Yao's eyes were sharp, and he immediately stepped forward and stopped Song Zhiyao.

Although it is early spring, there is an endless stream of people who come to Xiangguo Temple, and there are many incense carts parked at the foot of Liangshan, most of which are official eunuchs and dependents.

If Song Zhiyao beat her in public, maybe there would be some bad rumors.

Yao's eyes were sharp, and after glancing at the two of them, he snorted heavily and took Song Zhiyao away.

Song Huaci squinted his eyes, and when they turned around, he hung the hem of Song Zhiyao and Diluo's skirt on the nails on the wheel with lightning speed.

"Shhh

A cracking sound was followed by a muffled snort.

Song Zhiyao not only tore her skirt, but even fell down facing the ground.

Song Qiaoshu, who had witnessed everything with her own eyes, glared at her with disgust, and hurriedly helped Song Zhiyao up with her hands and feet with the maid.

Song Zhiyao's newly cut Yuebai Luo skirt was broken in the blink of an eye, not to mention, it was still covered with dust, and it was even more embarrassing.

Yao's face was pale, and he ordered someone to hire a soft sedan chair and helped Song Zhiyao, who was in tears, to sit in.

"You two better be careful with me!" In front of outsiders, Yao Shi had a bad attack on the spot, left a warning, and walked away.

After she left, Song Qiaoshu wanted to scold Song Huaci a few words, but seeing that her face was pale, she had to focus on her forehead and sighed.

took out the two taels of silver that had been saved in her purse for a long time, Song Qiaoshu hired a soft sedan chair and helped Song Huaci to sit in.

When they arrived at Xiangguo Temple, only a little maid from Yao's side was waiting at the door.

"Third Miss, Madame has already worshiped Madame Xian. The third lady will accompany the fourth lady to go, and the meditation room is ready, and the two young ladies can go back to rest after worshipping. Madame specially instructed the two young ladies not to run around! The maid was not good-spoken, and left after speaking.

Song Qiaoshu's face was slightly pale, her expression was a little ashamed, she endured it and suppressed it.

She took the Song Painting Ancestral Hall to the Gu family's spiritual seat, put on high incense, and knelt and bowed.

Considering her weakness, Song Qiaoshu took her back to the meditation room early.

Not long after he sat down, a monk knocked on the door, "May I ask if the donor is Miss Song Fusan?" ”

Song Qiaoshu hurriedly opened the door and responded, it turned out that Yao invited her to listen to the lectures of the senior monks in the temple.

"Ancestral Hall, stay here obediently, wait for my sister to come back, don't go out and run around!" Song Qiaoshu was a little relieved and told her carefully.

Song Huaci nodded and comforted: "Sister, don't worry, I won't go out and run around!" ”

Song Qiaoshu touched her green silk, smiled softly, and then followed the monk towards the front yard.

As soon as she left, the room became even quieter, and the eyelids of the Song Painting Temple were heavy and a little tired. So he took off his coat and lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

She didn't know how long she slept, but she was awakened by a sharp knock on the door.

"Fourth Miss, Fourth Miss is not good! The third lady fainted, go and take a look! The maid clapped them and shouted.

Song Huaci suddenly came to his senses, got out of bed, put on his shoes and put on his coat, and did it in one go.

Walking quickly towards the door, he looked at the maid and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with my sister?" ”

The maid stomped her feet anxiously, grabbed her arm and ran without saying anything, and said, "Fourth Miss, Third Miss seems to be unwell and has fainted......"

Song Huaci intuitively felt that something was wrong, but he didn't think much about it. After all, Song Qiaoshu is the only person in the Song Mansion who cares about herself.

At this moment, the sky was completely dark, and the maid was running fast, and the physical strength of the Song Painting Temple could not keep up, and it was lost after a while.

She stood in a very dark and unfamiliar courtyard, gasping for breath.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and Song Huaci was overjoyed, and just as he was about to turn around to speak, he was slapped on the back of the head.

She was dizzy and staggering. A vague figure in front of her, holding a wooden stick in his hand, walked towards her again.

With a bad secret in her heart, she turned around and ran, and the people behind her quickly followed. She knew that she couldn't outrun the people chasing behind her, so she had to rush to her wits and came to a corner, where the Song Painting Temple was hidden.

When the man behind her caught up, she stretched out her foot, tripped the man, threw herself on the man, and slammed her elbow into his neck.

Without caring about checking whether he was alive or dead, Song Huaci immediately got up and turned around and fled.

Gritted his teeth and ran briskly, with sporadic lights in front of him and a row of rooms. She opened the door to a room and ducked inside.

As soon as she closed the door, she immediately sensed that something was wrong, and a sharp sword was already on her neck.

"Who?" The voice was hoarse, with a hint of majesty.

Song Huaci stiffened, and cold sweat dripped from the corners of his forehead. It was the first time she felt such a strong killing intent, and her throat tightened a little, so she had to say truthfully: "Someone chased me, so I accidentally broke into your room." If you are offended, forgive you! ”

Hearing this, the man lowered his sword.

At this moment, I heard a commotion.

"Brothers, search me carefully! When I saw that kid, I hid here! You must find him for me, I want to see people alive and corpses when I die! The rough male voice said sharply.

The man behind him immediately covered Song Huaci's mouth and threatened in a low voice: "Don't make a sound, otherwise both of us will die!" ”

The nose of the Song Painting Temple lingered with this faint smell of medicinal herbs, which was from the man's body, and it was mixed with the smell of blood.

She nodded, and by the faint moonlight, she pointed to the window.

The man let go of his hand and waited for her to speak.

"I remember there was a forest behind me, maybe there was a rescue!"

The man walked to the window decisively, opened the window and looked out. Sure enough, I saw a dense wood.

He hooked his fingers and motioned for the Song Painting Temple to come over. He picked her up by the waist, took a breath, and jumped out of the window.

Song Huaci closed his eyes in fright, only to hear the wind blowing in his ears.

"Here it is! Over here! He jumped out of the window and ran away! The man in black who was chasing and killing shouted loudly.

"Shoot the arrows! Shoot him! ”

Long arrows rained down, and the figure of the man holding the Song Painting Temple dodged left and right like a ghost, and hid in the dense forest in the blink of an eye.

Hearing only a muffled snort, Song Huaci was inexplicably nervous in his heart.

The man was hit by an arrow in the back, so he had no choice but to hide behind a towering tree and let her go.

Song Huaci wanted to take a look at his injuries, but before his hand touched his shoulder, he felt that half of his arm was numb.

"What for?" With a majestic questioning tone, the man's hand squeezed her wrist and prevented her from moving.

"I know a little bit about medicine, I want to help you take a look at the injury!" Song Huaci endured the pain and explained in a low voice.

"Thank you, Ben...... I don't need it yet! Those behind him haven't been shaken off yet! ”

So saying, he took out a dagger from his bosom, which was made of black iron as clay. In just an instant, he had knocked out the half-cut feather arrow that was half exposed.

"It's not a good place to stay long, they'll catch up soon! Do you know where to hide? There was a command not to be disobeyed.

Song Huaci looked at his resolute side face, with a slight admiration in his heart. She thought for a moment and said, "Further on, there is a river." But ......"

She hesitated, the man in front of her had serious injuries to his abdomen and back, and if he wanted to cross the river, he was afraid that it would not be appropriate, but it was not impossible.

It's just that the man in front of him needs to be more patient.

A thin moon, hanging in the sky. The silver moonlight shone through the leaves of the trees in the woods, shining on the two of them.

Not far away, there was already a faint sound of talking, and sporadic firelight flickering.

It seems that they are about to catch up.

Song Huaci's heart sank, with a hint of anxiety on his face.

The man had already noticed it, and immediately got up, and his eyes were so dark that he almost fell to the ground.

Song Huaci's eyes were quick, and he hurriedly stepped forward to hold his arm. Hastily asked, "How are you?" Can you still hold on? ”

A cold light flashed in the man's dark eyes, and he said, "I can't hold on for long!" ”

The heart of the Song Painting Temple is tight, and at the end of the east, west, and north are the tall walls of the Great Xiangguo Temple, which is almost a dead end. Only the river in the south still has a glimmer of life.

"Come with me!" She put the man's arm on her shoulder and helped him along.

The night was like a thick ink that could not be dissolved, covering their whereabouts all the way.

There is the sound of flowing water nearby, and you can smell the damp grass and trees.

The two of them stood by the river, breathing a little unsteadily. Sweat oozed from the man's head. His wounds were bleeding all the time, and his strength seemed to be a little exhausted.

The Song Painting Temple was the first to jump into the water. The river was so bitter that she shivered from the cold.

She stretched out her hand and said, "Hide in the river, those people will definitely find out!" ”

Listening to her determined tone, the man somehow believed her. Jump into the river without hesitation.

There is darkness as a cover, and there are some dense aquatic plants floating on the surface of the river.

Both of them held their breath at the same time and submerged in the water.

Soon, the sound of footsteps and the whispers of swearing were heard.

"Damn, this kid is running so fast! The brothers searched carefully, and Lao Tzu didn't believe that such a big living person could disappear out of thin air! ”

"Lord Dazhai, there is a river here, will that stinky boy swim away along the river?"

The Song Painting Temple listened to their conversation clearly, and couldn't help but tighten in his heart. The man's head rested heavily on his shoulder, his hot chest pressed against his back.

Already feeling his faint heartbeat, Song Huaci was faintly anxious in his heart.

The man didn't last long, and if this group of people went down to the river, they would surely find them hiding here, falling into their hands, and they would surely die.

"Humph! No way, the kid was already badly injured and didn't have the strength to swim at all. ”

"The lord of the village, the lord of the village, come and take a look, ...... here"

The group of men in black followed the direction from which the voice came and walked quickly to find out.

Song Huaci obviously felt that the man's body was gradually sinking, and hurriedly locked his lean waist.

The dense forest on the banks of the river was so quiet that there was not a trace of fire to be seen.

After making sure that the group of black-clothed people would not come back, the Song Painting Temple quietly surfaced, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the man on his shoulder was unusually pale, his lips were pursed, and his eyes were closed.

She thought badly to herself, so she dragged the man ashore with great difficulty, and looked around to see if there was a place to rest.

The clothes on the two were soaked, and one was seriously injured and unconscious, in order not to attract the attention of others, the Song Painting Temple immediately dispelled the idea of starting a fire.

Scouring around to find a tree hole that can accommodate two people, the cave has a limited amount of space, and it is better to withstand the cold wind of the night.

Before settling into the tree hole, the man opened his eyes faintly, his dark eyes were like obsidian, with a strange light, and he carefully looked at the Song Painting Temple.

She unbuttoned his coat by herself, raised her eyes and said quietly: "Don't get me wrong, your injuries are serious, and if you don't treat them in time, you will festering and inflamed." ”

The man was silent for a moment, bowing slightly.

Watch her clean her wounds with her hands and feet, and apply hemostatic herbs to the wounds. Paint-like eyes, serious and persistent.

His eyes are clear and bright, and he can't see a trace of distraction.

Meng Zhaoyan's heart warmed, arousing curiosity about her.

Seeing that she is not very old, about thirteen or fourteen years old, she is dressed very plainly, and she has the style of a small jasper. But she has the courage to stay in danger, which is not owned by ordinary women.

Let's see that although her way of bandaging her wounds is a little strange, she is extremely skillful. If you don't look at her slightly immature face, Meng Zhaoyan may misunderstand that she is a doctor who has been practicing medicine for many years.

The forest breeze blows, and the leaves rattle. The cold moonlight shone on the two of them.

Hearing that his breathing was gradually getting heavier, and he felt that the two burning sights on his body disappeared, Song Huaci's eyes were slightly raised, and his bare hand touched his forehead, which was hot.

Feverish! Her brow furrowed, and she pondered.

There was no antibiotic to fight, let alone a fire for him to keep warm, so Song Huaci gritted his teeth and had to use the most primitive method to warm him.

stripped off his clothes, leaving only a middle coat, and his soft body was clinging to his body.

The two hugged each other and soaked up the warmth of each other.

The moon was in the middle of the sky, and Meng Zhaoyan opened his eyes suddenly, and his body was being held tightly by the Song Painting Temple, unable to move.

Looking down, I only saw half of her delicate side face, her long and thick eyelashes, the tip of her nose, and her fair neck.

He stiffened, his eyes looked slightly restrained, and he reached out and gently touched the back of Song Huaci's neck, causing her to fall asleep.

Walked out of the tree hole and blew three long whistles, and after a while, a group of black-clothed secret guards with well-trained martial arts and martial arts quietly came and knelt in front of Meng Zhaoyan.

"The subordinates are late to save the car, please forgive the prince." The Dark Guards pleaded guilty in unison.

"It's not too late. The incident happened suddenly, and the king did not arrive at the agreed place in time, no wonder you. However, if there was no such woman, this king would have ...... long ago Her identity must be found out to this king. After Meng Zhaoyan finished speaking, he glanced back at the Song Painting Temple that was sleeping, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but smile.

"Yes! Subordinates obey! "Comforting and respectful.

Meng Zhaoyan thought of the people who were chasing and killing him tonight, frowned slightly, and a trace of slaughter crossed his eyes, only to hear him ask in a deep voice: "Those mountain bandits who chased and killed this king tonight have all been resolved?" ”

"Back to the prince's words, everything has been resolved, and even the corpse has been disposed of cleanly. The carriage had already been prepared for the prince at the foot of the mountain, and he was waiting for the prince to come down the mountain. The Dark Guard reported respectfully.

Meng Zhaoyan nodded, walked straight towards the Song Painting Temple, and unlocked her acupoint. Fingers rested on her slightly cool face, and her eyes were deep, staring at her sleeping face

A faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and when she saw a little stain on the tip of her nose, she raised her hand and gently wiped it off with her fingertips.

The secret guards behind him were all dumbfounded, when had they ever seen the prince treat other women like this?

"Lord Wang, the ugly time is coming, you should go! This woman's identity will definitely be found out by her subordinates as soon as possible! The Dark Guard whispered.

Only then did Meng Zhaoyan get up and disappear into the night with the group of secret guards.

When the Song Painting Temple woke up again, the sky was bright, and the golden sunlight hit the green leaves with dewdrops, crystal clear and refracted the golden light.

She narrowed her eyes and looked around, and she was the only one left in the hollow, and the strange man who had died last night was long gone. but he left a cloak over her.

The robe is wide, the fabric is worth a lot of money at first glance, and there are cloud patterns embroidered with silver thread on it, and it still has a faint aroma of herbs.