Ye Zhiwei looked at the undercurrent surging in Feng Duhan's eyes, and couldn't help but gasp in her heart, secretly saying that it was not good, this guy wouldn't lose his temper here, right......

Just when she was worried that there would be an accident, Feng Duhan suddenly let go of her hand and stood up, "It's not too early, the three princes will go out with the army tomorrow, so it's better to disperse early." ”

Ye Zhiwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

When everyone saw that the prince of Nan had opened his mouth, they got up one after another, and some people looked at the prince, as if waiting for him to speak.

The prince squinted his eyes slightly, and said casually: "Since this qin has been given to the princess, why don't you be a good person of this prince to the end, and how about sending you a wonderful person who burns incense on the qin?" ”

As he spoke, he looked at the girl beside him.

The female girl lowered her head, her posture was like a willow, and she seemed to be overwhelmed, which made people feel pity.

Burning incense? Is this the rhythm of stuffing people around the wind and twilight? The villain in Ye Zhiwei's heart immediately became alert.

Feng Du looked at the prince coldly, "It's not necessary to burn incense on the qin, there is still a lack of night incense in the prince's mansion, as long as the prince is willing, the prince will laugh." ”

Nightshade ......

The corners of Ye Zhiwei's mouth twitched, and she almost laughed out loud.

Such a delicate beauty is placed in the house, just to serve the night incense, it is really a tyrannical thing!

Everyone couldn't help laughing, but no one dared to really laugh, this kind of thing, the prince of Nanwang really did it.

The prince's face darkened, how could he not know that this was an excuse for the twilight of the wind, but the other party's words had already been said about this, and if he wanted to continue to say it, he would only bring humiliation on himself.

The wind twilight cold sleeves flicked, and left the table in a chic manner.

The carriage left the Three Princes' Mansion.

Ye Zhiwei sat alone in the carriage, lifted the curtain and looked out.

Feng Duhan rode on the horse, and Tsing Yi and the others followed closely to the left and right.

In a few moments the city gate was due to curfew, and they went out of the city just in time to close the gate, ready to go back to the village.

Nan Wangye never sent anyone to call them back, thinking that he couldn't wipe off this face, so she was not in a hurry to go back to the palace, and it was better to live in Zhuangzi.

She was thinking about her thoughts, when she suddenly saw Feng Duhan turn her face towards her on the horse, and in the faint moonlight, her cold face made her heart seem to have a momentary pause.

He looked at her, and there seemed to be something else in his eyes.

Before she could comprehend the meaning of his gaze, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air outside the carriage.

The voice was all too familiar to her.

It was the sound of arrows!

Her heart tightened suddenly, and then she heard Tsing Yi's voice: "There are assassins!" ”

Outside the carriage, there was a sound of jingo crashing, as if clusters of arrows were clanging on the outer wall of the carriage.

She hurriedly lowered the curtain, and a short arrow shot right out of the curtain, and the arrow was still tied with an oilcloth and a flame.

The arrow fell into the carriage and the ground burned.

Ye Zhiwei was busy covering her face with her sleeves, and the carriage was suddenly filled with choking smoke, she wanted to extinguish the open flames, but the oilcloth burned very quickly, and all of a sudden she set fire to other things in the car.

In the smoke, someone quickly lifted the curtain and pulled her out.

She covered her mouth and choked, although she couldn't see the person clearly, but she could feel the breath of the other party, which was familiar to her.

"Are you alright?" Twilight's voice rang out, and he wrapped one hand around her waist and pulled her back with a sword in the other.

On the high slope opposite the carriage, stray arrows kept shooting down, and Tsing Yi and the others kept dialing the flying stray arrows to cover the two of them on the horse.

Twilight Han pulled the kicking cloud with one hand, ready to help her onto the horse first.

But at this moment, a sharp whistle sounded on the hillside, and more than thirty masked men in night clothes jumped out and swung their swords in unison.

Tsing Yi and the others had no choice but to jump off their horses to resist the blows of those people.

A scuffle, with all sides silent.

Tsing Yi and the others didn't ask who the other party was, and the people on the other side seemed to already know who these people they were dealing with, and for a while, the crisp symphony of blades replaced all words.

Feng Duhan helped Ye Zhiwei onto the horse, and with a shake of the long sword in his hand, he pushed away the assassin who rushed over, and the sword was like a swimming dragon, walking up and down in the darkness, and in an instant, several masked people had been put down.

Obviously, the other party was not their opponent in Tsing Yi, so Feng Duhan did not give the order to retreat, obviously they wanted to solve these troubles before leaving.

Ye Zhiwei rode on the body of the kicking cloud black horse, carefully avoiding the two sides of the melee.

She has no martial arts, so she can only try not to trouble them at this time.

Even though Twilight Cold fought with people, she never left her surroundings.

Soon, the masked men seemed to see that they were all protecting the woman on the horse, so they changed their tactics in an instant, and everyone attacked her position.

Ye Zhiwei knew that something was wrong and wanted to retreat, but her riding skills were not good, and she was dazzled by the coming and going of those people, her body was crooked, and she almost fell off the horse.

As soon as Twilight Han flicked off the two sharp arrows that were shooting at this side, he saw that her body was unstable and reached out to help.

At that moment, a short arrow shot from the left side of Twilight's body.

He was reaching out with his left hand to help Ye Zhiwei, if he had stopped his hand he could avoid the arrow, but she would have fallen off the horse, and she had fallen exactly where the short arrow was going.

Ye Zhiwei also knew that something was wrong, but she instinctively reached out and pushed away the wind and twilight cold at the moment of falling.

"Vier!" There was an unconcealed panic in Twilight's voice, he didn't expect her to push him away.

The short arrow whistled sharply through her arm, breaking through the flesh and finally getting stuck in the bone.

The pain came at her like lightning.

However, the first thought that crossed her mind made her somewhat reassured: it was good that the arrow did not reach him.

Twilight stepped forward and grabbed her, reaching out to pinch her arm, which had been pierced by a short arrow, and suddenly there was a feeling of dampness and heat in the palm of her hand.

"I'm fine, don't panic." Ye Zhiwei only felt that the Venus was popping up in front of her, but she didn't forget to comfort him in time, at this time, she was more rational than Feng Duhan, and now the top priority was to get rid of these killers first, instead of regretting the mistake just now.

Twilight squeezed her injured arm tightly, originally to prevent her from bleeding too much, but he pinched it too tightly, which made her break out in a cold sweat.

"You lighter." She gasped.

Feng Duhan's hand loosened with force, but there was a "cluck" sound between his teeth, and even Ye Zhiwei could feel the killing intent bursting out of him at this moment.

The cold and deep eyes seemed to turn into a thousand-year-old well, and the dark and bottomless abyss was filled with a blood-colored mist......

Ye Zhiwei was secretly surprised: It's not good, is he going to lose control again?