274. I don't know the truth of a sentence with four words
"Drive! Drive!"
The man's low scolding spread for a long time on the quiet ancient road. The leather whip in his hand was raised hard, and the sound of the wind coming down was harsh, and it hit the horse's buttocks hard.【】
Stimulated by the pain, the horse neighed sharply, its legs were like wind, and dust flew up as they crossed each other. The horse was moving at an alarmingly fast speed.
On the horseback, a man dressed in black had a stern expression. Half of his iron-colored mask gave off a cold light under the moonlight. His nose was straight, his light pink thin lips were pressed tightly, and the curve of the corners of his lips was as hard as
It looked like a stone sculpture. Her long black hair was blown wildly by the wind and flew in all directions.
"Sir!" A man's voice called from behind. Because he was too far behind, the voice was somewhat scattered.
"call"
Qi Mo pulled the reins hard, and the black horse was immediately restrained. After raising its hooves and neighing, its pace suddenly slowed down. It was obvious that it had been severely punished.
Red Eagle quickly whipped the black horse under him, stopped beside Qi Mo, handed the paper rolled into a long and thin shape in front of him, and said anxiously but respectfully: "Sir, Black Eagle's flying pigeon passed the message.
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Qi Mo nodded slightly, took the note from his hand, unfolded it and glanced at it quickly. In just a moment, the aura on his body suddenly became cold, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and his eyes were projected from the eye holes of the iron-colored mask.
When it comes out, it's as cold as cold iron.
Not to mention Red Eagle, even the black horse beneath him seemed to feel the abnormal fluctuations in his master's mood. He walked a few steps back and forth anxiously, and the hum of an animal came from his nostrils.
"Sir..." Hong Ying frowned. "Is there something going on?"
Black Eagle and White Eagle set out directly from Tianshan Town half a month ago and rushed to Rongcheng, the imperial capital of Eastern Shang Dynasty. They used carrier pigeons to convey the news back along the way. The prince personally handled the news every time, but never that time.
His mood swings are so obvious.
There is only one person who can make Qi Mo have vivid mood swings.
Hong Ying's eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter. He held the reins and sat on the horse. He stared at Qi Mo closely with his eyes, waiting for his answer to confirm his suspicion.
Qi Mo suddenly raised his hand, tore the small note in his hand into pieces, threw it aside casually, picked up the reins, and whipped the horse's buttocks hard with the whip.
"drive!"
The horse's hooves flew up, and the dust they brought up flew up along with the white scraps of paper, which looked like white swallowtail butterflies in the moonlight.
Hong Ying sighed helplessly. The prince's reaction basically confirmed his guess that Black Eagle and White Eagle should have seen the princess. A hint of complicated emotions flashed across his face, he raised his riding whip and chased Qi on horseback.
Go in the direction of ink.
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When Zhong Qingye woke up, the sky was already bright, and the golden sunlight passed through the gaps in the carved wood and lazily scattered down in various shapes, like golden spots falling on the ground.
She had to reach out to cover her eyes. After she got used to it, she put it down. After taking a closer look, she quickly recognized that this was the room she had lived in for a long time.
Due to the severe blood loss, her sleep was almost semi-comatose, and her body would automatically adjust during this period. Although she could not reach the state before she was injured, it was much better than the previous state where she was dying.
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There was no one in the room. The angle and direction of the sun's rays suggested that it was already afternoon. Zhong Qingye shook his head. His head was still dizzy and his mind was not very clear. This was the sequelae of sleeping for too long and losing too much blood.
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Worried about the wound on her back, Zhong Qingye could only sleep on her stomach, holding on to the bed board and trying to sit up. Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved her right hand, the wound was bursting with tearing pain. She grinned in pain and couldn't help cursing secretly.
One sentence.
With great difficulty, she sat up from the bed with the support of her left hand. Her body was as limp as if she had lost her bones. Zhong Qing and Ye Nai smiled bitterly. She had lost strength to such an extent. In this ancient time where there was no blood transfusion technology, she would not be able to do anything in the next few days.
I have to lie down in bed.
Just when she thought of this, the door panel suddenly made a slight creaking sound, as if she was afraid of disturbing her rest, so she deliberately relaxed her hand movements.
Zhong Qingye secretly smiled. With such a delicate mind, apart from the maids and maids who wanted their master to look down on him, the only one left was that guy Bai Ying.
But this time, she guessed wrong.
The person who walked in was not the serving maid, nor that guy Bai Ying, but Yelu Xie.
He wore a dark blue robe, with a black belt around his waist. The center of the belt was inlaid with a thumb-sized white jade. He wore black riding boots, and his long hair was tied high with a dark blue hairband.
A few strands of hair fell down along the curve of the cheek, and the already thin jaw became more pointed.
Still those smiling fox eyes, half-closed and half-opened as if with some drunken mist, kind and lingering. A face as delicate as jade, and every inch of the line is so elegant that it makes people marvel.
They are exquisite works of art, and when combined together, they present a seductive allure.
No matter how he is dressed, he is always so gorgeous, stunningly talented, and charming, and everyone in the world is in awe of his brilliance. Such a man was born to be at the top, to bow down to all living beings, to be so noble and graceful.
Violate.
However, now that he was here, Zhong Qingye suddenly remembered what he had seen when bandaging him, and his eyes unconsciously moved to his chest.
He seems to be particularly fond of rich colors, whether dark blue or bright purple, they are all colors that are too strong to be melted away. The clothes on the chest are carefully drawn with beautiful patterns in gold thread, and every bit of them outlines the honor of the emperor.
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However, Zhong Qingye knew that hidden under that gorgeous robe was a body riddled with scars.
Those pink scars, like ferocious little snakes, covered his jade-like body densely, like a sheet, wrapping him tightly in it, and even his breath was robbed.
What kind of pain should it be.
"What? Are you moved by the sight of my master's jade tree facing the wind?"
When Yeluxie doesn't speak, he is definitely a monster who brings disaster to the country and the people, but as soon as he opens his mouth, he becomes the world's number one idiot.
But now, Zhong Qingye suddenly lost his interest in arguing, leaned lazily on the cushion, looked at him, and said lightly: "Why are you here?"
"I'm worried about you." He said with a smile and sat down on the edge of the bed casually.
A sentence of four words, I don’t know whether it is true or false.