Zhao Rong neighed under his crotch, frightened, and raised his front hooves. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In disbelief, he glanced down at the arrow on his chest, which was stained with blood. He couldn't hear his own heartbeat, only the sound of the wind on the side of the cliff, whistling in his ears.

Just like his life, the white horse passed through the gap and became a cloud of the past in front of his eyes.

The arrow was so powerful that the horse fell to the side under his crotch.

On the side of the mountain road, there are thousands of cliffs, and a man and a horse roll straight down, only to hear the heart-rending neighing of the horses echoing in the mountain stream.

The mist beneath the cliff was gone.

Yang Ziming watched quietly, and waited until the neighing of the horse could not be heard, and then repeated softly: "I'll let you go." ”

Who used to talk about wine, Taoyuan righteousness

Who is it, who has been born and died, sharing honor and disgrace.

Black Eagle didn't know if it was his own delusion, and felt that his master was a little sad.

The illusion was also vague, Yang Ziming looked in the direction of Pingcheng again, calm and calm: "It's time to go and do our business." ”

Heijo at night, the sunrise and sunset are very calm.

Under this calm, there is a suppressed and endless commotion.

An ironclad guard quietly entered the city at nightfall, and the guards guarding the city had serious faces and a tense atmosphere, but no one dared to step forward and ask the army entering the city.

They were dressed in black armor, their faces were awe-inspiring, and they rode horses and held swords, each like a sharp blade that had been sucked full of blood, ready to be unsheathed.

Not long after the black-armored guards entered the city, the bells and drums of the curfew and martial law sounded throughout the city.

The best inn in the city was brightly lit, surrounded by guards so that not even a fly could fly.

The commander of the Iron Guards dismounted, walked up the steps, and came to the room of Tianzi One, and took off his helmet.

Maple Scar knelt silently on one knee by the door, without saying a word, his face and clothes were stained with blood, and the black shadow fell on him, and he did not move.

The Commander looked down at him and cursed hatefully, "Useless thing. ”

Maple Scar's body trembled, and his head was very low.

Several trembling doctors knelt on the side, Qingyan turned his head, and his eyes lit up: "Shiziye." Her whole body was like being fished out of the water, and she was drenched in cold sweat, not only because the bone wound on her back made her unable to speak, but because she couldn't stop the bleeding.

Qiao Zheng took a few steps to the bed, and the scene in front of him made him tremble and almost fell to his knees.

An Ning lay on the bed quilt with a gossamer, the blood-soaked bloody clothes were cut and fell to the ground, the quilt and pillow were all blood-colored, along her wrists, to her fingers, a drop of blood fell, forming a pool of blood on the floor, slowly solidifying under the cold night.

An Ning's eyes were closed, and if it weren't for the slight movement in his chest, he would be no different from a dead man.

The originally hot blood slowly gushed out from the cracks in the cotton cloth and from Qingyan's fingers, no matter what medicine she put on, no matter how hard she tried to block it, she couldn't stop it.

What's more, His Highness's body is a little cold.

The big knife was smeared with poison.

"Dong Jingyi is already on the way." Qiao Zheng's tone was painful, almost choked, how could such a young child survive with so much blood.

Qingyan said in a low voice: "Your Highness can't hold half a pillar of incense for time." ”

――After half a pillar of incense, the gods are difficult to save.

Dong Jingyi was about to be killed by the horse, but he still threw the horsewhip. From Jiacheng to Pingcheng, two hundred miles of road, it also took several hours. The cold wind in the night was painful, and his hands were about to freeze.

Not fast enough.

Pingcheng was already in sight, and he was closely followed by several black-clothed people, pulling him back several times when he almost fell off the horse.

For the first time, he hated himself for not being good at riding.

The gates of Pingcheng have been opened, and it can be seen that the knights in armor holding fire are waiting in front of the city, illuminating the way ahead for him from afar.

Tranquility, you must live, you must live.

"Brush—" He was suddenly lifted open by a strong force, and fell off his horse, and the medicine chest rolled off him.

A puff of arrow feathers plunged into the horse's belly.

The black-clothed men who protected Dong Jingyi dismounted one after another, and immediately surrounded him and lowered his body. Dong Jingyi's buttocks hurt and was pressed to the ground, only to hear someone crying in low pain, and someone falling to the ground quietly.

After a while, someone pressed on him, and hot liquid flowed down.

A silent massacre.

He gasped deeply until the corpse on his body was removed, and a group of men in black approached in front of him.

Yang Ziming lifted the mask on his head, his face was pale in the night, his eyes were tired, and he still showed a relaxed and relieved smile: "I finally found you." ”

Dong Jingyi got up and punched him.

Yang Ziming took a step back lightly, Dong Jingyi fell to the ground with a plop in the air, Yang Ziming frowned: "What are you crazy about." ”

Dong Jingyi knelt on the ground and gasped deeply, reached out to quickly pack up the things that rolled down in the medicine box, got up and walked in the direction of Pingcheng.

Yang Ziming stepped forward and grabbed him: "I've been looking for you for several days, you have to go back to Jindu with me......" Before he finished speaking, Dong Jingyi had already shaken off his hand. Yang Ziming looked at the empty palm with some confusion, and the black eagle had already stepped forward and grabbed Dong Jingyi tightly.

The Black Eagle's strength was extremely strong, and he was on guard, and Dong Jingyi couldn't move when he jumped to his feet.

"You let me go, I have to save people." Dong Jingyi was extremely angry, but calmed down: "I will go back to Jindu with you after I save people." ”

Yang Ziming raised his eyebrows: "Who are you going to save?" His gaze slowly swept over the corpse of the man in black on the ground: "Princess Anning? ”

Dong Jingyi turned his head and looked at him fiercely: "Ziming, I did everything you wanted me to do, what else do you want?" ”

Yang Ziming suddenly stepped forward and clasped his chin, and asked sarcastically: "But after a few months of leaving, you were fascinated by a woman?" He was rarely angry, but now he was like Shura, and his voice was so fierce that it made people shudder.

"Dong Jingyi, don't forget, why did you come to Jindu in the first place."

He let go of his hand, Dong Jingyi was frightened by this huge momentum, and the whole person was already sitting on the ground.

"Do you think your Princess Anning is clean?" Yang Ziming gently lowered his voice: "Tang Mei's body is poisonous, and now the life and death of the baby in her womb are uncertain, it is her handiwork." ”

Dong Jingyi raised his head suddenly, his eyes a little surprised: "She won't." Yang Ziming sighed softly, Dong Jingyi was born with a tendon, if he likes it, if he doesn't like it, if he doesn't like it, how can he beat him, how can he beat Yang Xi.

"You like poisoning, detoxification, once made a kind of poison called 'Drunken Huayin', that kind of poison penetrates deep into the bone marrow, bites the muscles and bones, makes people feel pain, almost wants to commit suicide, but there are no other diseases." Dong Jingyi's face pale slightly, Yang Ziming lowered his head and asked in his ear:

"I just want to ask you, have you ever shown Princess An Ning this kind of poison in the past few months you have been with her?"