The exposed arm was slashed by the blade.

Blood then came out.

"Sister, what are you doing?"

Thirteen struggled to break my hand.

The long line has come back.

The young man looked too thin, and his lips were a little pale when he looked at me.

Without saying a word, he picked up the sword from the ground and aimed it at his arm and chest.

I didn't even have time to stop it.

"What are you doing?"

I looked at him angrily.

He still bit his lip, refused to speak, closed his eyes, and looked very vulnerable.

After so long, the innocence in him has long since worn away, and all that remains is annoying stubbornness.

"I see."

Swallow what I want to say.

Enduring the pain, he threw the sword far away.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Thirteen, who was still struggling.

Thirteen hadn't experienced this yet, and his face was dirty, but he still had a sense of innocence.

I still feel that the world is beautiful.

"Don't be afraid, this is the last time."

I endured the pain in my arm and reached out to wipe the dust off Changxing's face.

Gently touched his head.

The young man, who had been silent since he came back, finally had a little sour eyes and a slight tremor in his shoulders.

Finally, like a teenager of this age, he will be scared and want to find someone to rely on.

"Sister, are you hurt?"

Thirteen is not stupid, sharper than anyone else.

Wriggled a few times, trying to get out of my arms.

"Wait for the regent to come, don't make trouble for Sister A."

I whispered.

The palms of his hands were moist, and Thirteen was crying.

The movement of the grass was even greater.

But after a while, a lot of people came here.

Pei Yousheng brought someone here.

I had expected him to come.

I came alone to this dangerous and desolate place, and his people would have gone back to report it.

I just didn't expect it to be so fast.

"Chang'an."

Pei Yousheng's voice was low and deep.

I looked up at him.

He stood in the grass, the weeds, no more than half his waist high, cut by the sharp sword in his hand.

This is the sword he uses to kill people on the battlefield.

Bloody and full of evil spirits.

My throat rolled and I tried to speak, but the words were still stuck.

hugged Thirteen in his arms tightly.

Changxing sat on the other side, lowering his eyes, sometimes quiet and mature not like what he should be at this age.

"Sister."

Thirteen didn't take my hand away, just reached out and hugged me, a small lump of softness, all dependent.

"Chang'an."

Pei Yousheng had already cut the grass in front of him and saw me.

When he saw me, his voice became even more muffled and dangerous.

The people behind are even more powerful.

After a while, the grass here was trampled down.

There were footsteps, and those people drew their swords and searched everywhere for the murderer.

"Uncle Huang."

I looked up at him.

I wanted to pull the corners of my mouth, but the wound hurt and finally gave up.

"Who did it?"

His voice was even colder than before.

It was probably at this time that there was no-for-tat between me and him, so I could feel it, maybe he still cared about me.

He cares about my life and death, and will even save my life in times of extreme danger.

Thirteen in my arms suddenly burst into tears.

Forcefully broke my hands, and my eyes, which were originally clear and clean, were now full of tears, tearing my heart and crying.

"I saw it, several bad people, holding knives and saying anything, I sound like people from the Murong family, I don't understand."

Thirteen's face was full of horror, and then without waiting for Pei Yousheng to inquire carefully, he nestled back into my arms and kept shrinking.

It's really scary to watch.

Only I know that I was indeed scared, but not by the assassin, but by Pei Yousheng who was afraid that Ni Duan would be seen.

Helpless and a little distressed at the same time.

When, even this little child, had to be forced to grow up, had to face such a thing.

I hugged her.

Her hands gripped me tightly, shaking incessantly.

"Where's the Imperial Doctor?"

Pei Yousheng said angrily.

The people behind were hurrying.

"Can you see clearly that it's the Murong family?"

He asked coldly.

The eyes were full of anger.

In the churning.

Thirteen trembled very much, and the sound of crying was intermittent.

The words that deliberately caused trouble just now were completely relied on the last courage, and now his voice trembled.

I was just about to speak, but Changxing covered his wound and said calmly.

"Yes, I saw it, it's someone from the Murong family, yes, the murderer accidentally dropped something when he left just now."

Changxing took out a hairpin from his arms.

It is indeed the symbol of the Murong family.

The imperial doctor was probably brought over in a hurry, carrying the medical box, panting over.

But there was a small commotion among the guards behind.

One of the guards standing behind Pei Yousheng drew his sword and stabbed at my side almost without hesitation.

There is no mercy at all, and that ruthless energy is completely running for my life.

But the tip of the sword was stopped before it could reach the neck.

Pei Yousheng held the sword with his bare hands, his face was condensed, and blood kept dripping from the sword in his hands.

But he didn't seem to feel it.

The guard probably didn't expect that.

Plop and get to your knees.

His voice trembled, "Lord Wang, you ......"

The sword was thrown to the ground.

The man still raised his head unwillingly, "Lord Wang, this is obviously a good opportunity, why not take the opportunity to kill her?!" ”

"The Chen family has lived high for many years, and this throne should have been yours!"

The man's eyes were red, and he was full of resentment.

Then he picked up his sword again and prepared to stab it again.

But this time, the sword was overturned, and the shock made his mouth painful.

Pei Yousheng frowned, and the sword he drew hit the sword he was about to stab, and his face was heavier than ever.

"You shouldn't touch her."

"It's not something you should meddle with."

Hand up and knife down.

The guard didn't have any complaints on his face, but kept his eyes open and unwilling.

Finally, he fell to the ground with a bang, without a sound.

I covered Thirteen's eyes, my fingers cold.

The sword was covered in blood.

I looked up at him.

He stuck his sword in the ground, and the back of his hand was covered with tense tendons.

Vaguely, I seemed to hear a deep sigh.

I remembered in a trance, it was the same when I was in the beginning.

It's just that lying in my arms is Chen Qixue, who is trying to open his eyes and look into the distance.

Xu Jingyang was ruthless, and when he wanted to stab me after the assassination, he was stabbed in the arm.

The swords in their hands fell off.

I can't remember exactly what happened in my head like a pinprick in my head.

The picture is chaotic, and I resist reminiscing about these.

Immediately after that, the position of Zuo Xiangye, who was easily replaced.

"Uncle Huang."

My neck was sore when I looked up.

Subconsciously want to ask.

Does it have anything to do with you then?

Is that trying to protect me, or is it trying to kill me?

He looked down at me, and my throat rolled a few times, but I couldn't get a word out.

"Huh?"