Yan Zijin left a book and disappeared, but Xiao Jingyu and others, who were anxious to leave Beihan, were waiting for the attendants to search for them in a hurry.

At this moment, the main lord walked slowly on the embankment, sitting in the pavilion, knocking melon seeds for an afternoon, looking at the Jinshui Temple on the outskirts of the city, and the good men and women who returned from worship.

Suddenly, Yan Zijin's peach blossom eyes lit up, and a masked beauty with a graceful figure came with a basket, and her gestures showed that the style was looming.

On her half-tied black bun, a red agate hairpin was inserted diagonally, and the rest of the soft black hair was half neatly left on her chest and half behind her.

The bloated plain red dress in winter can't hide her delicate curves.

Yan Zijin's eyes became brighter and brighter, and she looked at her dressing up to touch which big family's house came out.

Yan Zijin hurriedly spit out the melon seed shell in his mouth, jumped up to sort out the description, pulled out the landscape fan inserted in his waist, opened it suddenly, and walked leisurely in the direction of the beauty, enjoying the scenery while swaying away.

Red Sleeves bowed her head and walked towards the Pony Mansion in frustration, these days, she would come to Jinshui Temple every day to pray for Han Qing to pray for a Buddha and pray for his madness to be cured as soon as possible.

Red Sleeves was worried about Han Qing who came to Yihongju last night and simply sat for a quarter of an hour and left hastily.

Suddenly, a hard wall of flesh came head-on, and she retreated a few times before she narrowly landed on her heels.

When Red Sleeves came back to his senses, he heard a cry of pain from the ground, "Oops".

It was a young man, dressed in a pale green robe, who fell to the ground in embarrassment, his head bowed and his neck clutched, and his face was not visible.

"Childe, I'm sorry, how are you?" Red Sleeves hurriedly put down the basket in his hand, bent down to pick up the man who was hit on the ground, and asked nervously.

A pair of big autumn eyes, with nervous care, are intoxicating.

Yan Zijin looked up at her with a flurry of eyes, as if he saw Yue Lao throwing countless red lines at him.

Seeing him looking at him blankly, Red Sleeves lowered her head uncomfortably, the injuries on her face were not all healed.

"My foot is twisted, hiss, it hurts-" Yan Zijin saw her avoiding her gaze, and also realized that her mind was too obvious, pretending to cover her ankles, and screaming pitifully.

"Childe, can you stand up?" Because men and women don't kiss, it is inconvenient for Red Sleeves to see his foot injury, so he can only ask verbally.

Yan Zijin bit his lip and shook his head with tears, the red sleeves helped him to jump on one foot, and walked to the Jinshui Pavilion next to him, only to find that the man was slender, about eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his figure was very outstanding.

"Childe, do you have a family member to follow you to Beihan?" The red sleeves helped Yan Zijin to sit on the pavilion chair, and saw that he had a strange face and was dressed elegantly and finely, and he concluded that this person should not be from Beihan.

Red Sleeves looked at the red sun that was about to fall, and saw that no one was asking around and rushed over, so he asked.

Yan Zijin kept his eyes fixed on her, smelling the fragrance of flowers coming from her, and his heart turned.

His peach blossom eyes narrowed, and he replied with a light smile: "I went to Beihan with my eldest brother to do business, and lived in the Drunken Immortal House Inn ten miles away.

This request does not sound excessive, and the Drunken Immortal Tower is about a quarter of an hour away from here.

Although the Drunken Immortal Building is in the south of the city, and the Horse Mansion is in the north of the city, which is the opposite direction, but she knocked down the foot, and after thinking about it, Red Sleeves decided to send people back in person.

"Seeing each other is fate, dare to ask the girl, what is the name?" The red sleeves helped Yan Zijin up, and he put his hand on the woman's shoulder, turned his head and accosted him.

"Han Hongsleeves." Red Sleeves helped him, avoiding the warm breath of the man, curled the corners of his mouth, and replied firmly, with a kind of pride in his tone.

"Red sleeves, red sleeves, under the green light case, red sleeves add fragrance, such a beautiful and elegant name is also suitable for girls, dare to ask who took the name?"

Yan Zijin read the woman's name leisurely in his mouth, his voice was elegant and clear, and the red sleeves saw his handsome and elegant side face, as if someone had gently plucked the strings in his heart.

Red Sleeves glanced away uncomfortably, remembering that when Han Qing was studying the military book late at night, he heard her wish to take a name, put down the book, pulled her who was licking incense and grinding, held her in his arms, and wrote the word Red Sleeves on the paper with a pen.

He smiled gently, particularly charming under the lamp, the red sleeves stared at his handsome face like a dream, and heard his charming voice say in his ear: "The word red sleeves is no longer suitable for you, since you follow me, you will follow my surname."

Red Sleeves remembered the past, his heart was hot, he bent his eyes, and replied with a smile: "It was taken by the family."

Han Qing's meaning to her is as important as family. Even though, he seems to hate her lately and has been avoiding her.

"Presumably, the family of the red-sleeved girl is very literate." Yan Zijin praised and patted the sycophants and said.

"Hmm." Red Sleeves didn't want to reveal Han Qing's identity with a strange son-in-law, and his attitude was a little cold.

Yan Zijin's enthusiasm was not dispelled by her attitude.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyes the white clouds red.

The two slowly walked on the road and walked towards the city, and there were fewer and fewer people around them, and it was the most suitable for lonely men and widows to get along.

Yan Zijin kicked and continued to ask uneasily: "Girl, what is this year?" Can I get married?"

Red Sleeves narrowed his eyes dangerously, sensitively sensing that there were fewer and fewer people around him, and seemed to smell the smell of wind and rain in the air, which was a familiar intuition under the training of the tip of the knife.

"Childe be careful—" Red Sleeves bent down suddenly, dodging with Yan Zijin, and the sudden blade of the knife turned the basket in his hand towards the neat attack of the black-clothed assassin.

"Ah, who are you?" Yan Zijin screamed and fell to the ground, Red Sleeves glanced at his panicked expression, pulled off the red silk around his waist, and protected him in front of him.

Her fighting movements are extremely beautiful and good-looking, as if she is dancing, and Yan Zijin can't help but be a nymphomaniac.

Those masked assassins, as if they didn't expect that a weak-looking woman would have martial arts, and they didn't dare to underestimate her for a while, and cautiously confronted her.

"Do you know who I am, who dares to attack people in this realm." Redsleeves asked coldly, looking at the dozen or so tall masked assassins, the expression under the veil becoming more and more condensed.

"We are looking for you, so let's die obediently today." The assassin fiercely raised his sword and besieged Redsleeves.

Yan Zijin saw the beautiful red-sleeved girl, with one enemy and ten, the decline gradually appeared, and she suffered a few swords, I am afraid that if she goes on like this, she will die under these swords, how to talk about the wind and snow, and she can't help but feel anxious.

Seeing an assassin being thrown to the ground, he took the opportunity to stun him with a stone, snatched the long sword from his hand, used the skill of a three-legged cat, cut a path indiscriminately, ran to the red sleeves, and said to the group of men in black: "You are not men, you dare to bully the less."

Redsleeves looked at this in amazement, raising his sword to protect the man in front of her.

"Don't be nosy, get out of the way, or I'll cut you together." The leader of the Assassins threatened.

"If I hide more today, I won't be a man." Yan Zijin stiffened his neck and said stiffly.

Red Sleeves heard what he said, and couldn't help but look at the man in front of him who looked weak.

"Childe, they are targeting Red Sleeves in this matter, please participate in this matter, so as not to be injured by mistake."

The red sleeves pulled Yan Zijin behind him, waved the long sword he snatched in his hand, and went up to fight again.

But after all, the woman's strength was inferior to that of a man, and she quickly fell behind, and she was cut a few wounds on her body, her red sleeves snorted a few times, and her white fingers covered the deep wounds on her waist, and her face turned a little pale.

Her autumn eyes were dyed with a bit of sadness, and on her slender fingers, blood beads continued to run down her nails, and a few more blood plums bloomed on the ground.

Yan Zijin couldn't help but be in a hurry, pointed behind the assassin, and shouted, "The government is here." While everyone was looking back, he quickly pulled his red sleeves and fled backwards.

The two ran all the way to the outskirts of the city, and a group of men in black gave chase. Soon the two were forced by the Assassins to the edge of a rushing river in the suburbs, with no way back.

Yan Zijin and Redsleeves looked at the approaching man in black, looked back at the turbulent river behind him, and said, "Red-sleeved girl, do you know how to swim?"

Red sleeves bit her lip and endured the pain, covering her bleeding waist and abdomen, frowning and shaking her head, although she was a southerner, she had never gone down the river.

"Believe me, let's go down to the river together." Yan Zijin's eyes were bright, and there was convincing power in them.

Red Sleeves estimates that the horse master doesn't know that she has encountered an enemy now, and if someone is sent out to save her, I'm afraid it will be too late.

The boy next to him obviously didn't know martial arts, and now the two of them were helpless in the face of a large group of menacing assassins.

It's winter now, there are many undercurrents in this river, the danger is very high, the river is cold and biting, the deepest place is about more than 20 meters, looking at his thin body, can he really let himself cross the river safely?

"Jump!"

A large wave of assassins, with their teeth and claws raised, when the two held hands and jumped down the turbulent and icy river together.

No matter what, let God do it!

Red Sleeves closed her eyes tightly and jumped into the river with him, the cold water quickly overflowed her mouth and nose, and she shivered with cold.

Yan Zijin held her hand tightly, grabbed her shoulders, let her come out of the water again, and said with a smile to the stiff red sleeves who didn't dare to move: "Red sleeve girl, you don't do anything, relax, I will take you to swim to the other side of the river."

The Assassin on the shore, who did not dare to enter the water, set up his bow and arrow, and hurriedly shot sharp arrows at the two who escaped across the water.

"Uh......" Suddenly, Yan Zijin screamed in pain, and his steady body sank down.

Redsleeves choked on a mouthful of the icy river water, and when he looked closely, he found a sharp arrow that had pierced his back, staining the river red.

"Childe—" Redsleeves exclaimed.

"Red-sleeved girl, don't be afraid, I'm fine, close your eyes, I'll send you to the other side." Yan Zijin gritted his teeth, surfaced again, endured the sharp stinging pain, sped up, and swam towards the opposite shore.

The arrows grazed the cheeks of the two of them one by one and shot into the water, Yan Zijin hugged the red sleeves tightly, snorted again, took an arrow in his right shoulder, and sank into the water.

After a while, Yan Zijin came to the surface with red sleeves again, and relentlessly surfaced, and comforted her: "Red sleeve girl, don't be afraid, I will definitely be able to take you across the river."

Red Sleeves looked at his pale cheeks, and her heart was very moved, and her tears couldn't help but leave her cheeks, and she whimpered and cried, the gauze on her face had long been washed away by the river.

Yan Zijin looked at her face behind the veil, the pear blossom with rain, and the mood, and said with a smile: "I knew that you behind the gauze must be very beautiful."

Red Sleeves felt the veil on her face and disappeared, and couldn't help but be very ashamed, the scabs on her face had fallen off, and there were still two or three faint pink marks left.

"What's your name?" Red Sleeves looked at the distance of four or five meters to the other side, and felt that the people around him gradually began to be powerless, sinking and floating, and hurriedly asked for words.

Yan Zijin cheered up and replied: "You call me Zijin, my family is good, I am the only son in the family, and I have not yet married, and the red-sleeved girl is willing to marry me."

"Zijin Gongzi, I, I already have a lord." When Red Sleeves heard him, he actually asked him for a kiss, and his fair cheeks immediately blushed, and he said apologetically.

"Ahh

"Then you, then you, have you become a biological baby?" Yan Zijin held a glimmer of hope and asked pitifully.

"No, it's still far away." Red Sleeves shook his head slightly, remembering his embarrassing identity as a maid in the Pony Mansion, his face was a little gloomy.

"Why doesn't that man marry you?" Yan Zijin was a little jealous of the man with red sleeves, she was so beautiful, why didn't she marry her. The blood in his chest couldn't help but surge, his eyes were dark, and he sank into the river in an instant.

Where did Red Sleeves think that he fainted without even saying hello, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, my life is over.