The man in black retreated, and Yan Sui suddenly lowered his head, his eyes cold.

I don't know when, Wen Zhen actually tied an extremely thin and tough thread on his body!

Now that the man in black quickly retreated, this line was tightened, and if Yan Sui didn't let go, Wen Zhen would be strangled into two sections!

Yan Sui's hand fell, the light and shadow flashed, and his fingers brushed over Wen Zhen's body.

He let go, and Wen Zhen flew towards the man in black, who covered his throat with one hand and picked it up with the other.

Yan Sui suddenly said: "Tang Muzhi! ”

The man in black was stunned for a moment, and his hands were stunned.

At this moment, Wen Zhen opened his eyes!

As soon as she opened her eyes, she hadn't seen who the person in front of her was, and three words suddenly popped up in her mind, as if someone poured it into her mind a moment before she woke up, and she subconsciously shouted: "Tang Xianzhi!" ”

As soon as the three words came out, the man in black on the opposite side stretched out his hand again and slammed again.

If a master makes a move, it will take 10,000 years, how can he withstand such a meal after a meal.

It's too much of a fright.

But Wen Zhen didn't actually know what she was shouting at the moment, she didn't officially wake up until this sound came out, and she didn't remember what she just shouted, only found herself flying in the air, and in front of her was the man in black who kidnapped her.

People's memories are easy to be awakened by the most similar scenes, and she almost immediately returned to the moment when she was taken captive, and she didn't want to stretch out her hand, and at some point there was an extra dagger in her hand, which went straight into the heart of the man in black!

The man in black was not so much frightened by the name as by Wen Zhen shouting the name, his movements slowed down for a moment, but fortunately his reaction was still agile, and he fell backwards with a slam on an iron plate bridge, blood spurting out of his throat.

With a snort, Wen Zhen's knife cut through his chest and went straight to his throat, and the man raised an arm to shoot the dagger, but Wen Zhen took advantage of the situation at that moment to raise the dagger slightly.

A face, silently cracked under the knife.

There was no blood, and the cold moon bent to illuminate a slightly pale but still terrifying face.

Wen Zhen's pupils seemed to enlarge in an instant.

Even his voice was suddenly hoarse, and he muttered hoarsely: "Tang Xianzhi!" ”

The second time I called it, it was already completely different from the first time.

With a bang, Wen Zhen fell to his chest, and in the next moment, Wen Zhen withdrew the knife and rolled desperately to the side, Yan Sui had already stepped forward and copied her back into his arms with one hand.

These few movements, two shouts, are actually only two or three blinks of an eye.

When he raised his head again, the man in black was gone, the mountain wind was empty and the moon was cold, and the silent mountain road was as if nothing had happened except for the scattered blood stains of bone fragments all over the ground.

Wen Zhen didn't know if he had tried his best with the knife just now, or if he was frightened after being injured and fainted again.

Yan Sui hugged Wen Zhen and looked at the white belly of the fish that was gradually spreading at the end of the sky.

The elusive thread was gone, and a narrow crimson slowly leaked out of his back.

He didn't seem to feel the wound on his back, just looked ahead, and suddenly a long convoy appeared on the road under the morning light.

The convoy looked low-key, with no obvious signs or fluttering flags, and Yan Sui ducked to the side of the road, her eyes falling on an inconspicuous mark on the side of the front wheel of the car in front of her.

He felt that this mark was very familiar, although he couldn't remember whose family it belonged to now, but it must be a big family.

He looked down at Wen Zhen, she needed the most adequate rest, the best sleep, and the most proper care. It has to be immediate, and there can be no further delay.

He waited for the convoy to pass, picked up Wen Zhen, and prepared to find the nearby town first.

He had just taken a step, and there was a turn behind him, when a carriage suddenly jumped out of the corner, and the carriage came in a hurry, turned suddenly, and the carriage flicked off, forcing Yan Sui to the corner. Because this road is a cliff on one side and a slope on the other, Yan Sui has no way to avoid it, and his first reaction is to use his back against the carriage to prevent Wen Zhen from being rubbed. The wound on his back hit the side of the carriage's ironclad and he hissed.

Even at this moment, he didn't forget that he grabbed a large handful of mud on the mountain wall and quickly applied it to his and Wen Zhen's faces.

The carriage stopped immediately, and someone jerked the curtain of the car, and when he saw Yan Sui who was resisted, he shouted in surprise: "Grandmother! We're crushing people—"

Yan Sui: "......"

The convoy that had already passed in front of it immediately stopped, and someone hurriedly got out of the car and ran towards this side with skirts.

Yan Sui suddenly had a new idea.

He hugged Wen Zhen and closed his eyes.

Stunned.

……

The carriage was moved, and Yan Sui and Wen Zhen were both "unconscious". One is really faint, and his face is like paper. One pretended to be dizzy, with a trail of blood on his back, and the wound of the fracture had not healed, and he was also very capable of bluffing.

The little boy in the carriage shouted in the voice of a male duck: "Hurry up and get the man into the car, call the medical officer!" Call the medical officer! On the other hand, he couldn't wait, jumped out of the car, looked at the two of them, and chose to hug Wen Zhen first, but he didn't pull it, and when he looked down, Yan Sui put Wen Zhen in the crook of his arm.

The young man was nervous at the moment, and he didn't think much about it, so he went to pull Yan Sui again, but he didn't pull it, and the two hung together like conjoined babies. Fortunately, at this time, the escort of the convoy in front of him came, and there was a middle-aged woman who came at the same time, and when the young man saw her, he was like seeing a savior, and jumped on the wheel and said: "Mama Zhang, you help me tell my grandmother, I really didn't hit it on purpose, it was this person who was stupidly crapped around the corner, and I can't see the corner at all......"

The woman bowed uprightly and said, "Young Master Cen, Madam said, let the people be sent to the front, as for you, just go back and copy the Pure Sutra a hundred times." ”

"Ahhhh The young man jumped up suddenly, and didn't care about Yan Sui Wenzhen, and slipped into the big car in front of him, and then his coquettish voice begging for mercy sounded. Mama Zhang didn't care about him here, and said to the entourage around: "Madame said, since you hurt someone, you will naturally be responsible to the end, and you will first get a car out to treat people and recuperate." ”

Everyone responded, and the group was very efficient, even if the carriage was vacated, the convoy had its own doctor with the car, and he came to see Wen Zhenyansui's injuries, and then reported back to the carriage.

The doctor walked to the carriage, which was still low-key, but very well guarded, bowed his head respectfully, the curtain was lifted, and the young man poked his head out and asked, "How is it?" Not dead, right? ”

"Back to Young Master Cen's words, people are fine. The little brother was only a flesh wound, but the girl was more troublesome and seemed to have internal injuries. ”

"How can you get an internal injury? I didn't get out of my palm to fight the bull across the mountain. ”

"Xu was squeezed by the carriage." The doctor replied cautiously.

There was silence for a moment, and a slightly old woman's voice came out: "Good life." ”

And they were commanded.

In the carriage, the brocade mattress embroidered mat is spread all over, the smoke of the incense burner is curling, the partition of red sandalwood separates the place of living and sitting and lying, the partition is not like the ordinary people carving people flowers and birds, but a picture of battlefield fighting, there is also a wide-backed long knife carved in the middle, the shape is simple, although it is carved, you can also see that the blade is sharp. It seems to be murderous.

The edge of the tabernacle was embroidered with a unicorn pattern with golden scales and a black belly. The golden scale armor of the unicorn glowed in the dark, and it was all sewn from extremely thin gold sheets.

The interior of this seemingly simple carriage is luxurious but comparable to that of a prince.

The old woman who hung her head to read a book on the seat, wearing a stone blue swastika continuous longevity pattern skirt, the cuffs had been washed slightly white, she was not young, but she couldn't see the real age, said forty Xu can be, sixty Xu can also be, although the clothes are simple, but the bearing is dignified, sitting in this hall, it does not make people feel cramped at all. It only makes people feel that she has a peculiar temperament that is good at blending with the surrounding environment, whether it is the Yuque Golden Palace or the small courtyard of farmers.

The only thing that can be said to be a little out of place is the decoration of the whole carriage, luxurious but solemn, and this woman, surrounded by a faint smell of books.

The young man stuck to her lap like a candy candy, and was talking to her about the fact that he was a step too late to see the monkeys fighting under the stream, and that the two men were fine, so don't punish him.

The old woman put down the scroll, looked at him, sighed, and said, "A-cen, why are you still playful at this age?" ”

There was no reproach in her tone, but there was a faint worry between her eyebrows.

The young man Acen said unconvinced: "I'm not playful, my literary and martial arts are completed every day!" Then he shook the old woman's knee, "Grandmother, grandmother, why are you so unhappy that I have come so far to pick you up and will soon be home?" ”

The woman picked up the book again and said, "My home is in Qingzhou...... Go ahead, don't bother me. Don't talk about the Jingjing Sutra, when did you really copy it? Didn't Xiaoqing copy it for you? ”

The young man laughed wryly, had to get out of the car, returned to his car, explained to his little servant Xiaoqing to help him copy the scriptures, and said to Xiaoqing: "You say, grandmother has been away for so many years, and finally came home, why is she still so unhappy?" ”

Xiaoqing lowered his eyes and didn't dare to answer.

Do you want him to tell the young master that Mrs. and the head of the family have been at odds for many years, so they have lived alone in Qingzhou for a long time, and now seeing that there is a crisis in the family, the head of the family forcibly asks Mrs. to come back, but Mrs. doesn't want to go back to that home at all?

He wanted to live a few more years.

He looked at his heartless young master, and he was also a little worried.

It is rumored in the clan that because the young master is the milder among the men, the head of the family also chose the young master as the heir when he could not choose, in order to deal with the coming storm and appease the panicked hearts of the clan.

As far as he is concerned, a person like the young master is an heir, and it is estimated that he will die faster.

The boy stood bored in the middle of the carriage, passing by the flowers to pick a flower, passing by the bushes and grabbing a handful of bushes, and then throwing the flowers and bushes everywhere, but not far away, and soon the roof of the carriage was full of flowers and trees, and he pointed to the dead leaves and branches, and cried out: "Grow! Then he was amused by himself, giggling and laughing.

Xiao Qing watched silently, shook his head, and resigned himself to holding a broom to sweep those flower branches.

I heard the young master behind him asking him: "Hey Xiaoqing, you say, when will I be able to practice the martial arts of His Royal Highness King Yi, where everything in the world is a weapon?" How can we have the power to make all things grow? ”

"Young Master. You can make the river thaw in an instant, the wind blows flat, you can listen to a book with your ears, you can read with your fingers, you are already amazing. Why bother to raise the morale of others and destroy their own prestige? ”

The young man behind him was laughing happily, and Xiaoqing silently swept down the bushes on the roof of the carriage.

More importantly, why should you worship an adversary who is about to destroy your family?

Little fool.

……

The rickety carriage stopped, and a doctor got out of the car with a medicine box and said, "It's all right." While instructing the maid on the side, "Those two have mud on their faces, go get some water and scrub them." ”

The maid went to fetch water, and as soon as the person got out of the car, Yan Sui opened her eyes in the shaking carriage.

The carriage was very spacious, and Wen Zhen slept opposite him, quietly, and his complexion was a little better than before.

Their injuries have been treated. This team is really not an ordinary family, there are special doctors, and there are special maids who understand medical science to bandage Wen Zhen.

Yan Sui looked around, and finally cut off the bandaged white cloth on his body, took a boxy one, wiped Wen Zhen and his face clean, touched it in the sleeve, touched it again, and thought for a while after touching it a few times, and finally found a thin roll of leather in the sleeve welt of the underwear.

Yan Sui has always disliked to carry anything in his sleeve, but many times he likes to throw off the guards to go alone, the guards for his convenience to travel, and do not affect his feeling of dressing, did not bother to arrange some necessary utensils in all corners of his clothes, weapons or anything else, Yan Sui is extraordinarily talented, good at using everything as a weapon, there is no one he will not use, but silver ticket ah mask ah or something, Chinese will fold the silver ticket directly into the trim of Yan Sui's coat, while English will make the mask as thin as possible and roll it up, Attached to the cuffs of Yansui's underwear.

Yan Sui's coat has been changed for Wen Zhen, Wen Zhen naturally couldn't have searched carefully for the silver ticket at that time, but the underwear inside was not changed, but the mask was made very thin in order to make Yan Sui as little as possible without a sense of existence, although it can fit the skin better, but it is easy to expose the filling, and you need to dress up again.

Yan Sui had already seen it when she pretended to be unconscious before, there was a distance from the water source in this vicinity, and the maid didn't come back so quickly to fetch water, so she didn't hurry and took out a simple makeup box, which contained deep and light powder.

Yan Sui wiped Wen Zhen's face clean and put on a mask of Li Xiao for her, but it was not possible to use a Li Xiao face at all, Yan Sui quickly wiped her fingers on the makeup box, and a pretty and bright face soon appeared.

The contour of that face is slightly thinner than Li Xiao's, the nose is slightly taller than hers, the lips are thinner, and the eyebrows are more heroic, obviously just some details have been changed, but it seems to be a grade more beautiful than Li Xiao, and it is also more eye-catching than Wen Zhen's original face.

As for himself, he is not the same person at all, his complexion is a little darker, but he is still picturesque, glamorous, and looks a bit like Yi Ming.

His Royal Highness King Yi is modified, and he refuses to wronged himself.

After changing the outfit, it is to see the injury, Wen Zhen has a lot of fine abrasions on his body, a little finger is fractured, it has not been dealt with well, and now it seems to be a little deformed, and if he wants not to leave a problem, he can only break the bone and re-fix it.

There was a deep wound on his right arm, which looked like it would leave a scar.

His fingers slowly stroked over the wound on her right arm, all the way to her fingers, grasping the base of her fingers and pulling them lightly.

With a slight click, Wen Zhen's body jumped, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead instantly, but he didn't wake up.

The damage inflicted on her body was so great and so severe that she fell into a deep coma and could not break free.

Yan Sui didn't want her to wake up, sleep was the best way to heal her injuries.

His fingers were very steady, and as he re-splinted her and bandaged her, his lips pursed and his eyelashes drooped as if he were in pain.

After bandaging, he finally used the white cloth strip to tie a beautiful bow for Wen Zhen, he approached the bow and blew it gently, it was really like a white butterfly flying, he smiled, his lips fell, and kissed her fingers on the splint.

Then he fell asleep comfortably, squeezed on her side, put a pair of long legs on the side of the bed a little aggrieved, held her hand, and the internal force was continuously transported to help her regulate the stasis in her body.

After a while, he let go of his hand, and he also saw sweat on his forehead, but he first wiped the sweat off Wen Zhen's forehead, grabbed her fingertips, and gently rubbed them in the palm of his hand, slowly rubbing them from the palm to the fingertips, and then into his sleeve,

He always did things according to his heart, and he did it before, and he still does. For Wen Zhen, even if he messes up a lot of things, but that mood is still there, love is still there, nostalgia is still there, when he sees her, he feels soft in his heart, feels that the world is bright, wants to hug her, caress her, take every inch of her skin in the palm of his hand, exchange body temperature with her, and feel each other's heat and softness.

He was sure that this was what he loved, though it was indestructible and obliterated by the chaos.

Now it's time to love again.

That's fine, as for the rest...... Does it matter?

As soon as the door curtain was lifted, the maid came in with water, and when she looked up, she bumped into Yan Sui's gaze, she looked at Yan Sui's clean face stupidly, and her face slowly turned red in surprise.

Yan Sui was untouched by such a situation, glanced at her, hugged Wen Zhen, made a silent gesture to her, and signaled that he was going to sleep.

He only made one move, and the maid blushed even more, didn't ask a word, and hurriedly withdrew with the water.

Yan Sui raised his eyebrows, hugged Wen Zhen and fell asleep, when he woke up, the car had stopped, it was getting late, and the group was going to be sharp.

The people of the convoy chartered the best inn in this town, and also assigned a room to Yan Sui Wenzhen, Yan Sui "woke up" and told the people of the convoy that he and Wen Zhen are husband and wife, his name is Da Niu, Wen Zhen's name is Peach Blossom, he was originally a hunter in Qianyang Town, but he had to leave his hometown because he offended Qiang Liang, and was ready to go to Changchuan to join his family.

When the two were found, they were both wearing ordinary Orion clothes, which was also in line with their identities.

As for why Yan Sui knew the names of Da Niu and Peach Blossom, he naturally mentioned it in a hurry.

The owner of the convoy didn't say anything about it, and since I injured you, you will naturally be responsible until you are injured.

At this time, the light in the room was like a bean, Wen Zhen slept peacefully, and Yan Sui sat in front of the bed in a daze.

He felt as if there was something he hadn't done, but he couldn't remember anything.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, but it was the maid from before who opened the door, holding hot water, this time her demeanor was much more calm, she didn't dare to look at Yan Sui directly with her eyes down, and said with a smile: "Our grandmother has explained." Your lady has dirt and blood on her body, so she should wipe her body. You are probably not used to this as a big man, so Mama sent me to help. ”

Yan Sui suddenly realized.

That's right.

The little cake needs to be bathed!

Thinking of taking a bath, he suddenly felt that he had missed something, and while thinking about it, he took the hot water and said, "If you have something to do, you will obey your work, and you won't bother the girl." ”

The maid pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes stopped on his face slightly, and said, "Your lady is a blessed one." After saying that, she was about to leave, but Yan Sui suddenly stopped her.

"Dare to ask the girl, if a person is injured or sick and has not taken a shower and changed clothes for seven or eight days, what should it be like?"

He has always been clean, and he must take a bath every day, sometimes two or three times a day, so he really doesn't know what it smells like if he doesn't take a bath for seven or eight days.

The maid was shocked: "Are you planning to let your lady take a bath all the time?" Isn't that going to stink? I don't sweat this winter, but people who are injured and sick are different. Don't dare to be so bad. ”

"How can I be? Not only does my lady have to take a bath, but she also has to take a pleasant bath, so I beg her to ask the store to bring some more water. Yan Sui closed the door, turned around and raised his arm, and sniffed himself.

Shake the neckline again, and sniff again.

Then the corners of his lips curled.

Little Cake bathed him and changed his clothes.

There is a saying that the grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring.

There is also a saying that come and don't be rude.

His Royal Highness, who had hit his head and was suddenly very reasonable, felt very happy in this inference, and asked the shopkeeper for more water with great interest, and prepared to give the little cake a good bath himself.