Outside the wall, the sound of the bowstring crashing suddenly appeared, and Lu Yang suddenly stared at it, and at first glance saw countless cold arrows falling from the wall. (6) ом▓╄→

"Be careful!" Lu Yang shouted, and Lan Jinghui was thunderous. took the sunset and ran into the house.

The embroidered spring knife was unsheathed, and Lu Yang leaped forward, followed closely into the room.

With a palm pushed out, the door was closed.

Cold arrows pierced the façade like a hedgehog, and many arrows pierced the window paper and shot straight into the room. Lan Jinghui was hit by an arrow in his arm, and blood continued to flow.

He didn't care, he just hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and used his body to block all dangers.

"Go through the back door!" Lu Yang moved quickly, leading Lan Jinghui and Xiliang towards the back door.

A small gate in the middle of nowhere, blocked by a rockery.

Lu Yang pushed the rockery away with the force of his palm, "Go from here." ”

Xiliang just shrank in Lan Jinghui's arms, just like everything that had just happened. It had nothing to do with her, she was still holding her broken strings, her expression sluggish. Lan Jinghui took a deep breath and walked out of the small door with her in his arms.

Midori pursed her lips and quickly returned to the happy hall.

Flick your sleeves and overturn the red candle to the ground.

The flaming candle flame quickly burned the curtains. A fire broke out in an instant.

His eyes were slightly cold, and Lu Yang sneered twice. Evacuate quickly.

Outside the small door, a carriage was already ready.

Ying Wuqiu sat in front of the carriage, and when he saw Lan Jinghui hugging Xiliang and going out, he smiled a little contemptuously, "The young general is finally reluctant?" Don't go to the main door this time, go to the wrong door? How, is the bride still satisfied? The wedding with a rain of arrows is really unforgettable! "Female liver introductory talent.

Lan Jinghui's eyes were slightly angry, "What else do you want?" ”

Hear the words. Ying Wuqiu pouted and motioned for him to look back.

Seeing this, Lan Jinghui turned his head.

The manor behind him was on fire, and the raging fire was beeping as it burned. The white silk flew in the wind, and eventually turned to ashes.

"You guys?" Lan Jinghui was slightly stunned.

"If you shouldn't stay, you should go thoroughly. What should be kept, cherish it! Ying Wuqiu got out of the car, "Get in the car, the adults want to see you." ”

Lan Jinghui pursed his lips tightly, and lowered his eyebrows to look at the extremely quiet sunset in his arms.

"Or......" Ying Wuqiu said coldly, "you can go back." The adults commanded that if you are alive, you must see people and when you die, you must see corpses. The shadow guards of the Thirteen Kings are still waiting for you. You can choose to go with the princess. When the time comes, I will take your corpses back to your lordship. ”

The sound fell, and Lan Jinghui quickly got into the car.

Midori came out of the door and saluted to Ying Wuqiu, "Lord Qianhu! ”

"Back!" Ying Wuqiu glanced at the fire that was getting stronger and stronger, and the light under his eyes was a little colder. Every corner of the room is filled with fire oil, and this fire is afraid that it will be difficult to extinguish.

The carriage shook again, but it was not as quiet as the woman in her arms.

Expressionless and glazed, that's what he wants?

Why didn't she say it earlier?

But......

How could he ever give her a chance?

She has always been a person of few words.

has endured it all his life, and love and hate are never easily exported.

It was those words that she had lingered in her heart thousands of times, so that she could remember them word for word, and she could say them to him word for word.

After saying that, the fortress in my heart completely collapsed.

There is no longer a reason to cling to it, and there is no desire to persist any longer.

I forgot about it.

In front of the dilapidated manor, a delicate and luxurious car is parked. It was the Che Luan who commanded the building to stop the Jinyi Guard, the bead curtain hung lightly, and the wisps of fragrance were scattered from the inside out.

Ying Wuqiu got out of the car, approached the front of the car and saluted, "My lord, bring it." ”

There was a low "um" in the car, and then the slender fingertips gently opened the curtain.

The red clothes are as old as ever, and the red gold python pattern is flowing with charming streamers in the moonlight.

As night fell, the dilapidated ruins on one side became more and more eerie. From time to time, jackdaws pass through the air, stirring up a shock. The lintel is dilapidated, and the grass inside and outside the wall is full of grass.

Lan Jinghui let go of Xiliang, thought about it for a long time before handing it over to Lu Yang, and only stepped forward and walked behind the building, "Although you saved us, I won't be grateful to you." ”

The next moment, there was a sudden sharp pain in his arm.

Lou Zhi's hand was holding the arrow that pierced his arm, and with every point he pulled out, Lan Jinghui's flesh was torn by the barbs on the arrow. Blood flowed along his arm.

"I never wanted to save you." In the moonlight, Lou Zhi smiled charmingly, but his face was slightly pale, and his dark pupils became more and more cold, "Even, killing you can make the Lan family the last." ”

"Then why did you save me?" Lan Jinghui gritted his teeth, cold sweat trickled down his forehead, but he didn't move, letting Lou Zhi pull the cold arrow away little by little.

In fact, the cold arrow was quickly withdrawn, but it hurt for a moment.

And slowly withdrawing, it can hurt the bone marrow.

"If you don't die, the Thirteen Princes' Mansion and the Lan family can't really join forces." Lou Zhifeng's eyes were slightly raised, "The value of your life is far more considerable than the value of your death." ”

"Despicable!" Lan Jinghui gritted his teeth.

The next moment, the cold arrow was completely pulled out, and the moment the blood splashed, it also made him fall to one knee in pain.

Blood stained his clothes red, but it did not change the coldness and anger on Lan Jinghui's brow.

"Despicable?" Lou Zhi sneered twice, although his face was not good, he still looked at the blood on the arrow with interest. In the moonlight, the arrows are cold and sharp, mixed with blood, and there is a kind of hazy magnificent beauty.

Lan Jinghui, who squinted at him and struggled to get up, glanced at Lou Zhi's voice was hoarse, if he was a little tired, "What Xi Liang saw and heard back then, and what he encountered, was the real despicability." And you...... Isn't the reason why I regret my marriage because I heard something I shouldn't have heard? ”

Lan Jinghui's eyes widened suddenly, "What nonsense are you talking about?" ”

"Lan Fuguo is in power, and Concubine Yun's harem is in hand. On the eve of getting married five years ago, Concubine Yun discussed with Lan Fuguo that instead of letting Xiliang stay outside, it would be better to marry you first, and then get rid of it quickly, so that in the name of violent death, the disaster left behind by the year can be removed. That's why you won't marry Xiliang as your wife when you die, and you will divorce before you get married. Lou Zhi spoke very slowly.

"How do you know?" Lan Jinghui's face turned pale and covered his bleeding wounds.

Lou Zhi chuckled, "Lan Fuguo's thoughts, can you still hide from this seat?" You don't marry or have children, but you know your father and have the mind to be a minister. Lan Fuguo can't do anything about you, but if you have a child, you can start from the child. ”

Lan Jinghui tensed up, "Did you say enough?" ”

"Presumptuous!" should not ask for a cold drink, "Adults saved your life, you are not grateful, and you do not choose to speak." ”

"Thanksgiving?" Lan Jinghui raised his head and looked at the dilapidated manor in front of him, "Should I be grateful for the desolation here and the disasters left behind, or should I be grateful for Xi Liang who was born in the emperor's house?" ”

"Who is to blame for the lack of people's hearts?" There should be no rebuke.

Lan Jinghui bowed his head, smiled coldly, and there was a bright light floating in his eyes, "People's hearts are insufficient, and their desires are difficult to peace!" In the end, it is impossible to disobey the will of God. He paused, his voice hoarse and low in a voice that he didn't know whether it was because of weakness or despair, "Lou Zhi, why aren't you?" ”

"That's not what I want." The red sleeves flicked lightly, and then looked at the ruins.

Lou Zhi narrowed his dangerous eyes and smiled slightly coldly, "It's a moment, but that's it." Even if it is prosperous, it is only a dilapidation, and it is difficult to escape the fate of the end. Pity is the birth of all things, and mistakes are ashes. ”

"I didn't expect you to see it better than me." Lan Jinghui was a rare calm, looking at the desolation and the vines, "It was once extremely prosperous, but there was a day when it was wiped out." ”

After hesitating for a moment, Lan Jinghui turned his head to look at the picturesque Louzhi, in the moonlight, his face was slightly pale, and he was dressed in a red python robe, which became more and more enchanting. To find this site, please search for "6 Mao" or enter the URL:.