Not far from the Aoyama were three large, well-armed ships, from which the rain of arrows was fired. There was even a thick and powerful crossbow more than a meter long that shot over with a fireball, nailed to the hull of the ship, and under the huge momentum, the Qingshan swayed.

The Marquis of Yongping actually used ordnance! Maybe the people on the boat opposite are also from the military!

Yongping Hou is ruined, and she will be put to death at all costs. As long as she was dead and everyone on board was dead, he could always find a plausible explanation.

The temptation of power has brought him to the point of madness.

Han Youning began to worry, this kind of strong crossbow is a siege weapon, it can be nailed into the stone wall, and it is extremely powerful. The Aoyama was a wooden structure, and even though it was covered with iron sheets, it was difficult to withstand such a fierce attack.

"You don't want to live anymore!"

The door opened, and it was Yu Niang and Ling'er outside the door.

Yu Niang rushed in first, pulled Han Youning away from the window, and pulled the quilt on the ground behind the bed.

"Honestly lie down here!"

Han Youning was pushed to the ground by Yu Niang.

Han Youning didn't want Yu Niang to stand in front of him at the moment of life and death, so he said to her, "Yu Niang, you go back to your room, and everyone can save their lives." ”

Yu Niang snorted coldly, "Naturally, you want to save your own lives, is it possible that I have to die for you!" ”

She glanced at Ling'er, who was guarding Han Youning's side, closed the door and left.

Ling'er has experienced a lot of life and death, and she has calmed down a lot, and she has a burden tightly tied to her, which is their entire net worth.

She was tightly guarding Han Youning's side, if the arrow came from the outside, it would inevitably penetrate her first before it could hurt Miss.

The ship has already burned.

Even though they were in the room, they could smell the smoke outside.

The hull of the ship was tilting, and it was supposed that a strong crossbow had penetrated the bottom of the cabin, and the cabin was flooded.

Now they are on the river, surrounded by tigers and wolves, and I am afraid that there is only one way to die.

Han Youning smiled bitterly, reliving once is not as good as in his previous life.

As time passed, the sun began to set in the west, reflecting through the broken window lattices.

Ling'er said loudly, "Miss, the sound of archery outside has stopped. ”

Han Youning listened carefully, there was no clanging sound outside, but there was a sailor's shout, "The ship is about to sink!" ”

"Put the boat!"

As he spoke, the tilt of the Qingshan was accelerating, and Han Youning and Ling'er rolled around the room, screaming.

The Aoyama capsized.

The cold autumn river water flooded in, and Han Youning once again felt the pain of suffocation.

There was the sound of wood breaking.

Tightly held by a strong arm, she swam outward, and then leaped out of the water, as if flying, and landed steadily.

There was a faint scent of bamboo between the noses.

Han Youning suddenly opened his eyes.

It is a plump and handsome face, with a straight nose, thin lips slightly pursed, and a spring mountain thick color between the eyebrows. A pair of abyss-like narrow phoenix eyes were soaked in the river and blackened like ink, revealing the cold air of the forest.

The cold seemed to be just her delusion, and when her eyes were fixed, she saw that his face was as warm as spring. He leaned over and gently lowered her to the ground, and then draped the blanket handed by his attendant over her and wrapped around her.

His voice was low and mellow, like a thick and gentle wine, "Little girl, but scared?" ”

Han Youning clutched the soft thin blanket tightly and looked at him in a daze.

The young man in front of him had a jade crown with black hair, a jade belt around his waist, and a moon-white brocade robe with dragon cloud patterns was wet and sticking to his body, outlining thin and tough lines, but he was not embarrassed at all.

He stood calmly on the deck of the big ship, with a faint smile on his lips, dignified and elegant.

She seemed to recognize him. With that dragon-patterned brocade robe, she was almost certain to be him—

Uncle of the Seventh Emperor, Zhao Chengyuan, King of Jin.

The only concubine of the Empress Dowager Lu, the most noble prince of the Great Zhou.

She had only seen him a few times in her previous life, and most of them were far away, and she didn't really see him. She only heard about him from others.

She never takes insignificant people seriously, and even if she does, she doesn't take it to heart. If he had changed into ordinary clothes today, she might not have recognized him.

The most real time Han Youning saw him should be the day after her wedding to the crown prince Zhao Chen. Zhao Chen took her and the crown princess Han Qingwan to give tea to the clan elders.

Zhao Chen took Han Qingwan's hand and walked hand in hand, while she followed behind them in a light red dress.

In front of Han Qingwan, who was dressed in red and dignified and solemn, she was like a little maid.

There was even an elder who didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but he scolded her for being a maid who had no eyes, and didn't know how to help the princess get a gift.

Han Qingwan smiled gently and decently, as if she was helping her play a round, "Sister, she was raised in her grandfather's house since she was a child, and she has learned little rules and etiquette. ”

Han Youning still remembers that everyone's eyes at her became subtle and disdainful at that time, because everyone knew that the second uncle who raised her was a businessman.

These high-ranking royal nobles enjoy and chase gold and silver wealth, but they despise the merchants who make money, and always feel that they are full of copper smell, and it is insulting to talk about money all day long.

When Han Qingwan knelt down to give Zhao Chengyuan a tea, Zhao Chengyuan lowered his eyes as if he hadn't seen it, and he didn't take the teacup.

Han Qingwan knelt there holding a tea cup and crumbling.

Zhao Chen felt sorry for his beloved wife, and reminded in a low voice on the side, "Uncle Seventh Emperor, Wan'er has given you tea." ”

Zhao Chengyuan raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhao Chen lightly, his expression was indifferent and cold, "The prince still invites a grandmother from the palace to teach the princess the rules well." This tea is not drunk by this king today. ”

There was an uproar in the lobby.

You must know that in the entire Great Zhou, in addition to the emperor, the most honorable person is this Seventh Emperor Uncle. The first Empress Dowager Lu is the emperor's wife, and she has come to be such a prince as him. And the emperor's biological mother, the current queen mother, was just a concubine at that time.

The crown princess, who was denied by the Seventh Emperor Uncle, was almost equivalent to being labeled as unworthy, and she would be sad in the future.

Han Qingwan's eyes were slightly red, and Chu Chu was pitiful, "Ask Uncle Seventh Emperor, I don't know where the concubine did not behave?" ”

Zhao Chengyuan didn't reply to her word, his fingers lightly tapped the table, once, once, straight to the heart's heart.

Although the crown prince is two years older than Zhao Chengyuan, he respects this imperial uncle very much, and hurriedly reprimands Han Qingwan, "Wan'er must not be rude!" Kowtow to Uncle Huang and apologize! ”

Han Qingwan was very humiliated, pinching her handkerchief and crying, she was scolded by her husband in public on the second day of her wedding, I am afraid that most brides can't stand it.

In front of her clan elders, she didn't dare to disobey the prince, let alone the king of Jin.

Her noble forehead slammed to the ground, not daring to discount it in the slightest, "Uncle Seven Emperors forgives sins, it's the concubine who has lost her honor." ”

Zhao Chengyuan didn't seem to hear her apology, nor did he say anything to let her be flat, only lowered his eyes and admired the folding fan in his hand.

Han Qingwan just knelt there, not daring to get up.