The cavalry slowly retreated like a tide, General Abu let go of the cavalry he was holding, Su He smiled, pulled the horse rope and turned away, and slowly disappeared into the vast fog on the horizon. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

An Ning knelt on the ground, her clothes were soaked with ice, she was cold and painful, and she was exhausted from running for her life, and she fainted on the ground.

Abu stepped forward and just wanted to pick her up, when suddenly there was a chill in front of him, and a long sword was inserted horizontally, blocking his way with fierce killing intent.

Dark hair, blood pupils, red clothes, cold sword.

A red-clothed sword-wielding boy.

Like the only bright red in the white world.

His face was indifferent, he held the sword in his hand, and slowly slashed across the ground, but the sword in his hand was like an internal force, and the snow fell on the sword, instantly turning into water and flowing down the blade.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and suddenly a gust of wind blew the fluttering snow.

The young man in red moved with the wind and rushed towards General Bu, General Bu raised his big knife, but felt a cold wind blowing in his face, a flower in front of him, and a sharp pain in his chest, he was slapped on the chest with a palm, and he took three steps back, and the long sword slashed his arm, leaving a long gap.

This sword is more vicious than An Ning's attack.

The boy crossed over sideways and said angrily, "You shouldn't have brought her here." ”

One hit is sure to hit, but it stops instantly.

By the time Abu reacted, the soldiers behind him had all fallen from their horses, each holding their arms and screaming in pain, and almost all of the horses' legs had been cut off.

A horse neighed, and the young man in red held An Ning in his arms, jumped on the only remaining horse, and rode away.

General Bu chased after him for a few steps, but the horse became farther and farther away, disappearing into the vast sky, unable to catch up at all.

He lifted his arm, the scar bleeding profusely, the edges as if they had been burned by flames, and the pain was unbearable.

He looked up—who was the boy in red?

What is the real purpose of their coming to Beirong?

Maple rode along the glacier with Tranquility, unbuttoning his robe and wrapping her in the cold.

An Ning shrank in his arms, half of his face was stained with blood, opened his eyes and glanced at him, as if he was sure who it was, then closed his eyes in pain, and his voice was crying: "Maple marks, I ...... hurt"

Maple reined in his horse, and the horse stopped with a long roar, his fingers almost clenching his palms—he had met the soldiers and horses of the fourth prince on the way, and had met them in battle, and was pursued by them, so he was only a quarter of an hour late.

In just a quarter of an hour, she fell into the place of life and death several times.

He seemed to have returned to the day when Anning was struggling on the brink of life and death, and he watched her being split with a big knife but could not do anything.

He's always late.

An Ning frowned and endured the pain, closed her eyes and cried, "Is my face ruined?" Feng Zhen hugged her and got off the horse, and comforted her in a low voice: "It's okay, Qingyan has a lot of medicine, and it won't leave a scar." ”

He came to the river with An Ning in his arms and whispered, "You bear with it." ”

He smashed the ice with his sword, took out the clean ice, dissolved it with internal force, and took out the clean cotton cloth he had with him and dipped it in water to help An Ning clean his wounds and eyes.

An Ning's face turned pale in pain, turned his face sideways, and still gritted his teeth without saying a word, the ice water flowed through his eyes, and the vision in front of him slowly became clear.

The water rinsed the blood, and a pool of blood dripped on the ground.

After cleaning the wound, Maple took out the medicine bottle and sprinkled the powder on the wound. An Ning gasped, tears immediately welled up again, and her lips were bitten.

Maple Scar's eyes were calm, and he moved quickly, and took out a dry cotton cloth to bandage the wound, because it was too close to the eye, and An Ning's right eye was also wrapped.

An Ning's hand gripped Feng Zhen's arm tightly, almost pinching into his flesh, and he soon fainted in pain.

Maple Scar frowned, An Ning was seriously injured, it was cold and snowy here, if she didn't find a warm place to rest, she would die of pain. In addition, it has attracted the attention of the four princes, and it is inevitable that they will focus on An Ning, surrounded by a desert that they are not familiar with, and if one carelessly walks around, he may run into each other again.

And the Beirong generals have already doubted An Ning, and they are no longer suitable to return to the barracks.

One thing after another, it needs to be decided immediately.

Maple Mark meticulously bandaged the wound, and suddenly there was a sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and Maple Mark immediately picked up the sword vigilantly and protected An Ning in his arms.

After a while, among the fluttering snowflakes, Yang Zheming came with a team of five or six people, and Black Eagle followed closely behind.

When they came to the empty river, Yang Zheming's eyes swept over the blood on the ground, and his hand holding the reins of the horse tightened slightly.

Black Hawk stepped forward to investigate, and when he came back, he said, "It was Maple Scar who took the princess." ”

Yang Zheming sat on the horse, and there was a stiff coldness in his voice: "Find him." ”

As soon as the words fell, the man in black behind him rode out and chased in the direction where Maple Mark had left.

Black Eagle said to Yang Zheming: "Lord Shizi, will General Bu be suspicious of us? ”

Yang Zheming's expression was indifferent: "Let the golden finch convince him." He didn't have time to adjust the layout, the fourth prince appeared too early, and An Ning had even caught his attention.

Once the waters of Beirong are muddyed by them, no one can stay away.

Even the most trusted general of the King of Beirong had to make a choice, choosing whether his queen's aunt was still a real powerhouse.

An Ning gradually came to her senses on the galloping horse, she was wrapped in her robe, and asked softly, "Maple Marks, where are you taking me?" "Surrounded by uninhabited grasslands, it was almost dark.

There was a firmness between Feng Zhen's eyebrows, and he lowered his voice: "I will send His Highness back to Daliang." ”

An Ning struggled for a moment: "I can't go back." Seeing that Maple Marks did not move, she raised her voice and shouted, "I order you to stop." ”

Maple Scar stopped the horse, but his body still revealed a stubbornness, An Ning straightened up, looked up at Maple Scar, and said in an indifferent voice: "Let's go back." "She can't go back to Daliang, she has already seen the fourth prince with her own eyes, she is so close to the enemy, it is impossible to go back without doing anything.

Fengji's expression was serious: "Your Highness, I will personally help you kill the fourth prince of Beirong, but now I have to send you back." "She was almost walking on thin ice at every step of the way, and every day was terrifying, and he didn't know when he would lose her.

An Ning shook her head: "You don't understand, Maple Scar. Her face was pale due to blood loss, her pupils were a little dilated, and her voice was very low: "Even if you help me kill the fourth prince, Beirong still exists, and the king of Beirong has many sons, and there are many people like General Bu." ”

There was a shallow sadness and firmness in her eyes: "Not just a fourth prince, not just a king of Beirong, what I want is the destruction of the entire Beirong imperial court." ”