When Lan Yin carried Xin Mo'er halfway, the dozens of assassins who assassinated them more than half an hour ago came out again and blocked their way up the mountain.
Each one was holding a bow and arrow, and Lan Yin could almost smell the smell of death on their faces.
Lan Yin was shocked. It turned out that these people were well-trained killers who would not give up until they achieved their goals. She didn't know who ordered them to assassinate the little princess.
Although she was confused, her feet were not idle. Since she couldn't go up, she had no choice but to run down the mountain. As soon as she turned around, dozens more killers appeared, surrounding her.
Hard to fly with wings.
Suddenly, twenty sharp arrows flew towards Lan Yin and Xin Mo'er on her back. Lan Yin felt that her hair stood on end.
Without having time to think about anything, Xin Moer fell from her back into her arms with a backhand move. Lan Yin turned sideways and covered her main parts with his body.
In the midst of the electric light and flint, a slender white figure appeared like a god, but it was tainted with evil aura, like a Rakshasa.
Oreo was hovering back and forth above his head, obviously it had brought him here.
Following Feng Qingcang were Nangong Yun and Feng Qingyu.
The twenty men in black looked at each other with a flash of surprise in their eyes. They quickly changed their formations and surrounded the three of them and the five men of Lan Yin who were protecting Xin Mo'er.
The sharp arrows in his hand flew out, and every arrow hit the vital point.
Lan Yin was surprised. From the way they looked at each other just now, it could be seen that they knew the identities of the prince, the Ninth Prince, and Prince Nangong, but she didn't expect that these people would dare to kill them.
What are they from?
The corners of Feng Qingcang's mouth curved in a cold and charming arc, and he raised his hand slightly, and all the sharp arrows that were shot near him were scattered on the ground.
Nangong Yun and Feng Qingyu made the same elegant and unrestrained movements, and the arrow feathers that flew towards them fell to the ground without even touching the corners of their clothes.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the leading men in black shouted "Retreat", then changed their positions in an orderly manner as quickly as possible, gathered in a pile, and ran down the mountain.
Feng Qing's dark eyes shot out a cold light. He tapped his toes and instantly drifted into the middle of the group of people.
No one saw how he took action, and the men in black were all immobilized and unable to move.
"Tell me, who sent you here?" Feng Qingcang's voice was not loud, but it had the intimidating power of not being angry or intimidating.
The twenty men in black all had panic in their eyes. Although they had heard that Prince Xu's martial arts were extremely powerful and unfathomable, they obviously did not expect him to be so powerful.
"I never say what I say a second time." Feng Qingcang glanced at them one by one.
"Are you going to tell me or not!" Feng Qingyu rushed up. He was not as good-tempered as Feng Qingcang. "Who asked you to assassinate Xiao Mo'er?! You don't want to live anymore, do you?!"
Several people looked at each other and all remained silent.
"Mute?! Let you have a taste of my power!" Feng Qingyu waved the long sword in his hand, and the stomachs of these people were cut open, and blood flowed down their bellies.
"Should you tell me or not?! If you don't tell me, my next sword will be your throat!" Feng Qingyu's patience was almost worn out.
Just when he was about to continue the threat, twenty men in black fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.
Feng Qingcang squinted his eyes and stared at the people on the ground for two seconds, then withdrew his gaze, walked up to Lan Yin, took Xin Mo'er into his arms, and ran towards the mountain.
"Oh, how come these people are all dead?!" Feng Qingyu stopped where he was and was angry, then squatted on the ground and reached into the arms of these people, but he didn't touch anything.
"These people are obviously death warriors. They have taken poison before, and the poison is hidden in their teeth. If the mission fails, they will commit suicide. Generally, they will not put suspicious items on their bodies so that you can explore other people's homes." Nangong Yun
She glanced at him, stopped talking, and followed Feng Qingcang's back.
Night, quiet.
Xin Moer was as quiet as a water lily, lying quietly on the bed.
Lan Yin held on to her weak body and waited outside the door.
Nangong Yun and Feng Qingcang have been blocked by Xiao Wu from returning to their respective residences.
Feng Qingcang took out a black pill from his arms and put it to Xin Moer's mouth.
Xin Moer frowned as if conscious and refused to open her mouth.
"This medicine is not bitter, it is sweet." Feng Qingcang coaxed.
Xin Moer still closed her lips tightly without making any movement.
"Since you can't swallow it, I'll feed you with my mouth."
As soon as she said these words, Xin Moer opened her mouth. The pill was not big and slowly slid down her throat.
It turned out that she was so afraid of him kissing her.
Feng Qingcang's eyes darkened. He left Oreo in the room, went out and closed the door.
Because this is a Buddhist pure land, men and women are not allowed to live in the same courtyard, let alone the same room.
However, Master Fanyin had a good relationship with Feng Qingcang, and after hearing what happened to the little princess, he arranged for the monks in the temple to clear out the vacant room next to Xin Moer so that Feng Qingcang could stay.
"You should also go and rest." Feng Qingcang ordered Lan Yin.
"My servant is fine. I have to stay here to guard the little princess." Lan Yin didn't want to leave.
Feng Qingcang glanced at her, then took a pill to her, "Anyone who comes to visit the little princess will say that she doesn't see guests."
Lan Yin took the pill, took it, and replied respectfully, "Yes."
The next morning, before Xin Moer woke up, she heard shouting outside the door.
"Why can't I go in to see the little girl?! I'm her brother-in-law!" Feng Qingyu shouted outside the door early in the morning, giving a lot of high-sounding reasons, but Lan Yin refused to let him near the room.
One step away.
"I'm very sorry, Ninth Prince. The prince has told me that the young princess's body is very weak and she needs to rest and cannot be disturbed." Lan Yin remained unmoved.
"Master, I have never laid hands on a woman, please don't force me to break the rules!" Feng Qingyu gritted his teeth and glared at Lan Yin.
"Even if the Ninth Prince really takes action, Lan Yin would not dare to let the prince in." Lan Yin was not frightened.
"You!" Feng Qingyu muttered at a loss for words, "Only villains and women are difficult to raise."
Lan Yin seemed not to hear, standing quietly in front of the door like a sculpture.
Just when he was about to leave, Nangong Yun came to the North Courtyard with Master Fanyin.
Master Fanyin heard that the little princess was injured and came to see her.
"Hello, Master Fanyin!" Feng Qingyu became more interested as soon as he saw Master Fanyin coming.
Master Fanyin is the master. No matter how Feng Qingcang tries to stop him, he is just a guest.
Xin Moer, who had been sleeping with her eyes closed for a long time in the room, nervously opened her eyes.