Ye Zhiwei's riding skills were already poor, and in the night of heavy rain, she couldn't see the direction clearly.

But she could hear the sound of horses' hooves speeding through the forest behind her, getting closer and closer.

She gritted her teeth, raised her dagger, and stabbed at the mount beneath her.

The horse neighed in pain, and rushed forward with its hooves raised as if it were mad.

Ye Zhiwei clung to the reins, but she couldn't shake off the pursuers behind her, she turned her head and saw a black figure faintly flashing in the forest.

Brute! These people were really sent by the prince, could it be that the prince still doesn't know the situation in the twilight of the wind, so he sent someone to test her?

Is it true that she can't run away this time?

She was not reconciled, because she had not yet brought the painting bone incense to him.

She believed that he had been waiting for her, how could she die in such a place!

A thunderbolt suddenly sounded overhead, and because it was a little close, she was frightened and leaned down on her horse.

With a "whoosh", something passed by her.

There was a scream behind him, followed by the sound of someone falling from his horse.

Ye Zhiwei turned her head in disbelief, what is the situation!

"Boom, Boom......"

A few more sounds, and someone fell off the horse one after another.

Just as her horse was galloping under a tree, a pair of large hands suddenly reached out from her head, grabbed her by the shoulders, and pulled her off the horse.

She screamed in fright.

"Miss Ye, please forgive your subordinates for being late." The man carried her to the ground.

Ye Zhiwei saw the person in front of her clearly, "Tsing Yi? ”

Tsing Yi circled his fingers, put them to his lips, whistled, and several black figures fell out of thin air from the forest.

"Protect Miss Ye." Tsing Yi commanded.

Several men in black stepped forward and surrounded her.

Ye Zhiwei felt a little weak in her legs at this time, and almost collapsed to the ground.

The pursuers behind had already come close by this time.

"Who should I be, it turned out to be Lord Tsing Yi." Shan Xianting urged him to come forward, with an arrogant smile on his face, which was completely different from the humility he had shown in front of Ye Zhiwei and them before, "Lord Tsing Yi doesn't follow the prince to the south, I don't know what to do in the wilderness in the northwest?" ”

"Just passing by by accidentally." Tsing Yi Mu Ran said, but his right hand quietly stretched out behind his waist, holding the hilt of the long sword.

"If Lord Tsing Yi can hand over that woman to us, I can treat it as if I haven't seen you today." Shan Xianting smiled and pointed to Ye Zhiwei behind Tsing Yi.

Tsing Yi was silent, and slowly drew the long sword at his waist.

"What? Lord Tsing Yi refuses to give me this face? Shan Xianting became more and more proud, "I believe that the ministers of the DPRK and China will definitely be interested in the whereabouts of the prince." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a white light flash in front of him, and Tsing Yi's figure had pounced on him like a ghost.

"Kill." He let out a low shout, and the secret guard behind him instantly followed him, and the sharp blade in his hand attacked Shan Xianting and the others.

"Bold! You dare to kill the imperial court officials......" Shan Xianting shouted, "Do you know what the crime of killing Jin Wuwei will be?" ”

Tsing Yi was silent, and the only thing that could answer the other party was the long sword in his hand.

When he came, the only order given to him by the prince was to bring Miss Ye back safely and kill all the enemies who were watching her.

The rain was pouring down, and the blood was pouring on the ground in the forest.

Shan Xianting stared in disbelief, staring at Tsing Yi and slowly walking towards him, the long sword in his hand reflecting his frightened face.

"No......" Before he could finish his words, Tsing Yi sent the sword over.

Shan Xianting lowered his head, only to see that Tsing Yi's long sword had already sunk into his abdomen.

He looked away and looked at Ye Zhiwei behind him.

Ye Zhiwei was drenched in the rain at this time, and she couldn't stop shivering, but she didn't avoid his gaze.

There was no timidity in her eyes, just endless ridicule and coldness.

Shan Xianting suddenly felt a little deflated.

When His Royal Highness the Crown Prince gave him this task, he still felt that it was a bit overkill, dealing with a thirteen or fourteen-year-old woman, he didn't need so many people at all, and he could do it alone.

He will coax her to take him obediently to the prince of Nanwang......

But before it could begin, it was about to end here.

Tsing Yi jerked back his sword.

Shan Xianting's body shook a few times in the rain, and he fell to the ground, splashing a large amount of muddy water.

Tsing Yi returned the long sword in his hand to the sheath, and the dark guards behind him also collected their blades.

Ye Zhiwei was soaking wet, and even her speech seemed a little trembling, but the first thing she said was, "Where is the prince now?" ”

Tsing Yi said: "My subordinates came to pick up Miss Ye to Pingcheng on the order of the prince. ”

Ye Zhiwei followed Tsing Yi and rushed to Pingcheng overnight.

Tsing Yi left dozens of secret guards to take care of Xiaolian and them, and Ye Zhiwei took the lead with him.

It took them only two days to reach Pingcheng.

Tsing Yi jumped off his horse in front of a secluded courtyard in Pingcheng and took Ye Zhiwei in.

From the outside, it is just an ordinary house, and the old wooden door still has traces of the Chinese New Year when the blessing characters and couplets were posted.

But when she entered the inside, Ye Zhiwei found that this place was completely different from the appearance.

There are more than a dozen guards standing in the courtyard, which can be called a post at five steps and a sentry at ten steps.

Tsing Yi took her directly into the inner courtyard, there were three main rooms, and there were two small stoves under the porch, on which were placed medicine jars, bubbling and bubbling, and the air was full of bitter medicinal fragrance.

Ye Zhiwei's heart couldn't help but twitch.

Tsing Yi stood outside the door and did not enter the door, but called softly: "Mr. Cui? ”

After a while, Mr. Cui came out of it and shook his head when he saw Tsing Yi.

Tsing Yi said in a low voice: "I brought Miss Ye here, is the prince still awake?" ”

Mr. Cui frowned and said, "The prince vomited all the medicine he drank, and he tossed for a long time, and this will just stop." ”

Tsing Yi hesitated, not knowing whether he should go in and report to his master.

Ye Zhiwei said hurriedly: "I don't know what kind of illness the son is suffering from, can you let me in?" ”

In Mr. Cui's eyes, she is just a woman, although she has a marriage contract with the prince of Nanwang, but this kind of thing should be avoided as much as possible.

Seeing Mr. Cui's displeased face, Tsing Yi said in a low voice: "Let's let her in, the prince specially ordered me to bring her over, it's not good to not even let her see her." ”

Only then did Mr. Cui move his steps and give up the position at the door.

Ye Zhiwei walked into the room, Feng Duhan was wearing a wide-sleeved middle shirt, lying on the kang near the window, motionless, his chin was more pointed than when he left Beijing, and his face was pale and bloodless.

Ye Zhiwei only felt that the blood all over her body was cold, and she couldn't believe that he was really sick.

She walked over softly and put her hand over the back of his.

It's cold, like holding a block of ice.