Withdrawing his hand, Yu Wei turned his head to look at him and asked, "Do you like poetry?" ”

"I don't like it."

Xie Xiang, who was followed by Confucian scholars all over the world, actually didn't like poetry...

The bewildered firelight reflected the always smiling lacquer eyes.

So why are you writing poetry at this time?

Yuwei didn't ask, but the change in her expression was caught in the eyes of the person beside her.

A chuckle squeezed out from the tip of his nose, like a jade saint in the temple stepping into the mortal world, with a bit of reality.

Yu Wei was immersed in the fleeting smile, dizzy, and didn't know where she was.

Xie Xiang looked at the lights flowing in the river and explained: "Everything you have learned in this life is like this, how can you think of anything else." ”

The voice fell, and no one spoke for a long time, only the noisy atmosphere of the world was mixed.

Seeing her tugging at her fingers in distress, he smiled widely.

He asked, "Why don't you understand?" ”

"I don't understand..."

"Hmm." Xie Xiang turned around, pointed to the bustling street, and asked her, "What do you see on this street?" ”

"There are a lot of snacks."

He said lightly: "What you see is food"

"The cloth merchant boss saw the clothes worn by the people"

"What the doctor sees is whether the faces of the people are good or not."

"What the thief saw was the silver bags that the people wore around their waists."

"The essence is clear, so you understand?"

Yuwei looked at him and nodded.

A generation of literary Confucians, poetry and songs have been engraved in their bones.

He said, "It's getting late, let's go back." ”

"Okay."

She turned down the steps, but noticed that he had not followed, and turned to look at him, who was still standing there staring at her, with a gentle expression.

It turned out to be to let her go alone.

On the opposite side of the bridge, firecrackers were lit again, and a bunch of fireworks exploded into the cold night.

Somewhat strange, she withdrew her gaze and looked at the steps at her feet.

There was a thumping popping sound in my ears.

The scholars who passed by carried the basket on their backs, and the wind swept up the covered corners.

The snow-white light refracted the multicolored fireworks and pierced straight into the side of her eyes.

The footsteps paused uncontrollably, and the wind whistled and blew the broken hair on the cheeks, tickling.

Time slowed down, and she turned her head to look at the scholar's basket, and the corner of her sword was revealed...

On the lively arch bridge, the voices of people were boiling, and the roaring fireworks were endless, which could not hide her heavy voice.

Turning around, she watched the scholar get closer and closer to the people on the bridge...

Unable to control the trembling of her hand, she grabbed the velvet flower close to her ear, and she lowered her voice.

"Don't ask, don't look, don't make a sound, go find Jiang Yu! Fast! ”

The master and servant ran in opposite directions at the same time.

The scholar had already drawn his sword and slashed at the man with a clear breeze and moon.

Xie Zhishu dodged the blade sideways and saw the person running in the direction of the flow of people.

A kick struck the scholar's leg, snatched the sword from his hand, and swung the blade of the sword with his wrist, sticking to his fragile neck.

The frost-white robe was splashed with plum blossoms.

The man fell to the ground with blood gushing from his mouth, and his body was still twitching unconsciously.

No one noticed that the fingertips in her sleeves were pale, and she stood beside Xie Xiang, looking at the red that was gradually spreading on the ground, and her whole body went soft.

Chaos had ensued, and she and he were the only ones standing on the arched bridge.

Blood slid down the blade in a red thread, falling on the stone slab and splashing a few petals.

Xie Zhishu turned his eyes to look at her, and saw that her face was a little bad, so he sighed helplessly and said, "You shouldn't have come back." ”

At this point, it's too late to go.

The free hand slowly lifted up in front of her eyes, covering the bloody scene, and he said, "Don't look at it. ”

It was dark in front of him, and a gentle tone sounded faintly in his ears.

"Follow me for a while, it'll be fine, don't be afraid."

"Okay...", the end of the tone trembled.

He shook his head and smiled, afraid that he would come over like this.

If Yuwei knew that he was extraordinary, she would not look back if she was killed.

Xie Zhishu withdrew his hand, looked at the empty street, and frowned.

Her eyes lit up suddenly, and she squinted a little uncomfortably, and he held her wrist through the fabric.

As he was walking towards the shore, an arrow hit the stone steps at his feet, and the arrow made a flash of fire when it touched the stone.

The footsteps suddenly stopped, and countless black-clothed people poured out.

Xie Zhishu pulled her to avoid a person, cut off the person's head with his backhand, and retreated.

A sword shadow stabbed straight at his back, and she was startled.

"Xie Xiang is careful behind him!"

Hearing this, he turned around and pulled her back to the left.

There were so many people that they could hide once or twice, but they couldn't dodge the third time, and the sword cut through the white clothes, and the blood smeared a patch.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out.

There were corpses lying on the ground, the strength of Yuwei's wrist was slightly tightened, the crescent bone was clearly raised, the frost-white clothes swept in front of him, and his hand was pulled to the shore by a strong force.

The blade of the sword blocked the three of them horizontally, and the hand suddenly released the long sword, and the sword turned in the air, the blade changed direction, and with a sharp swing of the grip again, it cut the throat of the three people.

The warm blood stained the white clothes and sprayed on Yuwei's neck, and her heart beat extremely fast.

After the three of them fell to the ground, there was no obstacle in front of them.

Xie Xiang pulled her off the bridge, she turned her head, and many black-clothed people behind her were in hot pursuit.

A horse tied in front of the restaurant, the reins of which had been cut by a sword.

"It's rude." With that, he rolled over and grabbed her hand.

The world was spinning, and she was already sitting on the horse, her back clinging to his chest, close, the cold fragrance was thick, and his hot breath was in her ears.

After falling for a long time, the majestic city wall is close in front of him, is he going to leave the city?

The sweet green silk is chaotic, and the horses' hooves are bursting.

As if knowing what she was thinking, he said, "We'll be fine today, you don't have to be afraid." ”

Outside the city, where the fingers could not be seen, the horses' hooves sank into the snow, and the backlog creaked.

The hand around her waist tightened the reins. Then he dismounted and picked her off his horse.

Xie Xiang tugged at the reins, and the horse neighed and ran forward.

He took her into the woods, stopped behind the tree, put the hilt of his sword into her hand, and said, "Wait for me here." ”

With that, he turned and walked back the way he came, the sound of snow and leaves growing farther and farther away.

She cowered behind a tree, uncontrollably wondering if he would bump into the Assassin and if he would die.

Suddenly, the creaking sound of the backlog of snow was getting closer, and she clenched the sword in her hand and began to tense.

Footsteps stopped behind her, and in a gentle voice, he said, "It's me, don't be afraid." ”

After saying that, he walked over, and he knew that she was scared.

The two of them sat down together against the tree, and she asked, "What did you just do?" ”

"Deal with the footprints and marks we left behind."

"Hmm...", who was as dull as her, also thought of something wrong, and when he put the lanterns by the river, he only wrote one word on the note of prayer, "Go." ”

He was hinting to let her go, and she was stupidly asking what she meant.

Two clumps of pink flew up her cheeks, and she asked, "Do you know there are assassins?"

"Yes."