During the struggle, Xuechun used his sharp fingertips to scratch the cheek of the big man in gray. The already fierce-looking big man became even more ferocious and terrifying with a long bloodstain on his face. At first glance, he looked like a villain from the Palace of Hell.
Ghostly.
The big man in gray clothes roughly wiped the wound. After seeing the blood on the back of his hand, he cursed fiercely and pinched Xuechun's throat. The white and thin neck felt like a soft hand under the dark and thick palm.
As vulnerable as a thin willow, Xuechun immediately rolled his eyes and was about to die.
The big man in gray clothes didn't seem to understand his hatred. He slapped Xuechun's cheek hard with his other hand, causing it to become bruised and swollen instantly. The cruel look on the face of the big man in gray clothes was thick, and it was obvious that he had murderous intentions. But before he
When he started beating again, he suddenly let out a howl like a killing pig.
The big man in yellow jumped up alertly, turned around and saw that Xi Qian had climbed up from the ground at some point, holding a candlestick tightly with trembling hands. His palms were cut by the corners of the candlestick, and blood continued to flow from his fingers.
, and the tip of the candlestick is inserted into the back of the big man in gray.
The big man in yellow pulled out the scimitar from his waist and pointed it at Xidian. He said a few words in Hun language, but did not kill her immediately. He seemed to have some scruples. However, the big man in gray who was stabbed by her did not have such a good temper and turned around.
He shook his hand and threw her several feet away.
Xizhi's strength was limited, and the Huns were wearing thick clothes, so the candlestick was only inserted less than an inch, so it could not hurt the life of the man in gray at all.
Xiqian lay on the ground and could no longer exert any strength. She watched the angry-looking man in gray approaching and closed her eyes in resignation. At this moment, she and Xuechun were like fallen leaves floating on the river, completely unable to control their own destiny.
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From childhood memories to marrying into Jiang's court to escaping from the palace, everything she had experienced for more than ten years was instantly replayed in her mind. A smile slowly appeared on the corner of Xiqian's mouth. She had loved, hated, hesitated, and...
She had been determined, everything she had expected and feared had been experienced, what was there to regret?
But just when she was about to die peacefully, she suddenly heard a huge muffled sound, which shook the ground beneath her.
The loud noise brought her back to reality, and the pain in her chest became clearer. Xi Qian struggled to open her eyes, but was so frightened by the sight in front of her that she held her breath, and her stomach surged.
The big man in gray who had been sharpening his knife at her a moment ago was lying on his back and motionless, his eyes were wide open, as if he would not rest in death, and the candlestick she stabbed had passed through her body and was embedded in the big man's chest.
Among them, the tip of the candlestick was stained with blood.
The big man in yellow looked at his fallen companion, his eyes full of fear, and his dark face turned pale. He threw away the scimitar in his hand and knelt down toward the door. Only then did Xi Qian realize that there was someone else in the room.
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The visitor stood with his back to her. Under the weak moonlight, only his outline could be seen clearly, and he was wearing green clothes. His figure was not as tall as the Huns, but he was very tall. The look on the big man in yellow seemed to be very afraid of him.
The man in Tsing Yi said a few words in Hun language that she could not understand. The man in yellow hurriedly dragged the dead man in gray out of the tent. When he passed by the man in Tsing Yi, he deliberately walked around and kept a certain distance, as if he was avoiding the plague.
, the man in Tsing Yi snorted coldly from the corner of his mouth, turned around and looked at Xi Qian on the ground.
Xi Zhi lowered her head and did not look at the man in Tsing Yi. From the reaction of the big man in yellow, she concluded that this man in Tsing Yi must be more terrifying, otherwise why would such a fierce Huns feel like they were seeing the King of Hell when they saw him.
There was an eerie silence in the tent. After a long time, the man in blue laughed a few times and said, "Xi Zhaorong, you're fine!" The voice was warm and made people feel like a spring breeze.
The words "Bear well" meant that they were old friends. Xiqian raised her head in surprise, and a delicate and clean face appeared in front of her eyes. She seemed to have seen it somewhere. Xiqian quickly searched for the information in her mind, and suddenly her eyes lit up.
, isn’t this man in Tsing Yi the same Han Yu who sold them the lanterns during the Lantern Festival? But why is he here?
Seeing that Xizhi seemed to be thinking of himself, Han Yu leaned over to help her and said, "These Huns are so vulgar, which frightened Xizhaorong."
Xiqiu was no less afraid of him than the two Hun soldiers just now. She avoided his outstretched arm and stood up from the ground on her own. She staggered towards Xuechun, who was in a semi-conscious state, and took Xuechun's broken clothes.
He covered it up and held it in his arms, looking at Han Yu warily.
Han Yu retracted his arm that was frozen in the air, and did not get angry because Xi Zhaorong brushed his face. Instead, he scratched his head like a shy boy and said, "I didn't expect that half a year has passed, and Xi Zhaorong can still think of me.
Little people.”
Xi Qian sneered, her face full of contempt, "Young Master Han tried so hard to attract attention, how could I have the nerve to forget? Young Master Han should be Han, right?"
Han Yu chuckled and shook his head. Of course he heard the sarcasm in Xi Xi's words. He had indeed put a lot of thought into attracting Yu Wen Haoxuan's attention. His appearance was obviously from the south of the Central Plains.
Characteristics of human beings, the reason why Xi Qian asked him if he was a Han was to mock him for being a Han but working for the Huns.
Although the Central Plains is also divided into many countries, which have been divided and joined together to fight for hundreds of years, compared with the contradictions of the Huns, one is an internal contradiction, and the other is an external dispute that can never be resolved.
The Central Plains people and the Huns have a life-and-death hatred. The Central Plains people think that the Huns are a barbarian people and despise them from the bottom of their hearts, while the Huns think that the Central Plains people are cunning and insidious and can only play tricks.
But Han Yu didn't care about this. There was no trace of anger or guilt in his expression. He crossed his legs and sat on the desk behind him. He looked carefree and said nonchalantly, "What about the Central Plains people? What about the Huns? They are all born and raised by their parents.
Yes, what’s the difference?”
Xiqian couldn't find anything to say to refute for a moment. In fact, she didn't agree with dividing people into three, six or nine grades, but she really didn't have a good impression of the Xiongnu, because whenever the Xiongnu was mentioned, something bad always seemed to happen.
For example, the fierce battle on Fengyang Slope last year almost claimed the life of Yu Wen Haoxuan.
"But you may have misunderstood something." Han Yu jumped down from the table as he spoke, walked to Xi Qian and knelt down in front of him and said, "I am not working for the Xiongnu. I like to be free and unfettered. I just want to be free."
But I owe King Youxian a favor and I just promised to do a few things for him. This time is the last one. It feels so good to be free again!"
Han Yu stood up and stretched, looking very comfortable. Xi Qian raised her head and looked at him and said in a calm tone, "If my guess is correct, you are the driver who tricked us into the car, right?"
Xi Qian remembered that Yuwen Haoxuan once said that Liu Maolin could make a human skin mask. This kind of mask would not look fake when worn on his face. Liu Maolin must not be the only one in the world who has such a unique skill.
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