodge, a blood mark slanted from the right eye to the left shoulder, and a few drops of the splashed blood fell on Zhu'er's face, she wiped the blood with the back of her hand at will, and deftly jumped backwards and landed in front of the dining table, which was able to dodge the sword blade that sneaked up from the armpit of the current person.

Kicking away the dead people, seven or eight people poured into the house at once, each of them was a big man with a fierce face, each holding a sword in his hand, aimed at the two women in the house, and the sound of fighting downstairs was clearly transmitted into the house at this time, and there were screams from time to time.

"Hehe, good luck, two little ladies like flowers!" a scar-faced monster shouted, "Don't resist, little lady, obediently go home with Lao Tzu and enjoy happiness!"

"Get out of here!" Zhu'er raised her eyebrows coldly, and waved her whip again, like a swift spirit snake, to prevent the big men from crossing her.

Yu Mingzhi clenched the fire tongs tightly and looked nervously at the people who were entangled.

If anyone dares to come near her, whether he is a human or a ghost, poke a pincer first.

She knows where a man's weakness lies.

But looking at this group of big men, she couldn't help frowning-Qin Ji hadn't come back yet.

In a small county town, the city is broken and the soldiers are weak, and there are occasional bandits who enter the city to rob, but this murderous appearance is not like an ordinary bandit, will it be...... She couldn't restrain herself from thinking about the bad side.

Yu Mingzhi shook his head, as the saying goes, disasters are left behind for a thousand years, how could a traitor like Qin Ji die so easily?

Maybe this group of soldiers divided into two ways, entangled Qin Ji all the way, and killed all the way here.

She finally escaped death, but she couldn't be defeated here.

Yu Mingzhi was determined, and when he saw that Zhu'er was injured, he took a few steps back, knocked over the table and stool, and the exquisite food fell to the ground, "banging", like thunder.

"Miss Guo, let's go!" Zhu'er shouted, the person who came was strong in martial arts, she couldn't last long, if Yu Mingzhi rushed out and connected with the secret guards outside, maybe there would be a glimmer of life.

Yu Mingzhi didn't care about Zhu'er and suddenly changed her name to "Miss Guo", pushed open the window and looked out, behind which was the courtyard of the inn, which was in darkness, as if it was a bottomless pit. She looked back at Zhu'er, who was struggling with the big man, and gritted her teeth.

"Zhu'er, wait for me to find someone to save you!" With that, she climbed out of the window and tried to climb down the outer wall, but a corpse fell from the third floor at this time, grazing her back and falling.

She was so startled that she couldn't grasp the protruding bricks and fell from the second floor.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, you can't fall to death on the second floor. Yu Mingzhi muttered silently, hugging his head tightly.

Just when she thought that she would definitely fall and blossom, her body fell into a warm and solid embrace, and the familiar scent of ink penetrated into her nostrils, inexplicably reassuring her.

"Qin Ji ......"

She opened her eyes and looked at the face that was close at hand.