One

Yang Yi hired a carriage, himself as a coachman, driving Hou Ziyu for a few days, and was about to enter the border town of Luoyang, but at this time the sky gradually fell into a heavy haze, angry winds were rising, dark clouds were thick, and thunder was roaring, which was a sign of the coming rainstorm. After a while, the rain poured down, and the two of them couldn't, and if they wanted to continue going, they could only trap the carriage, so they tied the carriage and took shelter in the pavilion for a while.

The rain murmurs outside the pavilion, washing out a natural emptiness and purity, the distant mountains are more condensed and green, the ripples on the Bihu Lake are endless, and countless water birds fly to play, adding a lively dynamic to this elegant and pure picture. The two people in the pavilion just sat sullenly, quietly nibbling on the white flour steamed buns in their hands, although the steamed buns could not taste any special taste, but if they chewed carefully, they would feel a trace of sweetness on the tip of the tongue. It was the first time for Hou Ziyu to chew steamed buns so seriously, just because it was too boring, and the person sitting next to her was a strange person who was sometimes dull and sometimes instigated, so she tasted the sweetness of the steamed buns, this sweetness penetrated into her heart, and tenderness and sweetness also rose, and she couldn't help but think of that person-the beautiful son who aroused her girlish feelings-Yan Lian.

If a feeling cannot be vented, it will naturally have to be spoken.

"Have you ever been to Cailingzhou?" Hou Ziyu finally asked, just because Yang Yi was the only one who could talk to her here, but before he could answer, she said to herself again: "Forget it, I don't think a rough person like you will go to that kind of place." ”

In addition to smiling bitterly, Yang Yi really didn't know what expression to use to deal with her.

"That day, when I saw him, the sky was drizzling, and he was buying calligraphy and paintings from someone on the stone platform by the river, and I was still on the boat and about to dock, but you know what? My eyes have always been attracted to him......" Hou Ziyu suddenly became interested, and had no scruples to tell this strange man who had only known him for less than a month about his girl's thoughts, which he didn't have the opportunity to explain to his mother, let alone his father.

"He's ...... Much more handsome than you! Hou Ziyu became even more unscrupulous.

"Oh?"

"That day I saw that his feet slipped, and he was about to fall, so anxious that I reached out to help him, but I forgot that I was still on the boat, and it was I who was going to fall a big heel, but I didn't fall, but ...... fell into his arms...... "When I said this, I was as straightforward as Hou Ziyu, and I couldn't help but blush my cheeks, revealing the shyness and simplicity of my daughter's family, which was extremely beautiful.

"We got to know each other, and then together we picked lings, enjoyed flowers, discussed history, played games, and later got into a fight with a group of hooligans...... Hehe...... "Hou Ziyu smiled sweetly, but when she saw Yang Yi's indifferent expression, she asked again: If I say this, will you think I'm not ashamed?" ”

"No, women's emotions are hard to share, and I should be honored to be one of the listeners." Yang Yi had a warm smile on his face, he didn't even notice it himself, only when facing Hou Ziyu, he would show such a smile.

"I used to have a sister who often told me about these things......" Yang Yi's eyes became flickering, as if he was recalling the past, but the smile on the corner of his mouth showed a trace of bitterness.

"So......" Hou Ziyu stood up and said solemnly, "Please let me go!" Let me go to this river and lake that can give me freedom. ”

Yang Yi didn't think about it, and replied categorically: "No! ”

"Why not?" Hou Ziyu's tone hardened, "Isn't this 'ambush on the way' already able to shirk the responsibility for my father?" All you have to do is play that I have been taken captive by the robbers, and the wound on your arm is the best proof of your faithfulness, so that we will be all right. ”

Yang Yi was just silent.

"Are you really going to drag me, a troublesome ghost, all the way back to Luoyang?"

"Please let me go!" Hou Ziyu's tone was almost pleading.

"No way!" Yang Yi still insisted.

Hou Ziyu angrily shook off the steamed bun in his hand and said, "Yang Yi, don't deceive people too much, if you really make me anxious, I will make your identity as a thief Yi Zhuo Yang, the chief criminal of the imperial court, public." ”

"How do you know?" Yang Yi's expression suddenly froze.

"On Huyang Xiaoting that day, the few swordsmanship you used had already betrayed you, and the sword marks on the trunk of the tree were ironclad evidence. If you want to come to the world, you are the only one who can do 'Qu Duan Lizhong'! Because you don't know how to use a sword, you just put your fingering in the sword moves, and this set of fingering is really your skillful skill, proud, and across the rivers and lakes."

Yang Yi's hands were trembling, and the air was condensing.

Two

Hou Ziyu became scared, she suddenly felt that she had done an extremely stupid thing, revealing Yang Yi's identity in this way was undoubtedly forcing him to kill people, and he could go back to Shangzhu Emperor and say that she was robbed on the way, so that Yi Zhuoyang would completely disappear from this world.

"Do you want to kill people?" Hou Ziyu instinctively retreated.

Yang Yi snorted in pain, fell down, pressed his left hand on his right arm, and his whole body trembled. "What's wrong with you?" Hou Ziyu hurriedly stepped forward to stabilize his crumbling body, Yang Yi just said weakly: "I can't stop you, you go!" Hou Ziyu saw that his face was pale and his lips were purple, thinking that he had been poisoned, and said, "How can I go?" He couldn't say anything, so he went to untie the white gauze casually wrapped around his right arm, and when he saw the wound that was mixed with pus and purple blood and festered a large piece of flesh and blood, Hou Ziyu was so frightened that he covered his mouth: "You...... Your arrow wound ......" "It's okay, it's just ordinary military rust and poison, and it can't kill anyone." Yang Yi smiled ugly, as if he was comforting the other party, "It's just that if it's rusty and poisonous, you can use your own skills to force the poison out, why did it happen like this?" Hou Ziyu nervously pulled Yang Yi's arm and took out a silk scarf to help him wipe his wounds, "I don't say it will take three or four hours to force drugs, but if you wander in the rivers and lakes for a while, the more dangerous it will be!" Yang Yi's tone was still light, but the concern in it was already overflowing. You...... You actually ...... for me" Hou Ziyu was so guilty and sad that she couldn't speak, and could only look at Yang Yi's cold face blankly.

"I always thought you hated me! Why do you ......" Hou Ziyu, who has always been higher than the sky, is just like a child at a loss at the moment, she does feel the warmth from Yang Yi that she has never received from her father since she was a child, the kind of warmth that exists not only because of her identity.

"Maybe it's because of that nasty feeling! I was thinking, if one day I don't even have the feelings to hate someone, then am I still a human being? Am I really alive? Yang Yi's deep eyes revealed a blurry color, "It's really not easy to live!" Suddenly, his eyes froze, and his left hand quickly swept under Hou Ziyu's armpit, and a willow leaf flying knife came out of his palm and flew towards the rain curtain outside the pavilion, and a series of rain lines were cut off by the flying knife.

Hearing a scream of "uh-" as the knife pierced through the branch of a willow tree and nailed it to the throat of a man in black, his body falling heavily to the ground, and after a large splash of muddy water and rain, the living had turned into corpses. But then, a dozen or so living people rushed out of the forest, and they were about to surround the pavilion.

Yang Yi's left hand was busy with the three acupuncture points of Qi Ze, Kong Shi, and Taiyuan on his right arm, and then his right hand shook it fiercely, as if he had regained stability and strength, Yang Yi held a sword in his right hand, and his left hand passed Hou Ziyu's waist: "Offended!" Hou Ziyu stopped his sword and hurriedly said: "No, it's too dangerous to close the acupoint and seal the poison, the qi and blood swell during the fight, if you break through the acupuncture point by yourself, your arm will be useless!" As he spoke, four diamond-shaped darts had already shot towards this side, Yang Yi walked sideways with his sword, blocked them one by one, and turned back to Hou Ziyu and said, "But we must live!" ”

Yang Yi jumped out of the pavilion with Hou Ziyu in his arms, and immediately three sharp swords entered his pupils, the three black-clothed people holding swords were all imposing, and their moves were sharp, Yang Yi was forced to no longer advance, just took a small step back, and there were two cold airs behind him, Yang Yi was so frightened that his heart was pinched, and it was too late to dig out the remaining two lancets in his waist, but Hou Ziyu had already taken precautions, and had already pulled out the two jade hairpins on his head and held them in his hands, Yang Yi sensed his meaning, held down her vest and entered a true qi, Hou Ziyu himself was lucky to throw two jade hairpins, Hitting the knee joints of the two black-clothed people in the back, Hou Ziyu took a breath, raised the short scimitar in his sleeve, and waved his cross arm, just scratching the throats of these two people, and the heavy smell of blood came to his nose, splashing Hou Ziyu's body.

The first time you kill someone, the first time you kill someone doesn't feel good, and it's scary.

Yang Yi had just opened the three long swords before he had to pull Hou Ziyu back into his arms, but seeing that her expression was dull, he knew that she had killed someone. After only a moment of distraction, two more black-clothed men came up, one sword stabbed at Yang Yi and hugged Hou Ziyu's right arm, as if to separate the two of them, but the other sword poked straight into Yang Yi's heart.

Yang Yi roared, completely ignoring his own fate, just concentrated all his strength on the end of the sword, and mercilessly slashed down at the black-clothed man who was eager to divide them, and the blood column spurted out like a waterfall, and he saw an arm holding a sword flying in the air, blood mixed with rain splashing down, pouring down his companion's head and face. Yang Yi took advantage of the emptiness of the deviation of his sword end, made a move "plain girl with red makeup", and inserted the sword into the opponent's calf nose point, this person knelt on one knee in pain, Yang Yi picked up the stupid Hou Ziyu, stepped on the other party's shoulder, took off the foot, flew on the horse, cut off the rope attached to the horse, and set up a few swords randomly, and then hugged Hou Ziyu tightly, and galloped on the horse until no one caught up anymore, until he also passed out.