Tan Baolu almost fell to the ground, she looked up at Cen Jianan, her thin shoulders trembling. She shook her head desperately, "I, I'm not an assassin. ”

The two knives were pressed against her neck, and she could almost feel the chill of the quenched blood.

Cen Canaan looked down at her condescendingly, then put his index finger and middle finger together and made a "put" finger.

The blade on his neck was removed, and the Praetorian Guard, who had just held the sword, disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Tan Baolu realized that the carriage was not parked here alone, and there was a hidden net around him.

At this time, the two little eunuchs who had chased her all the way finally arrived out of breath. The two didn't expect Tan Baolu to be so bold that they ran directly into Cen Jianan's carriage, they were both shocked, and hurriedly saluted Cen Jianan, saying, "His Royal Highness King Wulie, it is His Majesty who wants to invite the third girl to come over." ”

At such a moment, only Cen Canaan can save her......

But will he?

Tan Baolu looked at Cen Jianan pleadingly, and her eyes were hot for a while.

Cen Jianan's left index finger pointed at his left temple, holding a book in his right hand, and he clearly heard the words of the little eunuch, but he didn't raise his eyelids, but the slender index finger holding the book lightly touched the spine of the book.

Little eunuch: "His Royal Highness King Wulie......"

Cen Jianan slowly opened his mouth: "This king didn't see anything to talk about the three girls," he looked at Tan Baolu and asked, "Are you talking about the three girls?" ”

Tan Baolu immediately shook her head again and again, and said, "No, no, I," she panicked and didn't choose to speak: "My surname is actually Cen ......"

Hearing this, Cen Jianan's eyelids jumped obviously, and he looked at her again, his eyes were cold.

Tan Baolu wanted to bite the tip of his tongue with some remorse, pressed his head low, and pursed the corners of his mouth, afraid that he would say something more terrible, so he didn't dare to look at Cen Jianan's expression at this time.

"This ......," the little eunuch choked speechlessly.

Don't say whether it's a girl, even if Cen Canaan points to a deer today and says it's a horse, they can only: "Yes, yes." ”

The little eunuch bowed and bowed: "It turned out to be Miss Cen, and the slave collided with His Highness and Cen ...... Girl, please also ask Your Highness for forgiveness. ”

"Let's go down." Cen Canaan said lightly.

The two little eunuchs walked away hand to ear.

After the two little eunuchs left, Tan Baolu stayed.

I don't know if it's because her lips touched the teacup handed by He Dongyan, she always felt as if she had drunk that tea, and her lower abdomen was evil for a while.

Cen Jianan closed his eyes and said: "I don't dare to go to face the saint, but I dare to stay here with this king, is it too bold to talk about the girl, or is it too timid?" ”

Tan Baolu said: "This, of course this is different. ”

"How is it different?" Cen Canaan asked rhetorically.

Tan Baolu couldn't explain it, she said dryly: "It's just different." Your Highness here, better. She twitched the tip of her nose and added, "It smells good." ”

When Cen Jianan heard this, his eyebrows jumped, and he didn't care about her anymore.

She kept frowning, wiping the corners of her mouth, wiping her wrists, and wiping everything that had been touched by He Dongyan.

She had been thinking about how to save Cen Canaan, but she didn't expect it to be so easy to hit by mistake.

She remembered that Cen Canaan had injured her right arm, so the arrow must have come from the left side. She was now sitting on the left side of Cen Canaan, and when the arrow came, she pushed Cen Canaan, and it was all over. Thinking of this, Tan Baolu is full of confidence.

She chose the position on the left side of Cen Canaan to sit down, and said, "I accidentally disturbed Your Highness, and please ask Your Highness Haihan." ”

Cen Canaan closed his eyes and did not speak.

Tan Baolu turned his head to look at Cen Jianan, only then did he notice that his slightly closed eyelids occasionally twitched slightly.

Tan Baolu was stunned for a moment.

Suddenly remembered, Cen Canaan had a head disease.

Almost no one knew about it, and if Tan Baolu hadn't drifted with him for five years, she would never have found out.

Back then, Xu Yu found a know-it-all doctor who saved Concubine Hui's life, and later became Cen Jianan's military doctor, and only this person knew about it.

Because an arrogant person like Cen Canaan will die or die of pain, and he will not let people know his weaknesses.

She looked at Cen Canaan, who was enduring in front of her, and remembered that five years ago, she had also floated on the beam of the room and leaned down to look down, Cen Canaan sat in the dark room and endured his head disease, his back cast on the ground, drawing a large shadow.

Perhaps it was because Tan Baolu had been staring for too long, and Cen Jianan suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were sharp, and Tan Baolu didn't have time to blink an eye before he collided with him.

The purple eye, just on the side where the light came in, was lined red by a purple robe, which added a bit of evil aura to him.

Tan Baolu hurriedly lowered her head.

He only glanced at her, his left eyelid twitched slightly, and he immediately closed it again, and said softly, "Don't leave yet?" Something? ”

Tan Baolu said: "Legs, legs are soft......"

Sometimes, Tan Baolu also wonders, will Cen Canaan like himself a little?

Otherwise, in the previous life, why did he hold her body and be silent all night?

But every time such a thought pops up, Cen Canaan will tell her with practical actions - you really think too much.

Like now.

No matter how cold Cen Canaan was to her, she couldn't go back. As soon as she left, all her work was lost. She couldn't help but sneer: Be kind to your life-saving benefactor!

Cen Jianan closed his eyes and said lightly: "I helped you at the banquet that day, because the king made other arrangements. Your sending to my mansion was only a misunderstanding on the part of my men. You don't have to take it to heart when talking about girls, and you don't have to think about it. ”

Tan Baolu nodded and said very seriously: "Well, I know everything." Otherwise, what else can Your Highness be for? ”

Tan Baolu deserves to be so fast, and he is very sure, which makes Cen Jianan's heart condense.

He opened his eyes and glanced at the man sitting in the corner.

The car was full of the smell of her, and even the sandalwood in the incense burner couldn't suppress the rich incense.

Her head was half-hung down, her white neck peeking out of the collar, and a broken hair hung down from her white earlobes, falling on her lips, trembling slightly as she breathed.

Cen Canaan closed his eyes in severe pain and took his gaze back, "Go down if you have nothing to do." ”

Tan Baolu looked up at Cen Jianan again.

Cen Canaan seemed to be in more pain, his lips became pale in color, the hand that was holding the book had become a grasp, and the pages were folded.

It seems that it is really uncomfortable......

Help people to the end, send the Buddha to the west, anyway, she came today to save Cen Jianan's life, then she, just help a little more.

"Your Highness." Tan Baolu called softly.

"Huh?" Cen Canaan closed his eyes and answered.

Tan Baolu said: "When the little girl had nothing to do, she once read some medical books, and the medical books said that there was an acupuncture point that had a miraculous effect on headaches. ”

Cen Canaan opened his eyes.

He looked at Tan Baolu and stretched out his hand to him with a smile.

The raised hand, small, white, where the slender fingers were, was almost transparent to the light.

She parted five fingers at him, "There are many acupuncture points on people's palms, such as Shaoshang, Shangyang, Zhongchong, Shaochong, and Shaoze. ”

Each of her fingers moved, and with each movement, the fragrance wafting out of the cuffs became stronger, like a spider spitting out countless invisible threads in the car, pulling him.

Then she gently pressed it at the position of the tiger's mouth, "This is the Hegu acupoint, which can treat head diseases." ”

Cen Canaan looked at his hand.

But he just watched, but didn't move.

Tan Baolu thought that Cen Jianan didn't understand, so he stretched out his hand and gently gestured at the place of his tiger's mouth, "This is the position." ”

Cen Jianan's hand moved suddenly, his hand was raised forward, and her fingertips slid away, and she directly touched the skin of his tiger's mouth.

Tan Baolu was suddenly startled, Cen Jianan's hand was so different from hers.

He was actually very white-looking, but when he was put together with her hands, his complexion was still slightly darker, in stark contrast to her ready-made. The flesh at the mouth of her tiger is soft, but the meat at the mouth of the tiger is very hard, as if it is a thick cocoon sharpened by a bow.

She hurriedly and quickly retracted her hand, put it behind her back, and stumbled a little and said, "That's it, that's where it was just now." ”

She exhaled and looked at Cen Canaan again.

After saying so much, Cen Canaan still didn't react. He remained in the same position as before, motionless, and even the hand she had accidentally touched was still hanging in midair.

At that moment, the car shook violently.

Tan Baolu was stunned for a moment, and immediately remembered that she should have pushed Cen Canaan at this time, but before she could do anything, she only felt that her two arms were suddenly captured by Cen Canaan.

Cen Canaan grabbed her arm and jerked her under him, and then the mountain-like body pressed down heavily.

The sky swirled in front of him, and Tan Baolu slammed into Cen Jianan's chest.

Her heart was disorganized, and her palms were waving wildly to a bulging, throbbing bone, and she was startled by the hot and swollen muscles, which were the bulging shoulder blades of Cen Canaan's back.

She had seen Cen Canaan's back when he was changing, and she thought his back was terrifyingly strong.

And now he is rolling down like a small mountain, and the overwhelming sense of pressure is completely beyond her bearing. Cen Canaan wanted to suppress her, as if he was pressing a young beast under his five fingers.

She could barely breathe, and with every breath she had, she was drowning in the scent of sandalwood from his body.

She panicked and withdrew her hand, trying to push Cen Canaan away from her body.

But her strength was as weak as tickling compared to Cen Canaan.

And the more she moved, the clearer the touch of Cen Canaan pressing on her became. She could even feel his strong, powerful leg pressed against her waist.

Every time she breathed, gasped, and shaky, his knees were like a hard rock that she was clinging to.

"Hmm......" she couldn't help but whisper softly.

"Where's the crash?" Cen Canaan's broad palm held the back of her head hard, and the deep pupils of the black hole looked at her condescendingly.

Tan Baolu nervously looked up at Cen Canaan's close face.

"Where's the crash?" He asked again, and his chest trembled slightly from speaking, and the hot breath between his lips and lips fell on her naked. On Lu's neck, the trance gave her the illusion of being caressed. Tan Baolu thought that all the qi in her lungs was about to be pressed out by him, but she reacted after a while, and it was she holding her breath.

She gasped, shook her head, and said, "No, I didn't hit it." ”

Cen Canaan glanced down at her, didn't speak, and touched the back of her head with his palm. This action seems to be checking, and it seems to be placating.

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, the body shook even more violently, and the sound of arrows in his ears was as dense as rain.

Cen Canaan looked up at the window, then dragged her big hand and pressed her cheek to himself, his heavy body sank down, his hard knees pressed her kicking and swaying legs, and he carried her up and down and rolled to the side.

"Hmm......" Cen Canaan rolled into the corner with her.

The carriage was narrow, Tan Baolu bumped into Cen Canaan's arms, his blurred vision shook violently upside down with his movements, and all he could see clearly was Cen Canaan's blue jaw in front of his eyes.

His jaw was clean, but when he shaved her face, he still felt the shaky shallow stubble.

The wheezing sound that fell on her ears also became very heavy, and each heavy breath seemed to be struggling to endure something.

It's not good to talk about Baolu, and Cen Canaan is not much better.

Fang Cai's head disease was greatly alleviated by Tan Baolu's bird-like chirping, otherwise with his situation at the time, most of them would not have been alert to this sneak attack.

But when he grabbed Tan Baolu's waist and dragged it over, his brain went blank for that moment, starting from the very end of his backbone, and a shudder climbed all the way down the bone.

For the first time, he knew that the woman's body was so soft and tender, that there seemed to be no bone on her body, curled up in his arms like a puddle of water, like a cloud, and like a fluffy cotton ball to be kneaded and rubbed.

He couldn't help but look down at her as she was beside him. Xia feigned that her eyes were closed tightly, her slender and delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, her hairpin was loose, and three thousand jet-black and cyan waterfalls spread out under her. Hair is the most smelly part of the woman's body, each one exudes the smell of her body, and the sandalwood that is so strong that the incense burner can't suppress the rich aroma.

His heart shook for a moment, and his thoughts were full of thoughts, and a flying arrow came again, and he was a beat slower.

"Whoosh!"

"Poof!" The arrow pinned something to the wall of the carriage.

"Tick ......"

"Tick ......"

The sound of this arrow was different, indicating what the arrow had hit.

Tan Baolu opened her eyes in a panic, and hot liquid dripped on Tan Baolu's face.

Cengaan bled out......

Did he still get shot?

A wave of panic made her struggle to get up, "You, are you hurt?" ”

"Don't move." Cen Canaan closed his eyes.

Cen Jianan pressed her tightly, and Tan Baolu could only push and rub indiscriminately.

"Obedient." Cen Jianan frowned, and wanted to hold her down again.

But Tan Baolu didn't listen this time, she raised her hand nervously and scared, and touched Cen Canaan's shoulder between herself and Cen Canaan's complicated clothes.

She touched the direction of the bones like a blind man touching an elephant, until she touched the still trembling shoulder blade.

That place was clean and intact, but the smell of blood on the tip of the nose was getting stronger and stronger.

It's not the shoulder, so where is it?

She twitched the tip of her nose and turned her head to look in the direction of the blood.

Cen Canaan held the back of her head with one hand, propped up the palm of his right hand on the carriage, and an arrow pierced his palm, nailing his hand to the wall of the car. Blood poured out, but Cen Canaan seemed to be completely unconscious, allowing the blood on the palm of that hand to fall on her cheek one by one.

Tan Baolu breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately not the arm, fortunately not the arm......

The irresistible feeling of oppression on her body suddenly disappeared, and Cen Canaan finally let go of her.

He pulled out the arrow pinned to the wall of the car and pulled it out of his palm. The bloody silver arrow swirled in a circle in his hand, and he looked at it carefully, and then his eyes narrowed slightly. Immediately after, he turned his head to look at Tan Baolu.

Tan Baolu sat in place in shock, his face still stained with his blood, and his large, docile eyes were full of horror.

Without making a sound, Cen Jianan tore off the hem of his official robe, and then handed the strip of cloth to Tan Baolu.

Tan Baolu looked at Cen Jianan's movements blankly, and then looked at the strip of cloth in her hand blankly.

Cen Jianan casually wiped his bloody palm on his clothes, and said to her in a soft voice, "Stay here, don't move." ”

Tan Baolu nodded stunnedly, "Okay." ”

Cen Canaan had already gotten out of the carriage, and he looked back at her and said, "Blood, wipe it." ”

Tan Baolu reacted, and there was Cen Canaan's blood on her face.

She looked down at the rags in her palms, and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

In order to wipe her face, he actually tore off his official robe......

This man loves cleanliness so much.