The snow was heavy, and a little emerald carriage moved in between.

But the more he walked, the more cold sweat broke out on the coachman's forehead. The snow in the pavilion is elegant, but in this winding mountain, it has become a giant beast that traps people.

He didn't dare to tell the people in the car, so he had to bite the bullet and continue to catch the car.

Ruan Yuyi just got out of the car, calling the wind to blow, but she was not sleepy, and at this time she was holding a piece of plum candied fruit in her mouth, and she opened a corner of the curtain and poked out.

Behind their carriage, there was only a blank patch, and the guards were gone.

She checked it for a while, and her heart sank. She withdrew her hand holding the curtain and looked at Jiang Huaiyang, "Your Majesty, the people behind seem to have lost it." ”

The mountain road is winding, and it is covered by heavy snow, which is indeed very easy to lose.

As if in response to her, the carriage came to a sharp stop. She didn't notice anything, and leaned forward, but fortunately he reached out and grabbed the person, so that she didn't fall.

There was a rough threatening sound faintly outside, vaguely and vaguely I could only distinguish that it was not official dialect, and the accent was extremely heavy, so I could only barely listen to it half-guessed.

His eyebrows sank, as if frost and snow had been condensed, and his whole body was cold. He told her to stay in the carriage and not to go out, and he got out of the carriage himself.

Ruan Yuyi realized that they might have met a mountain bandit, and pursed her lips in silence. She pressed her hands to her heart, feeling the uneasy beat.

Mu Xiang, who was sitting in front of the car, looked frightened and lifted the curtain and came in.

She hurriedly asked, "What's going on outside?" ”

Mu Xiang frowned deeply, hesitated, and said, "There are a lot of people, but the slave and maid look at Your Majesty...... Seeing that the son is still at ease, the lady is at ease. ”

But the coachman was a coward, and when he saw that the situation was different, he planned to abandon the car and leave, but the mountain bandits were not willing, and a dagger was thrown, and the coachman fell off his horse, and there was no more sound, and the look of horror on his face was still frozen.

Her eyebrows jumped suddenly, and only by holding Mu Xiang's hand could she get better.

Mu Xiang whispered in her ear, "It'll be fine, miss." ”

She nodded, her eyes downcast, not knowing what she was thinking.

The shouting and cursing outside became more and more noisy, and if you listened closely, you could faintly hear the sound of flesh being torn apart.

At this time, she realized that Mu Xiang's "there are a lot of people" is such a lot.

She tried to lift the curtain to make sure he was okay, but her hand suddenly stopped. She couldn't lift it, didn't she tell the thieves that there were people in the carriage?

She curled up her fingertips.

For the first time, she hated herself for not knowing martial arts, if she had half of Bai Zhiyu, although she might not be able to help him, at least she could protect herself and Mu Xiang.

Suddenly, the curtain of the window was lifted, and a face with a high nose and a wide face appeared.

"Ah, isn't there anyone else?" The thief laughed stupidly, and tilted his head as if to say something to his companion, and could only vaguely distinguish "beauty" and the like.

Under extreme fright, she couldn't even scream, but Mu Xiang pulled her, and the two of them seized the opportunity to escape from this cramped, dead-end car from the front.

She glanced sideways slightly, there were already a lot of corpses on the ground, and the so-called rivers of blood flowed like that.

Jiang Huaiyang was surrounded in the middle, but there was no sign of weakness.

With his back to her, he stood between the thieves with a scimitar in his hand, his back straight. The blade shone with a cold light, and it was terrifying to watch.

Although she couldn't see his expression, she could almost imagine the sneer on his lips, and the white jade face was splashed with the blood of thieves.

The thief approached her step by step, and she didn't have time to think about it, and called out in a lost voice, "Your Majesty! ”

The boy in the dark clothes between the corpses really looked back, but it was too late, and there was an exclamation of Mu Xiang in her ears, and she turned her face to see that behind her was a long steep slope, lined with wood and stones, and she didn't know the end.

She reached out to pull the wood incense, and the fingertips of the two of them just missed it.

Look at the thief again, he hooked his lips sadly, and he didn't know what to say. Just looking at his look, I also know that it is not a clean word.

His revealing gaze made her uncomfortable, and seeing him stretch out his hand, Ruan Yuyi subconsciously took a step back.

She stepped into the air, and for a moment there was only a blank in her mind.

Her body hit the trunk of the tree and continued to slide down. Sharp pain enveloped her back, but it didn't last long, as her arm was grabbed by a strong hand, and she was swept into an embrace.

In the dim vision, she could only see the scene in front of her constantly turning upside down.

There were a few low muffled grunts in my ears.

.

Ruan Yuyi woke up with severe pain, and when she opened her eyes, she was still white.

She leaned against a tree trunk and propped herself up, not a thick snow under her hands, but a feathered forged feather with some body heat.

"Awake?"

Jiang Huaiyang sat on her knees, saw her wake up, probed her forehead, and did not feel the abnormal temperature, before retracting his hand with satisfaction.

She reacted for a moment, and the situation in front of her really appeared in her mind one by one.

She looked around and asked, "Is Muxiang here too?" ”

A muffled voice came from the other side of the tree, "Miss, here." Ruan Yuyi poked her eyes and saw that she was only a little bruised and fine, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that not to mention that there is no food and no food, and I don't know when Wen Pheasant and the others will find it, even on this snowy day, staying here all the time is not a way to stay still. They had to find a nearby village as a place to settle before they could do anything else.

Because a few of them had moved, they did not linger any longer.

The snow was extraordinarily thick and soft, and every time she stepped down, she sank into her calf, Ruan Yuyi walked hard, and unconsciously, she fell a lot behind Jiang Huaiyang.

She looked up, pursed her lips, and pulled her foot out of the snow, intending to move on.

As he walked, the little lady beside him disappeared. He stopped and looked back, and sure enough, he saw that she was struggling with the snow. He stretched out his hand to her, and the little lady got on it, and the man was pulled out of the snow and crashed uncontrollably into his arms.

I don't know if it hit the bridge of her nose or what, her eyes were slightly misty.

She took his hand and kept walking, but her eyes were downcast, what if they couldn't go out again?

It was getting darker. The sleeves of the two intersected, and their bodies touched lightly from time to time as they walked.

Looking up, the snow was so long that it almost reached the gray horizon.

I don't know the end, I don't know the direction.

Snow beads were wrapped in a thick layer of despair, grabbing her. She had been walking for too long, her legs were a little sore, and the hand holding his arm was a little weaker.

was obviously very tired, and knew that as long as she spoke, she could probably ask a few people to stop and rest, but she pursed her lips tightly and refused to shout.

"Childe, madam, ahead—" Mu Xiang said in a hoarse voice.

She looked up and saw a few wisps of cooking smoke rising from the thick snowy forest.

Tear-jerking.

(End of chapter)