Chapter 38 Injured Nalan Qingyi's gentle voice finally changed, as if the water that had always been warm finally boiled, "He is my father! He is the king of this country."
"Go out and prepare for your wedding." Jing Yirong ignored Nalan Qingyi.
Nalan Qingyi's lonely figure stood in the empty courtyard, and the feeling of loneliness still arose, and the relationship that he had finally established with her began to disappear again.
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The Palace of the Underworld is preparing for the grand ceremony of setting up a concubine for the prince. At this time, Xiao Yan, who is in need of Yubu, finally found the residence of Prince Junqi after thirteen days of hard work. It took her thirteen days to get Yubu.
It would take thirteen days to go back. In other words, he only had four days to stay in Yubu. Otherwise, she would not be able to return to the Taiwang Palace in January, and neither would Jing Yirong.
Give yourself a second chance.
Xiao Yan, dressed in black clothes and with a mask on her face, took advantage of the darkness to sneak into Prince Junqi's mansion. She had not had a good rest for thirteen days, and she felt a little tired, but she still had no intention of resting.
The moon was dark and the wind was high. Xiao Yan took out a pen and painted the layout of the mansion bit by bit. After painting one place, it flew to the roof of another room. Unexpectedly, the Junqi Prince's Mansion was surprisingly large and heavily guarded. During the day
I have made inquiries outside and found that there are more than a hundred people in Prince Junqi's residence, and in fact, more than half of them are guards.
Xiao Yan couldn't help but think, who is this Prince Junqi? Why do he need so many guards. Thinking about it, Xiao Yan still carried out the work at hand very seriously. After the painting was completed, she found that there was another courtyard.
It was completed. I felt a lot more relaxed. I lightly exercised my skills and flew to the roof of another room. When I stepped on the tiles, I found that a piece of the tile seemed to be broken, and the loose tile immediately made a sound.
It was too late to leave. The guards' ears were too sharp in the silent night sky. The guards raised their heads and shouted, "Who is it?"
After a sound, dozens of torches lit up immediately. Only then did Xiao Yan truly feel that Prince Junqi's palace was on full alert. Before she could react, two masters flew up to the roof, stood on both sides of her, and raised their hands.
Pointing the spear at himself, "You will die if you dare to break into Prince Junqi's palace at night."
Xiao Yan remained silent and tried to escape as soon as she moved.
Unexpectedly, the two guards were not vegetarians, so they immediately discovered Xiao Yan's motive, and the two of them entered and exited the gun at the same time. Xiao Yan felt the sharp sword power from the spears on both sides, and immediately bent her legs forward and leaned back.
, dodged the clash of spears, stood up instantly, and flew to the ground.
The surrounding guards immediately surrounded her, and the two people on the roof also flew down. "If you surrender without mercy, we will keep your whole body."
"Arrogant, ridiculous." Xiao Yan sneered and began to attack the crowd. After being discovered, there was only one way to leave, and that was to fight desperately.
When the surrounding guards saw Xiao Yan's move, they all stepped forward one after another. You're welcome to attack me, but Xiao Yan didn't seem to be an easy person. She could still cope with being surrounded by everyone.
come over.
It's just that the long days of traveling have already used up more than half of Xiao Yan's energy, and now she is naturally more and more unable to cope with the siege of a group of people.
When Yang Feng appeared in the corridor, Xiao Yan was already out of breath and tired in the crowd, but she was still struggling for the last time. In the end, she was hit on the knee by the barrel of a spear from nowhere, and she knelt down in the crowd with one knee.
Among them, he put his sword to the ground and looked at the dark crowd in front of him, "To defeat the few with more, it turns out that Prince Junqi's house is full of rats."
"Everyone, step back." Yang Feng suddenly gave an order, and everyone stopped and turned to look at Yang Feng.
Yang Feng jumped up and stood in front of Xiao Yan, "Let's pick one of you to let you know that Junqi Mansion is not the place you should come to."
Xiao Yan had mixed feelings when she saw Yang Feng. Although the person she least wanted to meet here was him. Because they could only be enemies now, but his attention to her in the past could almost be regarded as saving her life, but now he
I want to give him a stick again.
In the Kingdom of the Underworld, he was dressed in black, and she was a guard. Yu Bu, she was dressed in black, and he was a swordsman. They were different masters and did not work together. But in the Kingdom of the Underworld, he saved her once. Xiao Yan held up her exhausted body,
He held up the long sword unsteadily and pointed it at Yang Feng.
Yang Feng pulled out his sword and stabbed Xiao Yan with a graceful swing. Xiao Yan held the sword to block her. In order to return to Jing Yirong, she had no choice.
The two of them started to compete with each other, but everyone present knew that the assassin who came was actually exhausted a long time ago. Now he was just holding on. Commander Yang only needed to use a little more strength.
It's time for him to surrender.
Xiao Yan became increasingly unable to resist the sword in Yang Feng's hand. His martial arts was already superior to hers, not to mention that she had no strength now. As soon as Xiao Yan lost her mind, Yang Feng knocked the sword out of her hand and raised it.
As he looked, Yang Feng's long sword was stabbing straight at him.
Xiao Yan kicked her legs, tilted her body and moved backwards. Looking at the sword that was getting closer and closer, she could only try to avoid it, but her back was against the wooden pillar in the corridor, her feet were against the steps, and her head was slightly turned towards
Then I turned around, with no way out...
Turning his head again, Yang Feng's face got closer and closer, and finally the sword pierced his shoulder without hesitation, and penetrated deeply into the wooden pillar.
The tip of her tongue felt fishy and sweet, her heart and chest swelled, and blood overflowed from her mouth the next moment. Xiao Yan weakly leaned against the wooden pillar, her already weak body becoming more fragile because of this stab. She had already tasted the pain of the blade piercing the flesh,
It's just that this time it seemed to be even more painful than the last time when her bones were locked. It was so painful that she almost lost the strength to even open her eyes.
Confidence flashed across Yang Feng's brows, and he reached out and pulled out the long sword on Xiao Yan's shoulder.
"Yes." Xiao Yan screamed in pain, and blood spurted out as the sword was pulled out, making the black color more translucent.
"I want to see what you look like?" After Yang Feng said that, he held the sword and tried to lift Xiao Yan's veil.
Xiao Yan hurriedly stretched out her hand to hold the long sword. The sharp blade cut her palm open, and blood flowed down the silver sword. Yang Feng was shocked and looked at Xiao Yan. He felt the panic and pain in her eyes that disturbed him for a while.
My heart ached, my eyes were like crescent moons, and my heart tightened, it couldn't... it couldn't be her.
Yang Feng let go of the hand holding the sword hilt, walked towards Xiao Yan, and slowly stretched out his hand.
Xiao Yan threw away the sword in her hand and weakly grabbed Yang Feng's hand with a bloody hand, "Don't look..."
Yang Feng brushed Xiao Yan's hand away and pulled off the veil insistently. His heart seemed to have been punched hard, and the delicate and pale familiar face appeared in front of his eyes. His mind was blank, only Xiao Yan's pale smile continued to reach her shoulders.
The blood spilled out, and Xiao Yan finally whispered softly when she fell down, "I'm sorry..."
Yang Feng stretched out his hand to drag Xiao Yan's body, and looked at the group of subordinates behind him in panic, "Go find the doctor, quickly!"
The subordinates stood stiffly, unable to react for a moment as to why their leader was holding the assassin.
"Go quickly!" Yang Feng roared again, and someone in the crowd ran out.
Yang Feng's heart-wrenching gaze never moved away from Xiao Yan's shoulder. Thinking of her painful expression when he drew his sword just now, his heart was plucked again. He hurt her, but it was so serious. He should apologize.
It should be him!
"Commander Yang, please rest assured. This girl's life is not in danger. She just lost too much blood. Just be more careful not to get wet and prevent the wound from getting suppurative." The doctor couldn't help but say when he saw Yang Feng frowning deeply.
Yang Feng nodded lightly, and then said to his men: "You all go out, and I will explain this matter to the prince."
"Yes." Although a group of subordinates had questions, they did not dare to raise them, so they obeyed the order and left.
Yang Feng stretched out his hand and caressed Xiao Yan's pale cheek, and said in a serious tone, "Why do you have to let me see you bleeding every time?"
Of course Xiao Yan, who was sleeping soundly, would not answer. Yang Feng sighed, "It was me who hurt you this time."
Yang Feng took Xiao Yan's bandaged hand again and put it gently to his lips, "You don't let me see your face because you are afraid that I will be sad? Or are you afraid that your identity will be exposed? Why are you here? Why are you coming to Yubu?
Won’t tell me?”
Yang Feng had a lot of questions to ask, but Xiao Yan couldn't wake up. Maybe she was really tired.
Yang Feng stayed with Xiao Yan while she was sleeping and never left her. He hoped to hear her explanation and said he was sorry to her.
Finally, after being in a coma for a day and a night, Xiao Yan finally woke up the next evening. The afterglow shone into the room, making the whole room much warmer. Xiao Yan opened her eyes and looked around, and all her thoughts came back to her mind instantly.
Inside, he moved his fingers slightly, but found that they seemed to be wrapped in something. He lowered his eyes and found that the person sleeping next to the bed was Yang Feng.
He lay sleeping peacefully beside the bed, holding her hand firmly in his big palm. His resolute face looked so soft under the afterglow, which was heart-warming. Xiao Yan was indeed moved, and for a moment she
I actually want time to stop.
Xiao Yan suddenly realized what she was thinking, and quickly retracted her hand in surprise. The fast movement hurt the injury on her shoulder, and Xiao Yan frowned and gasped.
Yang Feng was woken up by the movement that was not too big. Looking at Xiao Yan with a painful look on her face, she hurriedly sat up and said, "How are you? Does the wound hurt again? I'll call the doctor."
"Wait a minute," Xiao Yan grabbed Yang Feng who stood up. Yang Feng turned around and his eyes fell on Xiao Yan's hand. Xiao Yan's face immediately felt hot as he looked at him, and she quickly retracted her hand.
"I'm fine. No need to call the doctor. I just want to ask how long I slept?"
"One day and one night," Yang Feng replied softly, trying to look as natural as possible.
Xiao Yan was startled and hurriedly tried to sit up, "It's too late."
Seeing the situation, Yang Feng hurriedly stepped forward to help her up, "When is it too late?"
"Nothing?" Xiao Yan avoided Yang Feng's gaze, "Thank you for saving me, I think I should go back."
Yang Feng held Xiao Yan's shoulders to prevent her from getting out of bed, "What are you going to do? Your wounds haven't healed yet and you're not allowed to go anywhere now."
"I have something urgent." Xiao Yan replied eagerly.
Yang Feng looked at Xiao Yan with doubtful eyes, "You haven't told me when it's too late? And why did you become an assassin in Prince Junqi's Palace?"