"Why does the Lord have to look for her?" Ninety thousand questions.

They stood on the hill, the treetops rustling. Ninety thousand held the reins, and the jade-topped black horse steadily carried Yuan Lingjun.

yes, why did she have to do that? Yuan Lingjun himself couldn't figure it out. She looked up at the sky, the clouds flowed on the top of the mountain, and the birds jumped and flew in the clouds. Her unintentional glimpse from the castle tower was a dream after all, and even so, she went out of the city to try her luck.

"As you asked, why do I have to look for her, but I don't really understand." She leaned over slightly, her hand stroking her horse's mane. Her hair fell down and hung down over her shoulders, lining her ears with crystal clear.

Jiuwan looked at her, her face was hidden in a huge shadow, and it looked very unreal.

Yuan Lingjun laughed: "I have traveled many places, heard many strange people and strange things, the story of holding the fan is not new, but there seems to be a magical power in the underworld, it is guiding me, let me explore, I have to know the ending." I had only met her a few times, but I felt inexplicably cordial. ”

"Can the Lord tell me the story and the relationship with you?"

"Ahh Yuan Lingjun ignored Jiuwan's question, "That's just something I overheard. ”

The horses began to walk slowly down the hill. Ninety thousand said: "This place is slightly steep, and the lord holds the saddle steady." ”

The trail was covered with weeds without horseshoe, and the branches of the trees sprouted new buds.

Leaving the hill, they stopped at a creek. Few people should have come here, and if you don't pay attention, you won't notice that there is a stream in the shade of green trees.

"Lord, don't wander around." Ninety thousand took the horse to a stepping stone and made it drink. He also turned his head from time to time to see if Yuan Lingjun was still there.

"How about taking off the saddle, it's so tired, we're not in a hurry to get back to the city. You see, the big boulders under your feet are just drying. Yuan Lingjun pointed to the stone. If she wants to go to the front, 90,000 will definitely block her.

Ninety thousand noncommittal. It was too chaotic outside the city to take off the saddle.

Yuan Lingjun flicked his sleeves and looked around absentmindedly. As she walked, she curiously observed the scenery on either side.

A faint light poured from the sparse foliage above her head, and the dappled spots of light fell on her forehead and arms, flowing briskly under her feet, the light getting smaller and smaller, and the scenery getting darker and darker.

She suddenly realized that she had walked far away, and she couldn't see Jiuwan and the jade-topped black horse, and the road behind her was criss-crossed, and there was no end in sight. She couldn't remember how to get back.

"Ah, I'm lost." Yuan Lingjun opened his mouth wide, incredulous, and a little flustered. Kuwanyan's face appeared in front of him.

She simply sat under the tree. flattened his mouth, and thought indifferently: It's better to wait for 90,000 to find her here, if you can't wait and then continue to move forward, maybe there is a way out ahead.

After resting for a while, no one came, Yuan Lingjun was impatient, she stood up, patted the grass clippings on her clothes, and strode forward.

The light dimmed, and only occasionally a beam came out. She walked to the densest woods, and only three or two birdsongs could be heard in the silence around her, and the eerie scene was eerie.

Yuan Lingjun's feet were suddenly tripped up, and he was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat. She breathed a sigh of relief, frowned suspiciously, bent down, broke the knee-deep weeds to either side, and pulled out a slender stick.

A bamboo arrow, about two feet long.

Yuan Lingjun looked ahead, and the cry of the old eagle came from the depths of the dark woods, and the grass not far away made a strange rustle, even mixed with whimpering. She subconsciously retracted her neck, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

The arrows shone with a faint cold light. She clenched the bamboo arrow and moved forward, her palms hot and wet, rubbing the body of the arrow restlessly. Heavy gasps were getting closer and closer to her.

A black head was exposed from behind the tree, and one shoulder was shaking incessantly.

Yuan Lingjun looked at the head, breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted, "Come out." She stood still and didn't step forward.

The man behind the tree finally came out, revealing a miserable face. Both were shocked.

"Why don't you stay in the city and do what you want to do here, do you want to die?" Yuan Lingjun stared at Yin Tong deadly, and his pink cheeks instantly flushed.

"His Royal Highness King Changshan......" Yin Tong, wrapped in a gorgeous costume, trembled all over, his eyes kept glancing around, and his whole face was wet like sweat raining, "Help, save me, someone killed me." ”

His tone was panicked and almost desperate, and his eyes shone with fear. It's not like it's pretended.

"What are you talking about? Who is going to kill you. ”

"Here they are, in ...... Yes, there is. ”

"Yin Tong." Yuan Lingjun took a step forward.

Yin Tong was shocked when he saw the arrow in her hand, and fell to the ground when he shrank back.

"Arrows, three-winged clusters, bamboo arrows made in Changshan, you killed me, it was you who instigated ......"

Yuan Lingjun glanced at the cluster of arrows, there is no doubt that it is three wings, but it is far-fetched to say that it is the internal system of Changshan. It is not only Changshan that can use three wings of the vassal states. "If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't blame me for being polite. Make your words clear, or I won't give up. Yuan Lingjun gritted his teeth and forcibly pressed the feelings. The part of the finger holding the bamboo stick is deformed.

"It was my fault that I humiliated His Highness, why didn't Your Highness let me live......" Yin Tong burst into tears and ran forward in a panic. The former invincible prince of Hailing has fled without regard for dignity and decency.

Yuan Lingjun chased after him. She chased closely, and Yin Tong ran faster.

When they reached a clearing, they both stopped running, and in front of them was a forest of bushes, and they had to find their way out unless they passed through the thorns.

"Dare to run." Yuan Lingjun held his abdomen and gasped lightly for a while, and walked towards him hatefully. Yin Tong glared in horror.

When she was about to catch him, the wind behind her suddenly tightened, and neither of them had time to react.

The arrow pierced through the body, and crimson blood spurted out. The heavens and the earth swirled, and one man fell.

Arrows came from behind, but the person who shot them was nowhere to be found.

Yuan Lingjun's mouth twitched, and he squatted down and grabbed Yin Tong's robe sleeve and shook it: "Yin Tong, Yin Tong......" The tail of the arrow was still trembling lightly in the air.

"Uh......" Yin Tong trembled his hands, accurately and forcefully grabbed the tassel tassel swaying on her chest, opened his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was purple and hideous, a symptom of poisoning.

"Let it go." Yuan Lingjun broke his hand and did not move. She already had a keen sense that many people were rushing towards her. She was in a hurry, and it was probably a trap.

Yin Tong struggled a few times and swallowed. Yuan Lingjun also pulled out the tassel and ran back.

After a while, the shouts of Yin Tong's entourage came from behind him, and the voice was terrible, which went straight to the bottom of his heart.

She finally saw ninety thousand. He was looking around for her in a hurry.

"Quick, back to the city." Before he had time to explain to him, Yuan Lingjun climbed onto the black horse and ordered him to ride with him.

The two returned to the city and dismounted in front of the official office, but they did not see the county guard, and the master and servant searched along the long street.

Thinking of the three-winged bamboo arrow, Yuan Lingjun suddenly stopped, holding the tassel with an ugly face. Kingfisher feathers are missing.

Her chest throbbed, and cold sweat was oozing from her palms.

"Ninety thousand, I was calculated."

Both turned their heads to look behind them at the same time.

At the end of the long street, Yang Zhai Hao and his group walked menacingly.