"I don't want to lose you for the rest of my life...... the emperor's eyes were dazed, bloody, and only Fuxiu's words echoed in his ears, as if he saw Fuxiu's sad and sad expression, and finally stretched out his hand, and then was pulled hard, and he was already lying on the horse's back. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The horses were jolting up and down, and they didn't know how to walk on the rough ground. The emperor easily struggled to sit upright, touched the flexible and slender waist in front of him, and breathed a sigh of relief.

And Fuxiu also seemed to breathe, turned his head sideways, and comforted the emperor with a gentle voice that had never been before: "Ah Zheng! Ah Zheng! You've got to hold on, we'll be able to get out soon! ”

Then, her body tensed again. The Emperor could sense that she was now fighting the enemy with two swords in her hands, and the Emperor also held the matching sword in her hand, tried to stabilize her mind, forcibly suppressed the bone-crushing pain caused by the poisoning, and helped her fight all the way behind her.

The smell of blood lingered everywhere, and the burning pain in his back and chest gradually became numb, only bursts of warmth rose and slid down, cooled, and almost frozen into an icy condensation in the biting cold wind.

Finally, there was no more hand-to-hand combat from the enemy, only a few long arrows flew in occasionally. The Emperor no longer had the strength to look closely, and with his instinctive swing of the sword, he shot down two, and several more flew past their ears, and finally did not hurt them again.

By the time we finally stopped hearing the sound of horses' hooves or human voices, it was already completely dark.

The Emperor slowly put the matching sword into the scabbard, and with the last of his consciousness he hugged Fuxiu's body.

He was wounded, not lightly, and poisoned, and all Fuxiu pressed him tightly against his back. The emperor understood in a trance, smiled slightly, sniffed Fuxiu's hairline, a faint fragrance, with dust and a slightly salty smell of blood. He couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Fuxiu, it's time to wash your hair." ”

Fuxiu's body stiffened.

The Emperor was immediately annoyed, what was he talking about?

He quietly let go of the waist that was tightly clasped to Fuxiu, but he felt that his body was in a state of weightlessness, and he was top-heavy from the galloping horse.

"Ah Zheng!" Fuxiu was screaming, but it seemed farther and farther away because of the inertia of the horse.

If he had not been stabbed to death by the enemy, but had fallen from his horse and died. Then, he must not be blind.

Forschel restrained his horse, and when he came back to lift the emperor up, he found that he still had an arrow stuck in his back, and black blood was oozing from time to time from the arrow, and it was evident that he had been poisoned, and it was quite poisoned.

She had seen her opponent pierce the emperor's chest with a spearhead, but in the end, she shot in time, even if she hurt her muscles and bones, she should not have damaged her internal organs. Who knew that he still had a long arrow deep into the flesh on his back, and it had been poisoned to the core.

Fuxiu held the handle of the arrow, his fingers trembling and trembling in the dim starlight, and he didn't dare to fight. Fu Xiu is not because she is afraid, but she has never pulled out an arrow for anyone, if she pulls it out like this, with the emperor's current injury and poisoning situation, she will not be able to come up in one breath, and it is likely that she will die forever.

No one smiled at her lazily anymore, no one guarded her and comforted her when she was sad, no one guarded her and his presence again, no one was bored with her hair under such a serious injury......

"Ah Zheng, Ah Zheng ......" Fuxiu almost burst into tears, but finally he didn't dare to pull him out, only tried to support him, step by step, and moved to the relatively hidden dense forest at the foot of the mountain. Visually inspecting the whereabouts of the Qing Empire's pursuers, no one was seen chasing in this direction. It was expected that the remnants of the hundreds of cavalry would scatter in all directions, and they should not be able to find them all after nightfall. What's more, what they were looking for was only the emperor, and at this time they found that there was no emperor among the scattered soldiers, so they must have guessed that they would be in the plan, and the biggest possibility was that they had already reversed the direction and went in the opposite direction to the hidden mountains and forests of Fuxiu.

After such a long delay, the result that Jun Mochu expected did not appear, but worse. After all, he will only talk on paper, without any actual combat experience, and he has no perfect preparation, but in this situation, how can Jun Mochu want to see it?

The emperor was not safe.

Jun Mochu was still a bad move after all, even if it was a bad move, but Jun Mochu really used his life and blood to protect the emperor's safety. Even though the emperor is seriously injured now, the situation in front of him does not mean that Jun Mochu wants to see it.

Even if he escorted the emperor away with the mentality of being able to escape, but he was ambushed by the Qing Empire in advance, there were probably not many people who could escape with their lives, could it really be as Jun Mochu said in advance, could this group of soldiers and horses get to Anyang safely?

Fuxiu admits that his wisdom is indeed inferior to Jun Mochu, and it is indeed inferior to Jun Mochu.

When she saw that the emperor sent people to intercept the dense forest pass, she expected that the emperor would definitely retreat first when he couldn't intercept it. With his horses and so many guards and soldiers, it shouldn't be much of a problem, so he was relieved to take the Zhuge Repeater that he had taken away in advance.

Who knows, the emperor and Jun Mochu finally chose to step forward and block the enemy army by themselves, and then retreated with the surviving soldiers.

"Ah Zheng, you are a fool, an absolute fool!" Fuxiu muttered, carefully helped him to lie on top of the felt, trying to recall the first aid method that Ming Xi taught him before leaving, picked up some dead branches everywhere, lit a fire, took out the wound medicine that Siya gave her very early, tore open his placket, sucked out the poisonous blood with his mouth, first carefully bandaged the wound in front of him, and then gently called: "Ah Zheng! Ah Zheng! ”

The emperor replied in a low voice, and even whispered softly, "Fu Xiu......"

Fuxiu took a piece of dry food that was slightly hot, and said softly: "Ah Zheng! I'm going to pull out the poison arrow from your back, and you eat a little to recover some of your vitality first. ”

Although the emperor was weak, he was also very aware of his current injury, and responded obediently.

Fuxiu hugged the emperor, leaned on a large tree and sat up on the felt, broke the dry food into small pieces, and brought them to the emperor's mouth. The emperor trembled his mouth and slipped the crumbs under his tongue, but closed his eyes tightly and did not chew or swallow.

Fuxiu knew that he was too seriously injured now, and if it weren't for decades of martial arts practice, he would have already gone. It would be too difficult for him to eat these dry foods that are usually difficult to swallow at this moment. But though she carried a lot of things on her horse, she didn't have any utensils like bowls or spoons, or she could have fed him with blisters. (To be continued.) )