Bei Yiyu drank all the wine in the cup, walked quickly to the stream, turned over and got on the horse. He was a little impatient, he couldn't wait to go to the clearing to have a look, and he couldn't wait for a moment.

The slender hand quickly grabbed the reins, the horse chirped, and the front hooves rose into the air, almost throwing him off, he stared at Yuan Hongyi who was holding the horse angrily, and said hatefully: "What are you doing here?" ”

Yuan Hongyi stretched out his index finger and shook it, looking at the person on the horse from top to bottom.

"It's not right for you to show up like this."

Yuan Hongyi, who was dressed in a Praetorian Guard uniform, turned around and walked back to the bluestone with the wine vessel, picked up a thin sword leaning against the stone and threw it to Bei Yiyu, who was a little inexplicable.

"If you don't get hurt and go back, how can you say the word 'attacked', and I'm even more sorry for this killer." He hooked the flask with one finger and took a sip to himself, some charming movements with a beautiful face, it was really fragrant.

"What's more, your father was already wary of you, and if you go back unscathed, won't you become the object of suspicion?"

The thin sword was unsheathed, and he picked up the sword body that shone with cold light, Bei Yiyu did not hesitate at all, and stabbed him fiercely in his left arm, and then cut his clothes and rubbed all the dirt on it.

When it was only when he was ready, he returned to his horse and ran in the direction of the open space of the big tent.

A group of royal soldiers and horses, who were already stationed at the foot of the mountain, had long seen the smoke rising from the mountain, and because there was no will, the young commander who led the team did not dare to act rashly. He knew the seven guards beside Yuan Hongxuan, and he also held the token of the far king, so he didn't dare to delay for a moment, hurriedly gathered the team, and hurried to the mountain to rescue the driver.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the raging fire had turned into a sparse flame, and several large tents seemed to burn to the ground, leaving only the residue, and the shape became more and more severe.

The killers are still pressing step by step, the circle around Bei'anhuang and the others is getting smaller and smaller, there are more and more casualties, and most of the people who are still fighting with the man in black are barely supporting, and Zhen Yuqian and Yuan Hongxuan, who are protecting Miao Zhi, are also hanging a lot of colors, gritting their teeth and desperately supporting them.

Miao Zhi wiped her face, her hair was a little messy like everyone else, her face was full of sweat and ashes, the corners of her skirt were also dotted with black stains, and the handkerchief in her hand had become a crumpled ball.

Is it really going to die here? I have just made up my mind to live a good life here, and I am going to die here before I have time to carry out my ambitions?

"Father, father, son-in-law is back, father."

When I looked closely, it was Bei Yiyu who had just come to attack him, his hair was messy, there were a few blood marks on his face, and the silver flag suit was also dirty and torn, and the wolf was unbearable. He grasped the reins with only his right hand, his left arm drooping, and his shoulders were red.

Bei Yiyu shouted and watched with wide eyes, but the next second he was greatly disappointed, although many people in the open space had died, but none of the people he wanted to die died.

He clenched his silver teeth, and he couldn't wait to rush forward at this moment and send all those people who were in the way of the eyes to report to the king of Hades, and now he could only act.

Bei Anhuang's clothes were disheveled, the crown of golden hair on his head was a little crooked, and a pair of sharp black eyes looked at Bei Yiyu who jumped off the horse and immediately joined the fight, thoughtfully.

"Everyone hold on, the soldiers and horses under the mountain will arrive soon." Bei Yiyao only glanced at his eldest brother, and then shouted loudly to everyone behind him.

Miao Zhi frowned slightly, there were not many people around, and she could see Bei'an Huang on her side, and she could see the expressions of several people in her eyes, but at the moment of life and death, who could care about what to think about, just hoping that the reinforcements would come soon.

The emperor lived up to his wishes, and the reinforcements from the stars and the moon finally appeared at a critical juncture. The tide of soldiers and horses finally relieved everyone, and now it was the turn of the man in black to fight to the death.

"The last general is too late to save the car, and I hope the emperor will forgive the sins." After all the black-clothed people were rectified, the young commander knelt down hurriedly towards Bei'an Huang.

"Get up, you have a meritorious service." Bei Anhuang was very tired, and let Bei Yiyao beside him carry him.

"Let's drive back to the palace, I'll leave it to you here, and let me take a closer look at who these killers are."

"Yes, the last will obey."

But just as everyone turned around, not far away, a man in black who had already become a dead corpse supported his arm with his last breath and shot a sleeve arrow in his hand straight towards Bei'anhuang.

"Your Majesty, be careful." When everyone turned their heads in confusion, they only saw a cold sleeve arrow stuck in Shen Yuqian's chest.

"Big brother, are you okay?" Miao Zhi's voice trembled, faintly crying.

"Someone, give it to me." Before the words in Bei Anhuang's mouth landed, he saw that Bei Yiyu had already pulled out a thin sword from the chest of the man in black.

"It's up to you to see if you die this time."

Bei Anhuang led the concubines to the sedan chair back to the palace, handed over everything to Bei Yiyuan, and patted the prince on the shoulder heavily as he left.

It was night, the "Jingzhu Garden" where Shen Yuqian lived was brightly lit, and the maids and maids were in and out, busy. Shen Fengyi, who had a straight face, sat on the Taishi chair in the main hall, his brows furrowed.

Ling Shuirong beside him was in a trance, as if his mind was not here.

Another basin of blood came out. After returning from the hunting ground, Miao Zhi didn't have time to change out of her dirty clothes, and stayed by Shen Yuqian's side.

On the bed, Zhen Yuqian's face was pale and unconscious, he kept babbling with a high fever, a short black arrow on his right chest was still standing dazzlingly, and the clothes around the wound were all black blood stains.

Miao Zhi wet and wrung out the handkerchief in her hand from time to time, and changed the handkerchief on Shen Yuqian's forehead back and forth.

Not far from the bed, two imperial doctors with goatees were preparing tools to draw arrows, they quietly discussed a few words, and asked someone to give the decoction that had been fried earlier to Shen Yuqian, and then they lifted their sleeves and began to draw arrows.

Miao Zhi retreated back, sweat stuck her hair on her face, she couldn't even bother to tidy it up, and her crying and swollen eyes were like two hickory nuts.

Big brother, you must not have anything, you must not, Miao Zhi read silently in her heart.

She has never been so frightened and scared when she is in danger on the mountain today, and the bits and pieces with her eldest brother drown her like a tide.

A few more basins of blood and water were brought out, and the two goatee imperial doctors finally pulled out the jet-black sleeve arrow on Shen Yuqian's chest, and the maid hurriedly handed over the handkerchief to wipe the sweat.

They took turns to give Shen Yuqian a pulse, and they all shook their heads, got up and walked out of the cabinet.

Miao Zhi threw herself in front of the bed and looked at Shen Yuqian, who was still unconscious. Although he drank the decoction and pulled out the arrow, his lips were still a little purple.