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"And Achu," Zhao Song's voice suddenly became a little lower. [No pop-ups. He stepped forward a little and whispered, "I have a few words, you can help me bring them to her." ”

When the soldiers saw him come forward, they pressed their hands on the hilts of their swords and waited for him. However, when Yan Xun heard this, he turned sideways slightly, and even took a step forward gently.

"You tell her, I ......"

At this moment, a muffled sound suddenly came, and a huge pain came from the chest. I saw Zhao Song pounce violently, and the dagger in his hand was fiercely inserted into Yan Xun's chest!

"Your Highness!"

"Young master!"

"Kill the assassin!"

Zhao Song's face was cold, he pulled out the dagger, swung it down again, and went straight to Yan Xun's heart!

In the distance, the other guards were still far away. Yan Xun held the short knife in his hand, toe a little, and took a step back quickly, but unfortunately the wound on his chest was bleeding too fast, and he was weak under his feet, which made Zhao Song catch up with half of his body in an instant.

It was too late, it was too fast, seeing that Zhao Song's dagger was about to stab Yan Xun's heart, the short knife in the man's hand suddenly rose, and as long as he pulled horizontally, he could cut Zhao Song's throat. In an instant, everything in the past was instantly replayed in front of me, those difficult years, the bumpy past, the young man in a desperate situation and the proud son of the royal sky. In the midst of lightning and fire, Yan Xun's wrist was deflected, and the blade of the short knife slashed across Zhao Song's arm holding the dagger, and slashed off from the shoulder!

With a crisp snap, the dagger suddenly fell to the ground, along with a gushing blood mist and a living arm!

"Ahh The piercing screams suddenly sounded, and Zhao Song fell to the ground, his body curled up, holding the broken arm and struggling and screaming!

Yan Xun also fell to the ground, and a large amount of blood gushed out from the wound on his chest. The guards rushed forward in a hurry, Miss Yu's face was sharp, and she was about to speak, when she heard a cry coming out of the grain and grass cart, and the little soldier in a wide military uniform ran forward crying, and it was the princess of Daxia who followed the Yanbei army all the way - Zhao Chun'er!

Miss Yu's face sank, and she said sharply: "Invite the doctor to come immediately, come on, cut the two of them for me!" ”

"Wait!" Yan Xun frowned, his face was pale, he was dying, and he slowly spit out word by word, "Let them go!" ”

Everyone was stunned, and Ah Jing shouted, "Your Highness! ”

I said...... Let them go! ”

Ah Jing wanted to say more, but Miss Yu stopped him in time. She lowered her head and said to Yan Xun, "Young Master, I will arrange for someone to send them back to Zhenhuang City." ”

Yan Xun nodded slowly, then tilted his head and fainted.

"Your Highness!" Ah Jing shouted, turned around and picked up the battle knife and walked towards Zhao Song.

Miss Yu grabbed him and said in a deep voice, "Do you want me to lose my trust to His Highness?" ”

Ah Jing was stunned for a moment, and shouted aggrievedly: "Girl? ”

"Come on, prepare the carriage and horses, pick ten people, and send two of them back. Heal him, don't let him die on the way. ”

The guards reluctantly went down to prepare. Zhao Chun'er hugged Zhao Song, who was already unconscious covered in blood, with a frightened and dazed expression. This thin girl seems to have been scared silly.

Miss Yu followed everyone into the big tent, no longer looked at the two people outside, and walked to Yan Xun's bed, only to see the man's eyebrows locked, his face pale, and the situation was very dangerous.

The military doctor was quickly invited, and the old man looked at it for a while, raised his head, looked at the people in the field, and finally stopped on Miss Yu's face, and said in a deep voice: "The lung was stabbed, the wound is very deep, and the old man is not sure." ”

Miss Yu looked at the old man and said categorically: "The young master must not have anything, and the gentleman must be sure." ”

The old man frowned, thought for a long time, and finally sighed, "Old man, do your best." ”

On the post road of Xima Liang to the official office of Liuhe County, a team of people and horses were waiting quietly. The moonlight on the horizon was bleak, and the moonlight was white, shining on the team of people below. The procession of tens of thousands of people was silent, without a sound, and each one looked at the official road to the east, as if waiting for something.

As soon as Miss Yu entered the big tent, several men inside suddenly got up, the woman's brows were tightened, but her tone was as calm as ever, "Is there any news coming back?" ”

"Not yet," said a man dressed in a Confucian green shirt, his face sparse, slightly thin, and slightly yellow, "Girl, don't worry, since Mr. Wu has asked us to wait here, there will be no problems." ”

"I'm not worried about ambushes," the woman's face was a little pale, and her eyes had obvious black circles, apparently she hadn't had a good rest for a long time. She rubbed her temples as she sat down in the corner of her left hand and said in a deep voice, "There are our scouts within a radius of thirty miles. I'm worried about the young master's injury, but fortunately, the Dao Cliff came in time, otherwise I really don't know what the use of those quacks is! ”

Several others were similarly clouded. Yan Xun was seriously injured, but insisted on refusing to leave Xima Liang. Halfway through the procession, the unconscious patient woke up, forcibly got out of the car, got on his horse and ran back to the cliff slope. This iron-blooded master is so stubborn and willful, and it is the first time that everyone here has seen it. At this time, no one was not apprehensive, and they were not even interested in talking.

Miss Yu sighed and said to the man in the green shirt: "Kong Ru, how many people and horses have you brought from Daoya, can you settle them properly?" ”

"Bring three thousand people to answer the horses, in fact, you have now entered the jurisdiction of Yanbei. The county guard of Liuhe County in front is Mr. Meng, the southwest money and grain envoy of our big association. ”

Miss Yu raised her eyebrows and asked suspiciously: "Isn't Mr. Meng the private school of the county guard?" When did you become a county watch? ”

Kong Ru smiled: "Liuhe County is a small county, no wonder the girl doesn't know." The previous chief of Yanbei sent by Zhenhuang City was an insatiable guy, and he sold his official position as soon as he took office. Mr. spent a lot of money to buy the official positions in various counties and counties along the way from the imperial capital to Yanbei, for today. ”

"Girl!" Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside the door. Miss Yu hurriedly stepped forward and pulled back the curtain of the big tent. Bian Cang jumped off his horse panting and said, "Sir said that we should stay where we are and wait for him and His Highness to return." ”

Miss Yu frowned, but finally nodded and said, "You take two hundred men and horses back, and if there is anything, report back quickly." ”

"Yes!"

Bian Cang was just about to leave, but Miss Yu suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly shouted: "Bian Cang, who did Ah Jing arrange to escort the thirteen princes of Great Xia back?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone behind him were not good-looking, and even the guards guarding the door showed a trace of anger. The members of these associations were all from poor families, some were declining clans, some were lowly commoners, and most of them were lowly slaves. The Great Xia had a strict hierarchy, tyranny all year round, and the people and the court were alienated, and these people living at the bottom were full of resentment towards the Great Xia. Now that the prince of Great Xia seriously injured his master, but left safely, no one in the entire military camp was resentful.

Bian Cang didn't know that it was not appropriate to mention this at this time, so he deliberately said indifferently: "I don't know very well, let's wait for Ah Jing to come back and ask the girl carefully." ”

Who knew that Miss Yu raised her eyebrows and said in a sharp voice: "Nonsense! If I can wait until he comes back, do I have to ask you? ”

Bian Cang's face flushed, and he rubbed his hands nervously. In front of the most prestigious leader of the Grand Companion Association, he still didn't dare to be too careless, so he had to mutter: "Ah Jing seems to have ordered ten people from the Twelfth Battalion." ”

Miss Yu continued to ask, "Did Ah Jing order it himself?" ”

"Huh?" Bian Cang was stunned for a moment, and then said vaguely, "Yes, yes." ”

"Is it or isn't?"

"Yes," Bian Cang said immediately, "he ordered it himself." ”

Miss Yu took a long breath and said reassuringly, "That's fine." ”

"Girl, then I'll go first?"

"Go ahead."

The sound of horses' hooves started, and the horses left the main tent, and then came to the side of the barracks, ordered two squads, and headed towards the cliff slope of Ximaliang.

The moon was as cold as water, and the air became colder and more silent. Many times, what changes history is just a small lie, the person who said it didn't care, and the person who listened didn't take it to heart. Those little things are like a grain of sand thrown into a big river in front of many earth-shattering things, and no one will pay attention to them. But in the corner where no one paid attention, the small grain of sediment miraculously flowed into the floodgate that blocked the flood, and became the last grain of sand that crushed the floodgate, so the gate was destroyed, the flood came, and people panicked in the face of the disaster, scolding the injustice of heaven, but they did not know that the disaster took root in their own hands.

Bian Cang didn't know that that night, Ah Jing did not personally select people to escort Zhao Song, he was panicked by Yan Xun's assassination, and in a panic, he handed over this inconspicuous task to his subordinates. His subordinate is a martial artist, excellent in martial arts, can wield a two-hundred-pound broadsword, this skilled man thought that the chief of the guard of Ah Jing handed over this inconspicuous task to himself, it was an insult to his ability, so he waved his hand and shouted: Whoever likes to go, go!

As a result, those soldiers who had been oppressed for half their lives, whose families had died tragically under the imperial butcher's knife, and whose hatred of the Great Xia Dynasty was as deep as the sea, rushed to compete for this task.

In the end, the ten soldiers with the highest voice, the most resolute attitude, and the most tenacious eyes won this honor and took on this great task, escorting Zhao Song and Zhao Chun'er all the way back to the Zhenhuang Imperial Capital.

Everything, here a turn.

Career, love, including fate. "Young master," Wu Daoya slowly walked up the hillside, dressed in a cyan cloak, his eyebrows were sparse, his sideburns were like frost, his steps were still very steady, and his voice was a little hoarse, "It's windy here, go back to the tent and wait." ”

"No," a deep voice sounded slowly, as if a cold wind was blowing through the woods, with such thick tiredness and heaviness. The weather was not cold, but Yan Xun was still wearing a big fur coat with white fur, and the tail of the white sable was wrapped around his neck, making his face more and more pale as paper, without blood. He leaned back on a deck chair converted from a stretcher, his legs were still covered with a thick white satin quilt, and sighed softly, "Let me blow the wind of Yanbei well, it's been many years." ”

He didn't finish his words, but Wu Daoya knew what he meant by this sentence for many years. Mr. Wu nodded and agreed, "Yes, it's been many years. ”

Yan Xun suddenly laughed in a low voice: "When I was in the imperial capital, I always told Achu that the wind in Yanbei is sweet, because it smells like snow lotus flowers back on the mountain. But now, I can't smell it, and if she does, I'll blame me for lying to her. ”

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