Chapter 220: Imperial Merchants of the Dynasty (5)

Xiao Youzhi poured himself wine: "I have already asked people to inquire about the girl we rescued three days ago." ”

"The only daughter of the Yan family, a wealthy businessman in Wuzhou, her mother and Lord Qin's wife are sisters."

"Half a year ago, the Yan family and his wife died, and that girl became an orphan, and she happened to be taken back to the capital by the Qin family that day."

As for why it took half a year?

Xiao Youzhi thought that it was probably for the spring palace draft.

Now there is still half a year before the draft, and there is just some time left for training such as etiquette.

Chu Yu shook his hand: "Yan? ”

"Yan Qin'an, this name has become a sad name because of the identity of an orphan."

Xiao Youzhi said his full name.

As soon as the Yan family and his wife died, the Yan in the name was gone, Qin was gone, and there was an empty An.

And Chu Yu seemed to be in a trance.

At that moment, there was a commotion outside the window.

Xiao Youzhi put down his wine glass and leaned to the window, only to see chaos underneath.

The face of the man in the brocade robe on horseback was as black as ink, and he carefully protected the unconscious girl in his arms.

The guards fought back against the assassins, and the surrounding people screamed and dodged.

"Wow! The assassin of the king was so arrogant! ”

Of course, the second ancestor is the second ancestor, Xiao Youzhi squinted and teased.

He was about to ask if he wanted to go down and help, but he saw the mark on the carriage of the horse opposite the king.

Look again, isn't it the carriage of that day?

"Yan Qin'an?"

Xiao Youzhi was surprised, and when his words fell, he felt that he was being pushed hard.

Then a figure had already floated out of the carriage, and an assassin had been dealt with.

Xiao Youzhi sighed, and also turned over and fell.

knew that Ah Yu would be interested in Yan Qin'an.

It is strange that there are so many Assassins in the capital.

With King He as the center, including the carriage of the Qin Mansion, they were all fiercely attacked by arrows.

The street was very noisy, and there were already two arrows in front of me, and most of the carriage was silent.

Chu Yu threw away the intercepted arrow in his hand and slammed open the curtain of the carriage.

The two arrows that had not entered the carriage were fired in different directions, and at the end of the arrows they were stuck in the wall of the carriage.

The arrows are sharp, refracting a cold blue light in the light.

The girl was between several arrows, one of which was barely a finger's distance from her face.

"Little, little marquis?"

The girl's voice was already soft, but now it is even softer, soft like glutinous rice ball skin, with a small trill.

Chu Yu looked at the arrow faintly: "Miss Yan, don't move." ”

"Okay." The girl responded softly.

Wan Cui ran to the carriage with a worried face: "Little Hou Ye, our young lady is okay." ”

Chu Yu lowered the curtain of the car, and the smile on his face was a little frivolous: "The little beauty is blessed with a great life." ”

By this time, the Assassin had already run away.

No matter how many assassins there are, all of them who are implicated have identities, and they are committed crimes on the streets of the capital, and at this time, they have to disappear.

Chu Yu fell to the ground, Wan Cui stepped on the wheel, she lifted the curtain, and when she saw the situation inside, her hand suddenly shook: "Miss, don't move." ”

Wan Cui asked for help: "Brother Wang, come and help." ”

Several of Yan's guards looked guilty and panicked, and let Lin Qingyin get out of the carriage safely.

Chu Yu watched quietly, and the fingers hidden in his sleeve twisted lightly.

A meteor suddenly crossed his eyes as black as the night, and Chu Yu opened his lips: "Little beauty, did I save you twice?" ”

Lin Qingyin's face was still a little pale, and when she heard this, she said with some gratitude: "Thank you, little marquis." ”

Chu Yu's eyes blinked: "Then it's better to ......"

Lin Qingyin was puzzled.

"You tell this little marquis, whose name is Yan Yan?"