"Don't think! Even if this king risked his life, he wouldn't let you take Ran'er away! Song Mohan's tone was firm, protecting An Yiran step by step, nervously guarding against the masked man who was approaching step by step.

An Yiran was instantly moved by Song Mohan's words, as if bathed in the warm spring sun, her eyes flashed with slight tears, and she stared at Song Mohan with a complicated mood.

At this moment, she felt that her heart was not wrong.

A big man, he can say such words at such a dangerous moment, it shows that he has her in his heart.

At this moment, she seemed to be less afraid, and gradually calmed down, and then remembered that she had self-defense witchcraft.

But her mother had told her that she should not expose her witchcraft until she had to, otherwise she would be killed.

At the moment, she can't take care of so much, she just wants to live well with Song Mohan.

In the moment of her hesitation, before she could recite the incantation, a group of masked men raised their swords and swung them swiftly towards them, disturbing her mind and preventing her from reciting the incantation.

When the masked men swarmed up, Song Mohan quickly raised his foot and kicked towards them who were approaching, tightly protecting An Yiran from their attacks, and then snatched the long sword of one of the masked men who was kicked down by him, and neatly swung his sword to confront this group of thieves.

While fighting, he also had to protect An Yiran, with his strong martial arts, one to ten, the sword light thunderbolt slashed straight at the other party, and the cold light flashed between the swords and swords, making a gurgling sound.

There was a strong sense of murder in the air, and the mixture of indifference and melancholy was terrifying.

However, just as Song Mohan was busy fighting against several of the masked men, another masked man took advantage of the chaos and raised the long sword in his hand and swung it directly towards An Yiran.

An Yiran saw the danger approaching, she was so frightened that she didn't know what to do, she couldn't escape the encirclement of the fight, she could only watch the sharp sword edge gradually approach, she subconsciously wanted to scream, but she couldn't scream anyway.

Just as the sword fell, Song Mohan left behind the masked man who was fighting, and quickly blocked in front of An Yiran, the sword blade slashed fiercely on his arm, and with a "hiss", the long sword was instantly stained with blood, and Song Mohan's sleeves were also dyed red, and the blood kept dripping down the cuts on his sleeves.

Song Mohan endured the pain of being scratched on his arm, and with his other hand, he boldly swung his long sword and waved it at the group of masked people in front of him who were constantly attacking.

An Yiran looked at Song Mohan's blood-stained sleeves, her expression was terrified, she was so frightened that tears kept pouring out, and she felt sorry for him.

Just when Song Mohan was about to be unable to resist, another group of people suddenly rushed out from the shadows, including Song Mohan's personal guard Yun Yi, and Lin Shen, who was sent by Song Moyu to secretly observe but was late, they led several guards to fight with this group of masked people.

Yun Yi rushed to Song Mohan, clasped his hands, and said to Song Mohan with guilt: "Your Highness, it's too late for your subordinates!" ”

"Don't say so much! Hurry up and get rid of them! Song Mohan's voice became hoarse, his face became more and more pale, his legs were weak, and he almost couldn't stand steadily, but fortunately An Yiran beside him quickly supported him.

Under the cover of Yun Yi and Lin Shen, An Yiran helped Song Mohan quickly break out of the encirclement and ran to a safe wood.

Song Mohan couldn't hold back the pain on his body at this time, so he pounced, and his body fell to the ground weakly.

Seeing Yun Yi and Lin Shen go back and blend into the fight, An Yiran's eyes flashed with sad tears, and she hurriedly squatted beside Song Mohan, stretched out her hand to support him tightly, and asked with a worried expression: "Eighth Highness, how are you?" Doesn't it hurt? ”。

"This king is fine, don't worry." Song Mohan's expression was slightly painful at the moment, his thin lips gradually lost their blood, and his whole person was pale and weak, he clutched the wound on his arm that was still bleeding, shook his head and said recklessly.

"Your Royal Highness, why are you so stupid? Defend me against this sword, your body is what matters! Ran'er is not worthy of your sacrifice like this......" An Yiran choked up, looking at Song Mohan's blood-stained sleeves, his eyes were red, and he was full of guilt.

"Ran'er, when you are in danger, this king must protect you first, this is the principle that a gentleman should have, you don't have to feel guilty, as long as you are well, everything will be fine." Song Mohan raised his eyes weakly, his eyes were full of sincerity, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile.

He looked at her cheeks wet with tears and felt the urge to reach out and wipe the tears from her face.

It's a pity that as a true gentleman, he followed the principle of difference between men and women, and never stretched out his hand to touch her face.

"Eighth Highness, I'm sorry, it's all because of my ......" An Yiran felt even more sad now, tears flowed nonstop, the bottom of her throat seemed to be plugged, and the sour warm current in her heart kept surging up.

Song Mohan looked at her who was sad and crying, a little flustered, and didn't know how to soothe her emotions, so he could only look at her with tears on her face in silence, and there was a touch in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that the girl in front of him seemed to have occupied a certain place in his heart.

......

In the palace of Qingyang in Beijing

An Yiran stood in the courtyard outside Song Mohan's bedroom, pacing back and forth in a complicated and panicked manner, sometimes looking around, anxiously waiting for the doctor in the room to diagnose and treat him.

"Miss An, don't worry, Your Highness Eighth will definitely be fine." Lin Shen, who was standing on the side, looked at An Yiran, who was anxious, and couldn't help but persuade out loud.

"Alas! It's all my fault, and His Royal Highness will be injured. An Yiran couldn't listen to Lin Shen's words, she felt guilty about herself, and she was inexplicably sad and depressed in her heart.

"It's all because Lin Shen came late and didn't protect it properly, and Lin Shen didn't expect that group of people to come so quickly, it's really cunning!" Lin Shen blamed himself, he was feeling a headache now, today's unexpected situation made him panic, not only did the matter not work out, but also the eighth prince was injured.

But it can also be verified one thing, that is, Song Mohan has no bad intentions towards An Yiran, and he may have other purposes, but it will never pose a danger to An Yiran.

Lin Shen was relieved when he thought of this, and decided to investigate in other directions.

Just when both of them blamed themselves, the doctor and Yun Yi suddenly walked out of the room, An Yiran immediately greeted them, looked at the doctor with a worried face and asked, "How is the Eighth Highness?" ”

"Don't worry, girl, His Royal Highness King Qingyang only suffered some flesh and skin injuries, not muscles and bones, but due to excessive blood loss, people are a little weak, just rest for a few days." The doctor truthfully reported Song Mohan's injury.

An Yiran listened, instantly breathed a sigh of relief, her face showed a long-lost relaxation, and she said gratefully to the doctor: "With Dr. Lao, Your Highness is fine." ”

"Miss An, Your Highness has rested, and you are tired today, why don't you go back and rest earlier." Yun Yi saw An Yiran's tired face and persuaded pertinently.

"I'm fine, let's wait for His Highness to wake up and go back, otherwise I won't worry." An Yiran refused to leave, insisting on waiting until Song Mohan woke up.

"Miss An, let's go back first, it's not good to leave Beijing too late, when it's free another day, Lin Shen will bring you to meet His Royal Highness again." Lin Shen carefully followed Song Moyu's explanation, was responsible for guarding An Yiran's safety, and followed the persuasion.

"That's right! Miss An, you are staying here and waiting, it is better to go back and rest early, otherwise you will go back too late, and His Royal Highness should also worry. Yun Yi finally persuaded him, and then set off to send the doctor out of the palace.

When An Yiran heard the sentence "His Royal Highness the Eighth should also be worried", he felt that it made sense, so he no longer insisted, glanced at Song Mohan's bedroom a few times with nostalgia, and then obediently followed Lin Shen to leave the Qingyang Palace and return to the Beijing suburb courtyard safely.

When An Yiran dismounted, he saw Hotaru Yue standing at the gate from a distance, looking around anxiously, waiting for something.

When Yingyue saw An Yiran, she instantly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly caught up, looked at An Yiran left and right worriedly, carefully checked what injuries she had, and then hugged her tightly and whimpered: "Miss, are you okay?" When the slave heard that you were in danger, she was so scared to death! ”

"Miss Firefly Moon, don't worry, the injured person is His Royal Highness, Miss An is fine." Lin Shen, who was standing behind the two, saw that Firefly Yue was nervous, and hurriedly helped explain.

"That's right, Ah Yue, don't worry, I'm fine! It was His Royal Highness the Eighth who blocked my wounds. An Yiran smiled with relief, and pinched Yingyue's little face with pear blossoms and rain, trying to soothe her frightened little heart.

"That's great! Miss, you're okay, how are your Royal Highnesses? Hotaru eased her mood, raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then took the opportunity to hold her young lady's hand.

"Now that Miss An has returned here safely, then Lin Shen will leave first!" Lin Shen completed his task, said goodbye, turned around and prepared to leave.

"That's right! Lin Shen, is there an eyebrow for today's events? An Yiran suddenly remembered the doubts in her heart, and hurriedly called Lin Shen and asked.

"The situation is critical today, the group of thieves escaped, and the two we caught killed themselves by biting their tongues on the spot." Lin Shen truthfully reported the failure of today's plan.

"So, have we done it all in vain?" An Yiran's expression gradually dimmed, and she was desperate in her heart, thinking that such a thing happened today, presumably the thief who kidnapped her mother would definitely be vigilant, and would definitely not use the same method to attack her again.

"Miss An, don't worry, after Lin Shen and His Highness discuss how to act next, we will see the opportunity to act again." Lin Shen saw An Yiran's loss and tried to comfort him.

While the two were talking, a figure in black flashed in the distance beside the two of them, listening to all the conversations between the two.

Lin Shen and An Yiran were both keenly aware of it, and both of them turned their heads at the same time to look at the place where the man in black flashed.

"Who?" Lin Shen shouted at the figure of the man in black who was far away, and set off to catch up with him desperately.

An Yiran stood in place and watched Lin Shen's pursuit, and a faint uneasiness burned in her heart.

The first instinct told her that this man in black was the man in black who appeared by the window of the wing room where she lived on the first night she lived in the Beijing suburb courtyard.