Seeing her coming out, Qi Xuan lifted the sword in his hand and nodded immediately.
"Princess, all the secret guards of the palace are here, at your disposal."
Following his movements, all the secret guards behind him immediately leaned down.
"Let the princess do whatever she wants!"
Feng Yinwan trembled at the movement, and suddenly felt a little nervous.
Before she could speak, Qi Xuan handed her sword forward.
"It is definitely dangerous to go here. I have made the decision to return the sword to its original owner without permission. I ask the princess to give you all orders."
That day and night, Tinglan took her sword back in anger and immediately ordered someone to seal it back to the warehouse. Now Qi Xuan quietly took it out for her.
As soon as I got the sword, the familiar feeling came over me again.
Feng Yinwan tightened her hand on the scabbard and raised it directly, "Let's go!"
The curfew has passed, and there are not many people in the city.
All the way to the south of the city, Qi Xuan used the badge of Prince Mo's Mansion to call the city gate open, and the group rode straight to the suburbs.
…
The breeze in the mountains was blowing, the paint on the official road was trampled by the sound of horse hooves, the carriage passed by quickly, and the words "Prince Mo's Mansion" were printed on the lanterns on the corners.
In the car, Ye Tinglan closed her eyes to rest, her stern profile showing no emotion at all.
"Uu——"
There was a long tune, and the carriage swayed to a sudden stop. The next moment, the guard's voice came from outside.
"Your Majesty, the official road ahead is blocked by rubble. We may have to go around..."
Before the final sound could be heard, a silver needle pierced the throat first. The guard groaned and fell straight to the ground.
The lanterns hanging on the corners of the eaves were extinguished, and the surrounding area was completely plunged into darkness and silence. Ye Tinglan's dark eyes slowly opened.
The next moment, the car curtain was suddenly cut open by a sharp blade, and the person who came without turning the blade went straight to Ye Tinglan's door.
There was a moment of silence, and the body of the man in black was thrown out of the carriage, and there was no sound after it landed on the ground.
The breeze from the mountains came again, and the full moon was swallowed up by dark clouds. Almost at the same moment, countless cold lights rushed towards the carriage in the sky, and the carriage was instantly turned into a hornet's nest.
"Bang--"
The car window was shattered by a domineering aura, and the dust floated in the night as waves broke out of the car. The fingertips were holding the specially made cold arrow of Wuxi Pavilion.
With a wave of his open sleeves, the cold arrow pierced the ground.
"Show up."
Several figures appeared in the surrounding dense forest. This battle was obviously much bigger than before.
His dark eyes silently swept around, and Ye Tinglan's thin lips curled up into a sharp condensation.
"With all our troops out in force, Wuxi Pavilion really thinks highly of me."
"superior!"
Not wanting to say anything more, the man in black at the head raised his hand and everyone stepped forward in response.
A cold light flashed in front of him, and the long sword in Ye Tinglan's hand appeared silently.
Under the dark clouds covering the moon, this strenuous fight was also covered up. When the moonlight appeared again, only a corpse was left.
Ye Tinglan stood on the roof of the car holding a sword, his face as white as jade stained with traces of bright red, and his breath was not disturbed at all.
"As expected of the world-famous God of War, Prince Mo is so skilled that I admire him."
This voice was not as rough as that of an ordinary man, but also had a hint of charm. The men in black immediately withdrew when they heard the voice.
Ye Tinglan closed his narrow eyes slightly and stared intently at the figure that appeared behind the tree, spreading coldly and silently.
"The wind has no breath."
When his name was called out, Feng Wuxi not only did not hide himself at all, but also stepped forward again in a good mood.
"I am extremely honored to hear my name from Prince Mo."
Ye Tinglan's dark eyes darkened, and his whole body felt chilly.
"Those who have been called out by my name will never have a second chance to speak."
"You have already obtained Purple Ginseng, why are you still pursuing me? Feng Wuxi, aren't you afraid that this king will break through the gate of Wuxi Pavilion?"
A murderous aura rushed towards his face, and the cold pressure shook the man in black until his palms trembled slightly.
Unexpectedly, the wind was silent but did not move at all. "Prince Mo's cold-armored cavalry naturally did not dare to provoke at will, but there are rules in the world. If you take people's money, you have to eliminate disasters for others."
What's more, what he took was not only silver, but also priceless purple ginseng.
When Ye Tinglan heard the words, he said no more. He turned the long sword in his hand and pointed it directly at the center of Feng Wuxi's eyebrows.
"Do it."
The men in black responded and swarmed forward again. During the fight, Feng Wuxi's eyes flashed and he secretly made a killing move.
Ye Tinglan met him with a palm in the air, and with one exertion he was shaken away. When he tried to swing his sword again, he felt a sweet sensation in his throat, and the breath in his body was shaking inexplicably.
With a cold frown, he kicked the man in black aside, cut off the reins with his sword, and rode away immediately.
Upon seeing this, the man in black wanted to chase after him, but Feng Wuxi raised his hand to stop him.
"There is no need to chase him. He has been hit by my Cold Light Technique. Within three days, he will lose all his martial arts skills and become a useless person!"
Secretly casting a glance into the distance, he waved, "Retreat."
There seems to be black ice falling from the body, which is instantaneous when touched, and is a hundred times more powerful than the cold poison.
Ye Tinglan forcibly used his true energy to protect his heart, but the hand holding the reins lost strength uncontrollably. His vision blurred for a while, and he finally passed out on the horse.
…
While galloping all the way, he never saw Prince Mo's carriage. Qi Xuan also felt that something was wrong, and tightened his grip on the reins again and again.
"The princess said that the second prince and the fourth prince were plotting secretly. Do they want to take the opportunity to attack the prince?"
Ye Tingyan's coveting of military power was by no means a day or two. Although the emperor had used military symbols to test it, the real power in the army was still in Ye Tinglan's hands.
Feng Yinwan pursed her lips and shook her head, "Your Majesty is a prince, and he has the respect of the emperor. No matter how impatient they are, they will not take action in the capital."
Although their purpose is still unclear, it is certain that they definitely want to harm Ye Tinglan.
With her beautiful eyes focused, she lifted her lips and said, "Qi Xuan, is there another way to the military camp?"
Qi Xuan shook his head, "This is the only official way."
Feng Yinwan nodded after hearing the words, and was about to urge everyone to move faster, when there was a strange sound in the dense forest ahead.
At the same time as he heard the noise, Qi Xuan's sword had been pulled out of its scabbard.
"Protect the princess!"
The secret guards immediately formed a team to protect Feng Yinwan in the center and were ready.
The next moment, a flash of silvery gray flashed out from the dense forest. Qi Xuan stared at the horse's back carefully and immediately exclaimed.
"It's the prince!"
Ye Tinglan?
When Feng Yinwan heard the words, she poked her head out from the crowd, caught a glimpse of the dark patterns on the black robe, and her beautiful eyes opened immediately.
The person on the horse's back was indeed Ye Tinglan.
"Your Majesty!"
Qi Xuan dismounted and wanted to rush over, but was stopped by Feng Yinwan before he could get close.
"Don't move, he seems to be poisoned!"
A poisoned person must not move rashly. Hearing this, Qi Xuan stopped abruptly. He looked up and saw Feng Yinwan already pushing aside the hidden guard and walking towards him.
"I'll do it."
After saying that, she stepped forward carefully, carefully looking at Ye Tinglan's face, and just as she was about to raise her hand to help him up, the unconscious man on the horse suddenly stood up, and his big palms as hard as iron clamped her wrist tightly.