Raising his eyes, the red eye sockets, the mist dissipated, and the clear eyes flashed with a firm and absolute light, so sharp, so cold.

Standing up slowly, she stepped out, under the sun, facing the black-clothed Gong Huangjue, he stood there coldly, the crescent mask on his face, flashing with a cold cold light, and his black eyes, which have always been deep and murderous, but at this moment, if the clear waves sprinkled the softness of the moonlight, moist and soft, bit by bit, refracting a brilliant light.

He stood there, not saying anything, just lightly extending his hand to her.

"Woman, it's time to go home for dinner." The strong eyebrows were slightly raised, and the cold and hard lip line was gently pursed.

Rong Qiao looked at the thick palm he stretched out towards her, and his expression was a little stunned.

"I don't want to eat good food, your friend may already be in the seat."

He said indifferently, Rong Qiao's eyes widened slightly, and then like a wolf pounced on a sheep, he threw himself towards his arm and pulled him.

"Then what are you waiting for, with that woman here, where will it be my turn to eat good food."

That glutton, if you dare to finish my share, God will punish you and kill you by eating!

Gong Huangjue looked at Rong Qiao's angry appearance beside him, that vigorous look, and his slightly condensed eyebrows suddenly stretched.

Perhaps, he didn't like her decadent appearance very much, really, it was better for her to look like she was now.

And Fang Yunyao, who was eating at the dinner table, was suddenly stuck in her throat by a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs.

cough cough cough - cough -

Her face turned crimson, and she scolded secretly, Dead Face Qiao, it must be this woman, she must be cursing her behind her back!

Zhou Jingyao has not come to Prince Zhong's Mansion since that day.

He wanted to stay in the Peony West Building for a few more days to resolve the estrangement between him and Rong Qiao, but suddenly the emperor's secret letter arrived, his expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly packed his bags and rushed to the palace.

When he was about to go to the palace, he instructed Yi Shuihan to protect Rong Qiao well.

When Rong Qiao learned the news, Zhou Jingyao had already left.

Rong Qiao stood on the top of the high mountain, looking down at the handsome young man in the moonlight, and disappeared.

She looked at it, inexplicably, her eyes turned red, and the color of the water moved in her clear eyes.

Yao, cherish! Bon voyage!

She felt inexplicably sour in her heart, and held tightly the jade plate he asked Yi Shuihan to give her, this jade plate representing his identity. On the jade plaque, in the center of the hollow, a flying Yaozi, surrounded by a unique pattern, her fingers gently stroked it, crystal tears, slid down her cheeks, dripping on the word "Yao".

Even if she hurt him, he was still concerned about her safety, and until the last moment, he still left this jade plate that could protect her. She stared at the increasingly blurred figure in her vision, the mist blurring her vision.

She said secretly.

Yao, you shouldn't have been so nice to me, you shouldn't.

You are a member of the Zhou family, you are the dignified fifth prince, and there should not be any involvement between you and me.

I hope that in the future, we will not see each other in the future.

Because, it's better not to see each other than to see each other.

She lifted her sleeves, wiped the tears from her face, turned around and walked back step by step.

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun, sprinkled with orange brilliance, shines obliquely on her face, blurring a touch of melancholy like a lilac, slowly closing her eyebrows, and rippling in her eyes.

Walking in stride, my feet stepped on the mountain road, one high and one low, and the soles of my feet were pierced with some cold and hard pain.

The wind was cold, blowing into the collar, and the neck trembled inexplicably.

Unable to help it, she pulled her collar to avoid the cold wind.

The grass and trees on both sides swayed with the wind, and there was an abnormal breath spreading in the ears.

She stopped suddenly, her clear eyes faintly swept over the grass less than three feet away, and her expression became extremely solemn and indifferent.

The hands at her side were slowly clenched, she held her breath, ready to attack, and just as the breath was about to pounce on her snort, her body was as sharp as a leopard, and she quickly pounced on the grass.

Her hands were like electricity, and at the moment of attack, she grabbed the other party's throat, accurately and fatally.

However, when her gaze drifted over the other party's blood-stained face, the familiar face made her can't help but let go of her hand. How could it be him?

How could he be here?

Her eyebrows condensed, and she looked at his whole body, which was covered in blood, knife wounds, sword wounds, criss-crossed.

Who is it? Who hurt him so badly.

Seeing that his breath was weak, Rong Qiao couldn't care about anything, clasped his hands, picked him up, and quickly headed towards the nearest medical hall.

"Open the door, open the door!" Rong Qiao carried the dying young man on his back and banged on the door of the medical hall vigorously.

A clever boy about seventeen years old went out to visit.

He couldn't help but be horrified when he saw that Rong Qiao's clothes were stained with blood, and there was a young man who had been dyed with blood behind him.

"This girl—" He was about to ask what was going on, but Rong Qiao had already cut off his words.

"Trouble the little boy, it's important to heal the sick quickly."

The little boy looked at Rong Qiao's indifferent and calm expression, he was inexplicably convinced, nodded, and he took Rong Qiao into the inner hall of the medical hall.

In the hall, a white-haired old man, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, saw that the person who came was seriously injured, and hurriedly got up and ordered the child to help carry the injured person up the bamboo collapse.

"An'er, bring Master's medicine kit, quickly." He sat down and commanded.

Rong Qiaomo stood aside and watched quietly as the white-haired old man diagnosed the injuries of the young man on the floor.

Then, he got up, his expression was solemn, the little boy took the medicine box, and the old man took out a row of silver needles from it, and pulled out the slender and sharp silver needles, one, two, three, four, five, and landed on both sides of his temples and three places on the top of his head, and slowly carried the needles.

Uh-huh-

A subtle * sound slowly escaped from the mouth of the young man on the collapse, and fine beads of sweat overflowed on the peak of his eyebrows that condensed into the word "Chuan".

After the old man pulled out the silver needle, his face softened slightly, and the little boy took the candle flame, and the old man took the silver scissors and put them on the candle flame to sterilize, and then cut open his broken clothes, revealing his fatality.

On the wounded chest there were arrows with sharp arrows.

"An'er, bring the anesthetic bag." The old man commanded lightly, and the little boy immediately hurried away, and returned in a hurry, offering the anesthetic bag with both hands.

The old man tore open the medicine bag and gently pressed it on the wound, and the collapsed young man immediately stiffened and gasped. Slowly, the lines of his face, distorted by pain, gradually eased.

The old man saw that the time was almost up, his hand was like lightning, and the silver scissors were unmistakably cutting away the flesh, and when the other party sensed the pain in his bones, the arrow had been pulled out and thrown into the plate beside him. Then the silver thread was threaded, and his movements were swift and swift, and he did not stitch up the wound in three strokes.

Then, he tilted his head slightly and said, "An'er, gold sore medicine." He put down the silver needle.

The boy respectfully offered it, and the old man opened the small jade bottle and sprinkled the white powder on his wound one after another. Once the effect of the drug was exerted, there was a piercing pain that tugged at the boy's nerves, causing him to suddenly open his eyes and sit up as if bouncing.

"What is this place? Who are you? Instinctive precaution caused the long sword at his side to be drawn and put on the neck of the white-haired old man.

"Master." An'er exclaimed.

Rong Qiao came out of the shadows, she stared at him coldly and said, "Qin Xiangyang, put down your sword, if it wasn't for the doctor's dedication to saving you, you would have died just now." ”

Suddenly hearing a familiar voice and hearing his name, the young man suddenly turned his head, and he stared at Rong Qiao in a daze.

The deep dark eyes shook with something shiny.

"Gong-" Before the main word could be spoken, Rong Qiao had already stopped him with his eyes.

"Hello Miss, my subordinates offended just now, and I hope Miss will forgive me."

He flipped down from the collapse and saluted Rong Qiao, who stepped forward quickly and raised his hand to stop him.

"You're hurt, you don't have to." She said lightly, confusion floating in her eyes.

"But how did you get here? And covered in wounds, what happened? ”

Qin Xiangyang looked at the white-haired old man and the little boy, and stopped talking.

What a smart person the old man was, he said lightly: "An'er, help the master dispense medicine." ”

The two of them walked out of the inner hall quickly, and Qin Xiangyang slowly spoke.

"Princess, this is a long story, and it is difficult to say it in a word. It's all because Xiang Yang was too impulsive and fell for the traitor's trick and didn't know it. Now—"

His face was full of grief and indignation, his eyes were red, and his fists were clenched.

Rong Qiao turned around and poured a cup of hot tea, she sat down on the side, raised her hand and patted him on the shoulder, and handed the hot tea over.

"Take a sip of tea first and speak slowly."

Qin Xiangyang's eyes were shining brightly, he took the hot tea from Rong Qiao's hand, pursed his lips, and then began to tell Rong Qiao what happened.

After listening quietly, Rong Qiao's clear eyes, the luster slowly converged, and her eyelids slowly drooped.

I see, no wonder he has so many knife wounds and sword wounds on his body.

Uncle Gao Yunhu did not open the city gate, nor did he send reinforcements, so he alone faced the 3,000 elite soldiers led by Shan Langqing, the general of the Blue Wolf Country, and turned to the four major city gates without a moment's rest.

With his strength alone, no matter how superb his martial arts are, it is difficult to defeat so many enemy soldiers, so Gao Yunhu's move is clearly to let Qin Xiangyang consume his strength alive and die. It's just—

She raised her eyes and couldn't help but groan: "It's just that Uncle Naguo has no grudge against you, why did he put you to death?" ”

She looked at Qin Xiangyang with her eyebrows locked in some puzzlement.

Qin Xiangyang's eyes were as dark as midnight, the water waves shook slightly, he raised his eyes, and his long and thick eyelashes trembled. His parched lips opened slightly, then closed tightly, refusing to say a word.

Can he tell the princess? Just because the princess has a close relationship with him, and the two have a good relationship, that Gao Yunhu is angry with him because he can't get the favor of the princess, he thinks that the princess likes him Qin Xiangyang and refuses to marry him Gao Yunhu, can he tell the princess like this?

Obviously, no.