Hanyue sat in the carriage, and her mood seemed a little low.

"Yue'er, if you miss your father-in-law and mother-in-law in the future, you can come back to see them at any time." Nangong Jing knew that Han Yue was in a bad mood because of parting with her parents, so she comforted her thoughtfully.

Han Yue suddenly raised her head, her eyes looked at Nangong Jing in a daze, her eyes were crystal clear, full of gratitude, "Thank you, Lord Wang." "According to custom, after a woman gets married, she is a member of the man's family, and she can't run to her mother's house twice in three days, which is not in accordance with the rules, and she will be laughed at if it is spread out. Now that Nangong Jing is saying this to her, it is undoubtedly the greatest support and tolerance, how can this make Han Yue not moved.

Nangong Jing looked at Han Yue's delicate appearance with pear blossoms and rain, and reached out to hold her in his arms with infinite pity.

"I would like to thank the prince for speaking with my father today, I can see that he is really happy." Han Yue leaned on Nangong Jing's shoulder and said.

"Fool." Nangong Jing indulged in a pampered touch of Han Yue's cheek.

At this moment, with a neighing of horses, the carriage suddenly stopped, and Han Yue, who was sitting in the car, was defenseless and stumbled forward, but fortunately, Nangong Jing quickly grabbed it.

"Lord Wang, what happened?" Hanyue asked with a sigh of relief.

Before Nangong Jing could answer, the sound of swords intersecting and the screams of Shisu sounded outside the carriage. More than a dozen black-clad assassins flanked from both sides.

"There are assassins, the prince is leaving." Ling Feng roared loudly as he fought the assassins.

"Yue'er, stay in the car, don't come out." After Nangong Jing finished explaining this sentence, he got out of the carriage with his sword.

After all, Han Yue is a weak woman, and the first time she was assassinated, she was also a master of the six gods at once, her body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and her hands were clenched. "Zi Mo and Zi Su are still outside." Thinking of this, Han Yue hurriedly lifted the curtain to find them.

These assassins are very skilled, but the palace guards are also well-trained, and for a while, the two sides are entangled together, but no one notices Hanyue's side.

The two girls were hiding behind the carriage, hugging each other tightly. "Zi Mo, Zi Su!" Hanyue anxiously shouted their names, and the two of them saw Hanyue's eyes lit up, as if they had seen a savior, and they rushed over. Cold Moon reached out and pulled them into the carriage.

"Miss, I thought I'd never see you again." The two little girls clung to the hem of Hanyue's skirt, their bodies trembled like chaff, and Shisu was scared and cried.

Hanyue herself was very scared, but at this moment she had to be calm, "Okay, it's okay, you guys hide in the carriage, don't go out, you know." The two girls listened to Han Yue's words, and the chicks nodded again and again as if they were pecking rice.

Cold Moon left her position and slowly moved forward, "Miss! Zi Mo couldn't help but shout when she saw Han Yue's movements, Han Yue turned around and made a shushing gesture, handing her a reassuring look, and then she quietly moved to the window, carefully lifting the corner of the curtain and looking out.

The battle outside the car was very fierce, there were many casualties on both sides, the rain mixed with blood flowed all over the ground, and the air was also filled with the smell of blood, this scene made Han Yue can't help but gause.

Han Yue searched for Nangong Jing's figure in the crowd, and at this time he was entangled with a man in black. Nangong Jing wanted to stab him with a sword, but the man in black turned around and quickly dodged away. The man in black jumped up in the air and slashed down with a sword, and Nangong Jing blocked it with a backhand. Nangong Jing's martial arts are not weak, and the martial arts of this man in black are also quite high, Nangong Jing's every attack he can take, and the two have been fighting so far.

Four of the palace guards died, five men in black died, and Ling Feng was fighting to the death with the rest of the guards. Hanyue looked at the battle situation outside the window and was very nervous, and her nails were digging into her flesh without knowing it.

At this time, she saw that a man in black was quietly approaching Nangong Jing from behind, and Nangong Jing was fighting with another man in black, completely unaware of the danger behind him. Han Yue was shocked, and in a flash of light, she had already gotten out of the carriage and headed straight towards Nangong Jing.

"Lord Wang, be careful!" At the same time as this sentence was shouted, the sword of the man in black had already slashed towards Nangong Jing, and at the last moment, Han Yue didn't have time to think about anything, and stepped over to block behind Nangong Jing, and the man in black slashed down with a sword and slashed at Han Yue's left arm, Han Yue's clothes were cut open with a big hole, and the wound instantly bled like an infusion.

Nangong Jing was horrified, seeing the wound on Han Yue's arm, his heart suddenly burned with anger, and a sword stabbed over, directly piercing the heart of the man in black, this sword was extremely powerful. Seeing this, Ling Feng hurriedly came to support.

"Lord Wang, you're fine...... Good ......" After saying this, Han Yue fainted, and her little face, which was already pale due to excessive blood loss, looked even more colorless under the rain at the moment.

"Yue'er, Yue'er." Nangong Jing hugged Han Yue tightly in his arms and shouted anxiously, only to feel heartache.

"Chong, ......" At this moment, a large number of armored soldiers appeared at the corner of the street rushing towards this side. It turned out that Jing Zhaoyin received a report from the people, so he hurriedly brought people over. The battle quickly became clear, and the remaining three men in black were captured.

"The minister is late for help, please forgive the prince!" Jing Zhaoyin knelt on the ground and pleaded guilty.

"Well, it's none of your business, get up. The princess is injured, and the king wants to go back to the house first. The rest is up to you. Nangong Jing didn't bother to say anything to him at this time, and glanced at Jing Zhaoyin absentmindedly.

"Obey." Jing Zhaoyin was secretly frightened, and couldn't help sweating profusely, but no one noticed it mixed with the rain.

Nangong Jing got into the carriage with Hanyue in his arms, and the carriage galloped towards the palace.

King Jing's Mansion, inside Hanyu Xuan.

Han Yue lay on the bed with a pale face, beads of sweat on her forehead running down her cheeks, her eyebrows locked, and she looked very pained. An old man with a white beard was treating him at his bedside. Nangong Jing looked at it, looking anxious, and could only pace back and forth in the room. The maids and ladies stood and waited one by one, trembling, and they didn't even dare to come out.

"Doctor, how is Yue'er?" Nangong Jing looked at Han Yue, who was still unconscious lying on the bed, frowning, and his face was full of worry.

"Back to the prince, the princess is weak and still in a coma due to excessive blood loss, and the bleeding from the wound has now stopped. Fortunately, this sword did not hurt the muscles and bones, only skin trauma, and there was no major problem, and it could be recovered after a period of cultivation, please rest assured. The old man replied respectfully, "The contemptible man will go and prescribe medicine for the princess first." ”

"Then there is Dr. Lao, you must use the best medicine, and don't leave scars." After listening to the doctor's words, a big stone in Nangong Jing's heart fell. "Chunqin, follow the doctor to prescribe medicine."

"Yes." The maidservant and the doctor went out of the inner room.

Nangong Jing sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to caress Han Yue's forehead, "Yue'er, you are really stupid. Nangong Jing had mixed feelings in his heart at the moment, he didn't expect that such a weak woman as Han Yue would even disregard her own life in order to protect him at an emergency moment, how fortunate she was to have this wife in this life.

Nangong Jing stared at Han Yue for a long time, and there was a trace of unknown emotion between his eyebrows, as if he was melancholy and guilty, and then he sighed, almost inaudible.