"Lan Yinshui has seen the princess!"

Prince? Princess! Qin Jun?!

Purple Pupil was still puzzled, but Beichen had already picked her up from the ground and rushed out of the door.

It turned out that the two of them were in a dilapidated temple just now.

Yinshui had already led the horse and waited outside the door, and when Beichen Fei got on the horse, he immediately sent the reins of the horse to Beichen.

"Drive!"

Beichen beats the horses, and the horses gallop forward.

Yin Shui and more than 100 guards behind him immediately followed him and ran towards the mountain.

Behind him, there was the sound of horses' hooves.

The purple pupil turned his face from Beichen's arm, only to see that in the night, the fire flickered under the mountain, and the horse neighed.

Although it is not very realistic, it can be inferred from the neighing of the horses and the light of the fire that the number of the other party is not small.

The inky BMW rushed all the way, and the night wind blew her hair, and the messy memories in her mind followed.

Her current body, born with purple eyes, can see through everything, and her name is still called Purple Pupil, the daughter of a minister of Yan Kingdom.

She entered the palace since she was a child, studied for the prince, and her father was also an important minister of the Yan Kingdom.

In order to negotiate an alliance with Qin, she once accompanied her father to envoy Qin, and the king of Qin was shocked to marry her.

Beichen naturally refused, and Qin Guo was furious and led troops to fight Yan.

The army pressed the border, and in order to save the lives in the country from being ruined, the ministers asked Beichen to marry her to the king of Qin.

Beichen refused without hesitation, and even killed a minister who took the lead in asking for his life, and the ministers didn't dare to speak anymore, but the people scolded Zitong for being a demon girl, and the whole country was in vain.

King Qin scolded Zitong as a demon girl, invaded Yan on a large scale, internal rebellion and foreign army, even though Beichen was born with talent and martial arts, after all, one person is difficult to defeat ten thousand hands.

had to escape from the imperial city with her, but King Qin did not let them go, and was still chasing after them all the way.

The whistle sounded.

A group of centaurs suddenly rushed out of the forest in front of them, and rushed towards the crowd.

The other side is all well-armed, and there are more than 2,000 of them.

Lan Yinshui raised his hand and drew his sword, "Protect His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" ”

He took the lead in rushing over, with more than a hundred of his men behind him.

Although the number of the other party was more than 20 of their own, there was no fear on everyone's face, guarding the horses of Beichen and Zitong layer by layer, protecting the two of them to rush forward and kill.

Helplessly, there were too many opponents, and more than 100 people soon fell one after another, losing more than half of them, and Lan Yinshui was also seriously injured.

The war horse neighed, Lan Yinshui fell off the horse, raised his hand to grab the spear stabbed by the opponent's general, he turned his face and screamed.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, let's go!"

Beichen gritted his teeth, took the lead in turning around, and rushed to the mountain forest on the right with purple pupils.

The sound of horses' hooves behind him became more and more, and there were siegers in all directions, and the men behind Beichen fell one by one, and finally only two people were left riding the tall horse.

Beichen fought hard, with a long sword in his hand, and it turned out to be a hundred people.

Corpses were piled up like hills all around.

In the end, even the horse was wounded and fell down screaming.

Those besiegers looked at Beichen from a distance, who was covered in blood and holding purple pupils, and did not dare to rush forward again.

A horse galloped up, and a general jumped off his horse.

"King Qin has an order, ordering you to immediately take the purple pupil down the mountain, otherwise we will set fire to the mountain."

……

With a sword in one hand and a weak purple pupil in the other, Beichen lowered his face to look at the pale woman in his arms.

"Hitomi-chan, are you terrible to death?"