Behind the crown prince were only Jiang Wulang and the other three Qianniu guards.

Ding Jiu and the rest of the dozen or so personal guards were still waiting at the entrance and exit of the back garden, waiting with the Luan Driver honor guard.

It was the prince who told them not to follow.

Ding Jiu didn't insist, because the inner city of the palace was heavily guarded, and no one was allowed to enter without an edict, and the city was full of Qianniuwei, which was the safest place in the capital.

The Qianniu guards guarding in the distance noticed the anomaly, shouted that there was an assassin, and also drew their swords.

The prince looked up at the gazebo above his head, and said in shock: "There is an ambush!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of black-clad assassins, with crossbows or swords in their hands, all covered their faces, jumped out of the maple forest.

They were silent, and they specialized in stopping and killing the guards of Qianniu.

This group of assassins obviously had accurate information and picked the right time, and when they saw the prince enter Xiaojingshan, they did not hesitate to attack immediately.

The black-clothed assassin with strong martial arts successfully blocked the Qianniu guards who came to support, and the prince only had Jiang Wulang and four other people by his side, and he couldn't help for the time being.

The key is that in the hands of the assassins, all of them are five-shot crossbows, and Jiang Wulang only has a thousand cattle knives on them, and they are not wearing heavy armor.

Soon, two of Jiang Wulang's four of them were killed by arrows.

The situation was very unfavorable for the crown prince.

Xiuniang's heart was beating very fast, she was shocked and scared, it was the first time she had encountered this kind of scene.

She is a noble lady of the family, although she grew up in the family of the god of war, her parents and brothers are against her learning martial arts, saying that it is too hard.

She usually has her own guards when she goes out, but today she is personally accompanied by the prince, and she is only allowed to bring her personal maid Hongyu.

Yuan Zhi's face was pale, in front of these killers with strong martial arts, his two broken brushes had no way to resist at all, so he could only hug Xiuniang's waist and blindly retreat and hide.

A killer rushed to them, and Jiang Gorou cut off his right hand, and the prince picked up the assassin's fallen sword, flew and stabbed him in the chest, kicking him to the ground.

Xiuniang saw an extra corpse on the ground, and the blood hole in her chest was hideous and terrifying.

She exclaimed in surprise and closed her eyes and hid in Yuan Zhi's arms, hugging his bear waist tightly, trembling all over, and her face was pale.

The prince took the opportunity to hide behind a huge rock, with only Jiang Wulang and another guard by his side, and the situation was very critical.

Fortunately, Ding Jiu got the alarm and led dozens of Qianniu guards, armed with five consecutive rounds of riding crossbows, and rushed in with all his might.

Helplessly, these assassins are all dead, their martial arts are strong, and their martial arts are exquisite, Ding Jiu and they just can't rush to the prince's side.

One of the Assassins was shot with two arrows, but still managed to lunge towards the rock.

Jiang Wulang intercepted it, cut down the assassin in a few rounds, and turned to the prince and said:

"We can't stay here for a long time, after the two of us break off here, His Highness quietly retreated along the way, and there are also Qianniuwei there."

Yuan Zhi seems to be aware of this.

The large rock became the target of the killers' desperate attacks.

He whispered to Xiuniang: "Hold on to Lonely, let's retreat quietly." ”

Xiuniang saw the blood on the tip of the sword in the prince's hand, which kept dripping down, and she didn't dare to look at anything again.

The heavy smell of blood spread on the tip of her nose, and Xiuniang's slightly trembling body just hugged the prince's waist and buried her head in his chest.

The prince's body stiffened slightly, he looked down at her, and held her hand a little harder.

Yuan Zhi is a decisive person, he didn't delay much here, and helped Xiuniang to retreat quietly.

The number of this group of masked assassins is not small, and some people have appeared out of nowhere, and Jiang Wulang and the two of them can't stop them at all.

Then the Assassins began to make a detour, preparing to chase after them.

Xiuniang was so frightened that her legs trembled, and she almost fell after going around a rocky corner.

The prince put one hand on her shoulder and asked her if she was hurt.

Her face was pale, her eyes were slightly red, as if she was frightened, and she hugged the prince and refused to let go.

The prince let her move, and when he heard the sound of the leaves being trampled, he instantly tightened his arms again, and the smell of blood on the tip of his nose became stronger and stronger.

The prince's face suddenly turned pale, and he stabbed his sword forward, and a black-clothed killer was stabbed in the abdomen and bent down in pain.

Yuan Zhi kicked him in the head with his flying legs, kicking the killer into the lake.

"This place is not to stay long." The prince asked:

"Can you still go?"

Xiuniang's body has been trembling, and it is in vain to ask if she asks.

He didn't wait for her to reply, picked her up and continued to move on.

Xiaojingshan is full of maple trees, and if you take the wrong path, it's easy to get lost.

By the time they realize something is wrong, it's too late.

The same trees were planted everywhere, and the mountain road was rugged, and there was a slope below, and it was impossible to tell the direction.

Xiuniang tripped over a stone hidden in the maple leaves, and the prince held her.

"I've never been here before, so I don't know where to go." The prince said.

She looked at him in surprise.

A prince who grew up in the palace actually said that he had never been to Xiaojingshan, which is unbelievable.

Xiuniang was just strange and didn't think much about it, and her nervousness had eased a little.

In her life, she had seen a staff scolding a minion and beating her flesh and blood, but she had never seen a real sword assassination.

Today was sunny and cloudy, there was no sun in the afternoon, the sky was very dark, and her palms were sweating.

Xiuniang asked, "Is there a way to go back now?" ”

The prince no longer had a long sword in his hand, but for some reason, Xiuniang saw that the blood was still flowing down his slender fingers and falling on the dead leaves.

He said indifferently: "Gu Shang doesn't know where the assassins came from and when they will catch up?" ”

The prince's temperament is really light, and even at this time, he is not flustered.

"Why don't we find a cave to hide in first, and Qianniuwei will soon eliminate these killers."

But before he finished speaking, the prince staggered a step, and suddenly half-knelt on the ground, his hands on the ground, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The blood on his hands was still flowing.

Xiuniang lifted his sleeve, only to find that his forearm had been slashed, and it was estimated that the killer who was suddenly stabbed to death by the prince just now instinctively cut out before being stabbed.

The back was grazed by the crossbow, the wound was wide and long, and it was squeaking and bleeding.

He has been holding back without squeaking, for fear of scaring Xiuniang.

Although Xiuniang was a little flustered when she encountered this kind of thing for the first time, she was the god of war, and she inherited the gene of not being afraid of danger in her bones.

She understood that the Prince's wounds needed to be bandaged, but she had no medicine, and the Assassins might catch up.

"Let's find a place to rest first." She said, holding him up.

"You go first, find a cave with a dry point."

The prince held on to the tree pole next to him, stood up strongly, picked up a branch and covered it with dead leaves, and then slowly moved forward.

There were piles of surrounding rocks, but Xiuniang was still not at ease, so she turned around and helped him.

The prince placed his arm on her slender hand and slowly moved forward.

He clenched Xiuniang's wrist tightly, with unusual force, the green tendons on his arm protruded, and his face was abnormally pale.

But Qing Jun's handsome face is still resolute.