An Ning couldn't help but stand up in the applause and looked into the field. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe two teams have been entangled, the red ball was passed under the horse's hooves, blocked, someone leaned down and hit the ball out of the dense scramble, one person immediately caught the ball outside the field, and the lower end of the crescent-shaped bow staff buckled the ball towards the goal.

It's Qiao Mobai!

He held the ball alone, evaded the interception of several people, came to the goal, raised his hand, waved his arm, and in one go, the red ball was hit into the net like a lightning bolt.

There were loud cheers on the field, Qiao Ying couldn't sit still with excitement, and kept shaking An Ning, "Look, it's my brother, it's my brother." ”

The prince laughed and patted Qiao Mobai, who came back from slapping the horse, Yang Bin shook his head with a smile, and shouted: "Come again!"

The next game entered a white-hot state, and the players showed their superb riding skills on the horses, and the colorful tricks when controlling the ball, which caused bursts of applause in the stands.

Miss Wang and Miss Gu sat together, their eyes closely following the people in the field, and she didn't know whether she was looking at the people in the field or His Royal Highness the Prince.

Almost half of the young ladies of the family were fixed on the crown prince - whenever he rode his horse, hit the ball, and smiled wantonly, there were exclamations and cheers around him.

- The prince of the country, the proud son of the sky, but he has an unknown tenderness for her.

Miss Liu grabbed her hand and shouted, "Look, look, the prince has scored!" ”

Prince Yang Yu just scored a goal, reined in the horse, swept his eyes sideways over the stands, and took the kettle handed to him by others to drink. His sideburns were sweaty, and he shook his head, reflecting a little light in the sunlight, revealing a graceful and comfortable posture.

Wang Wen's ears were the screams and admiration of the ladies in surprise, and she unconsciously smiled, as if she could feel the prince's gaze fall on her.

The crown prince Yang Yu returned to the field, looked at the tranquility on the high platform, waved and smiled at her vigorously, and looked a little proud. An Ning smiled and applauded, and the palace maids around her let out irrepressible admiration.

Qiao Ying smiled and shouted in An Ning's ear: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince really spoils you." ”

An Ning pursed her lips and smiled, this was a rare day in her lifelong memories that made her feel happy.

Every day in her later life, she remembers that day vividly, the young man smiling wantonly in the sun, the girls in the stands dressed like clouds, she remembers them laughing and cheering, and the air boiled as if it was about to burn her heart.

All the happiness that followed was overshadowed by this day.

And this day has become a day that Tranquility will never forget,

On this day, every day of her subsequent life was dyed gray and white, as if all the joy and happiness were slowly burned into ashes in the gray.

-- The change happened at a moment that no one expected.

Amid everyone's cheers, a bamboo-colored figure suddenly jumped into the arena from the stands, running towards His Royal Highness the Crown Prince like a wind. An Ning's eyes shrank - that was Zhu Yi, the prince's secret guard.

Why did Zhuyi go in?

An Ning's throat stuck, and before she could speak, Maple Scar instantly came to her side, and her tone was anxious: "There is a ...... in the field"

Assassin.

In the field, Yang Yu had not yet reacted to his secret guard running towards him, and was running towards the goal with the ball on his horse, only to hear the whistling of the wind in his ears and the chase of the horse's hooves.

So the oncoming silver light of a sharp blade caught him off guard.

"Your Highness!" There was a loud shout in the cheers, and Yang Yu was suddenly pushed away by a person behind him, his balance was unstable, and he fell to the ground. The crowd in the stands finally realized that something was wrong, and the cheers were chaotic, and some people were screaming.

Yang Yu was slammed to the ground, covered in mud, and Yang Bin, who was staggered by, saw the silver light flashing, and immediately shouted: "There are assassins!" ”

Qiao Mobai, who had been following behind Yang Yu, met the knife and raised the bow staff in his hand to hit it. I didn't want that person to be skilled in martial arts, so he let go of the reins of the horse, blocked the bow staff with one hand, and sent the blade forward.

An Ning stood far, far away, as if he saw a puddle of blood, raised in the air.

Then there were countless screams, chaotic footsteps, shouting of assassins, and the sound of the Praetorian armor clashing, from far and near, and slowly away.

An Ning saw that everyone was running towards Yang Yu, Yang Yu was also surrounded in the center, and Yang Bin and Yang Feng rushed to the prince's side.

She couldn't see what was going on.

She took a step forward, almost stepping off the high platform, but Maple Scar grabbed her, "Your Highness, be careful. ”

"Call the Imperial Doctor!" Suddenly, someone anxiously shouted, "Call the Imperial Doctor!" "The voice is separated by a sea of people, and it is not clear whose voice it is. Someone quickly rushed to the sidelines to find the doctor.

An Ning's legs were weak and he could barely stand.

- Don't.

Don't be them, don't be any of them.

Pray to Heaven.

"Take me down." An Ning grabbed Feng Zhen's arm, and her voice was almost as difficult as being squeezed out of her breath: "Take me over." ”

Feng Scar picked up An Ning and jumped off the high platform, heading towards the crowd in the field.

Pushing aside the crowd, An Ning saw Yang Bin, Yang Yu, Yang Feng, and others, and then she saw blood.

Blood poured from under their feet.

Qiao Mobai was lying in Yang Yu's arms, Yang Yu covered his neck, and blood seeped out from his fingers little by little.

The blood flowed like an infusion, half of Qiao Mo's white body was soaked in blood, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes had gradually dissipated.

Zhu Yi stood beside the prince with his sword, and the sword in his hand was stained with blood and pierced the murderer's throat.

The corpse of the assassin holding the dagger, lying not far away, was a handsome and harmless young man from a family with an ancient wolf head engraved on the dagger in his hand.

- The Beijon Assassins.

An Ning knelt beside Qiao Mobai and asked in a low voice, "What about the imperial doctor...... Why hasn't the Imperial Doctor come yet...... Quickly call Dong Jingyi over. She felt like the blood was flowing backwards all over her body, cold, without a trace of heat.

The tears are almost unstoppable.

Qiao Mobai's hand tightly grasped the prince's arm, blood spread out of his mouth, making him speechless at all, a handsome face, as if he was tormented by pain and frowning, and as if he was about to leave them.

"The Imperial Doctor is here! The Imperial Doctor is here! Someone outside the stadium suddenly shouted.

An Ning looked back and looked out, but Qiao Mobai's hand slowly slipped down, and in the eyes of everyone, those hands fell heavily on An Ning's hand.

An Ning's body trembled slightly, and she didn't dare to look back, her hands were leaning on her palms, wet, as if there was blood.

She didn't look back, tears had already fallen—as far as the eye could see, there was Dong Jingyi who was running, and Qiao Ying who was standing on the high platform.

Qiao Ying stood on the high platform, covering her mouth tightly, her eyes filled with tears, and the wind lifted her dress like a butterfly about to fly away. (To be continued.) )