---Wanyanche couldn't bear the sound of the knocks one after another.---
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"Yan'er, don't be like this. It's only been three days. Yu Jinwei has already searched in the Sancha Valley area and under the cliff of Broken Arm Peak. He will definitely find Sha Jue. Moreover, there is a 'cold pool' underneath.
If he falls from that position, the 'cold pool' is so big, maybe he will fall to the bottom of the pool. If we wait a little longer, there will definitely be hope."
Wanyan Che was frightened by her trembling and cold body. He panicked and comforted her. He hugged her trembling body tightly, wishing that he was the one who fell off the cliff instead of Su Shajue. Maybe she would be the one who fell off the cliff.
Wouldn't it be so sad?
Cold pool!
Jun Ziyan's eyes, which were originally dull and gray, sparkled with light at the word "Hantan". He broke away from his grasp and murmured in panic: "I want to find him, the Hantan is too cold, and, what's more, what if he
What should I do if I'm not familiar with water? I'm going to find him."
Hearing this, Wanyanche's expression changed, and he suddenly shouted: "I won't allow you to act recklessly. You must stay here and don't go anywhere." He did not allow her to leave his protection.
He was already devastated by the loss of his limbs. He could not lose her again. It would take ten hours at least to go to Broken Arm Peak. Now that she was injured from a fall, how could she withstand it?
Suddenly, there was a sound of 'porphyrin', and Wanyanche stepped back with startled eyes. Her handsome face was shocked. She actually——
"What are you doing? Get up." Wanyanche didn't expect that she would kneel down and beg him.
"Then what do you want me to do? Why sit here and wait? I can't do it. Wanyan Che, please be my gentleman. Take me to Broken Arm Peak. I want to find him. He promised me that he would marry me.
, I promised not to die, so I want to find him, I beg you to take me there, I beg you." Jun Ziyan begged and kowtowed to Wanyan Che with tears in his eyes, his pale forehead gradually becoming red and swollen.
How could Wanyanche bear the sound of knocking?
He knelt down and hugged Jun Ziyan tightly, using enough strength to crush him into pieces: "Yan'er, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I hate it so much, I hate that I wasn't the one who fell off the cliff. Maybe that way, you wouldn't be so desperate.
!”
How ironic that his wife, his pillowcase, is so heartbroken now, but it's not because of him!
All of this was his own fault. If he hadn't hurt Yan'er, she and Su Shajue wouldn't be so happy with each other, nor would they be so miserable!
Wanyan Che's tight thin lips raised a mocking arc, "creatures are fooling people, creatures are fooling people!"
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After ten hours of driving all night, Junziyan stayed in the carriage dully. Wanyanche was driving this trip.
Her silk hair was untied, her shawl was spread out, and she was still wearing only a blue shirt. Although Wanyanche had put on a cape at her insistence, it made her look even more fragile.
His calm face was as pale as porcelain, his eyes were lineless, and his breathing was as light as death.
Outside the car, Wanyan Che was driving and whipping, his eyes were ashen on his yellow and haggard face. There was only a thin curtain between the two of them. They were so close, but they were thousands of miles apart.
By the time we reached the Broken Arm Peak, it was already dawn in the east.
At this time, elite soldiers from Prince Su's Palace and Duan Mu were still searching at the bottom of the cliff, as were the Royal Guards sent by the imperial court. They had been searching day and night for nearly four days, and all of them had blood oozing from their pupils and looked haggard.
As soon as they heard the sound of the carriage approaching, and when everyone saw the general and Jun Ziyan wearing a dark cloak, Duan Mu's eyes flashed with anger and he clenched his fists. When he thought that the prince died because of her, he
We can no longer treat Jun Ziyan as we used to.
When everyone saw the general, they all bowed and saluted, and addressed the gentleman as "ma'am".
Wanyan Che waved his hand, and Jun Ziyan followed him to help him get out of the car. He stumbled to Duan Mu and asked anxiously: "How is it? Did you find it?"
Hearing this, Duan Mu looked sad and shook his head without saying a word, with resentment in his eyes.
Jun Ziyan's remaining hope was extinguished, and he felt dizzy and fell backwards. Wanyanche quickly supported him and asked anxiously: "Yan'er, your body is too weak and you shouldn't blow the wind.
It’s better to go to the car and rest for a while before looking for it, okay?”
Duan Mu couldn't bear to see the gentleman saying the same thing, but at this time he was filled with grief and anger. Although he knew that the prince had a soft spot for Miss Jun, the prince also suffered because of her, so he could not remain indifferent!
Now that the prince can't be found and she doesn't even know whether he is alive or dead, how can he treat her?
How should he face his little master?
Jun Ziyan calmed his breathing, broke away from Wanyan Che's caress, and breathed shallowly: "I'm fine."
"Yan'er——" Seeing her frail body passing away, Wanyan Che's eyes were blank and her heart ached.
The bottom of the cliff was completely deserted, and the still wind was biting and biting, blowing on the face and causing a faint pain.
The black silk hair was blown wildly, the ink-colored cloak fluttered in the wind, and the elegant blue shirt underneath was faintly visible, but it was already dark and tarnished at this time.
Now standing at the bottom of the cliff, Jun Ziyan realized that she didn't even have the courage to cry.
There was a roar in my mind, just because I was afraid!
The hands under the blue shirt were clenched, and the body was shaking. Looking at the searching soldiers and guards in front of him, Jun Ziyan felt at a loss.
Quan's eyes were stunned for a moment, and suddenly, remembering Wanyan Che's words, his lifeless eyes lit up, he grabbed a Jingwei with one hand and asked: "Where is the cold pool?"
Jingwei was stunned for a moment, stunned by the glimmer of hope that appeared in Jun Ziyan's eyes. When he came back to his senses, he panicked and said: "Here, it's less than a hundred meters ahead. Where should I go to find the prince? But my subordinates have already looked for him."
,Nothing at all, madam——"
Before he finished speaking, Jun Ziyan walked towards Hantan in panic.
Wanyan Che was not far from Junziyan, but he was shocked when he saw her suddenly asking something to Jingwei and then suddenly leaving. He angrily grabbed the Jingwei by the collar and shouted: "What on earth did you say to her?"
The voice was slightly high-pitched and jarring, and his eyes were as sharp as knives. He was so frightened that Jingwei's face turned blue and white.
"General, my subordinate, this subordinate is nothing. It was my wife who suddenly asked me where the cold pool is. I just replied that the cold pool is less than a hundred meters in front of me, and my wife suddenly left." Jingwei fought fiercely,
Very frightened.
Hearing this, Wanyanche was suddenly startled, immediately let go of Jingwei and hurriedly chased after him.
A hundred meters away, Jun Ziyan ran all the way, the cloak on his body had loosened and separated from his body, and his blue shirt was like the most gorgeous "blue flower butterfly" in winter.
Wanyan Che and Jiao Huan were chasing after him: "Yan'er, Yan'er."
Seeing her running straight towards the cold wave and getting closer and closer, Wanyan Che's heart was in high spirits and his brain was in a state of confusion. He wondered what her intentions were.
Suddenly, the blue shirt in front of him suddenly jumped towards the cold pool water which was as flat as a mirror.
"Splash -" The thin body was submerged into the pool, and the cold pool was immediately stirred up with a splash of water.
"Yan'er——" Wanyan Che's face instantly turned pale, and the next moment, he jumped in.
The cold pool was a deep blue, and the biting cold water penetrated straight into the heart. Jun Ziyan was completely unaware, held his breath, and used his most proficient swimming skills to display his limbs in the pool. His body swam lower and lower, illuminated by the dawn light.
In the end, I searched the bottom of the pond with the little hope left in my heart.
He said that he would not die! He said that he would marry her!
A peach blossom promise, a white-headed promise! It is impossible for him to make a mistake, and I believe he is reluctant to break his promise!