This villain has become a ghost

Several arrows shot out from the strings, cutting through the rain while running, accurately hitting several wolves and getting rid of their entanglement.

A wildfire that had not yet taken shape was completely extinguished by the timely arrival of heavy rain.

The horses' hooves splashed a puddle of mud. Perhaps it was because of the rain, or perhaps the wolves were leaderless, so they didn't chase after them.

The cold rain hit Yue Liuyun's pale cheeks, and the blood on his body was washed away by the rain, revealing the hideous wounds.

The mountain road was rugged and the horse's back was bumpy. Nangong Mingzhu wanted to hug her tightly, but was afraid of touching her wound. His hands with distinct knuckles tightly grasped the horse's reins, trembling slightly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Yue Liuyun leaned her head against his chest, resisting the urge to faint, and said in a hoarse voice, "Am I... in a very awkward position now?"

"Not embarrassed," Nangong Mingzhu said in a low voice, his eyes red from the rain, his dark pupils drooping as he spoke, "Just like the bright moon."

Yue Liuyun weakly raised his eyes to look at the dark night sky and the fast-moving rain. He held onto the horse's back, chuckled faintly, and said:

"Are you kidding me? Where's the moon?"

The horses were still galloping madly.

Nangong Mingzhu held the reins tightly with one hand and put his other arm around her. He bent down with his head tilted. His lips were as cold as raindrops, trembling as they fell on her cheek. The water flowed down his neck and into his collar.

"in my heart."

The corners of Yue Liuyun's bloodless lips curled up. Although it should have been freezing cold, there was a warm current rippling and swirling in his heart.

She sighed and said, "...I probably need some sleep now. Remember, no matter how angry you are, you must stay calm."

"Also, this drama must continue. Send me back to General Qiming's mansion."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yue Liuyun finally couldn't hold on any longer and fainted in his arms.

On a dark rainy night, the mountains were silent except for the sound of raindrops hitting leaves. Lightning flashed across the night sky, and the trees swayed in the wind.

Nangong Mingzhu's eyes were burning with heat. After a while, he sighed softly, his voice trembling.

"What should I do with you..."

-

The rain was pouring down and thunder and lightning were roaring.

Song Zhiyi could vaguely see that Nangong Qianshang's plain clothes were completely soaked in mud, his face was pale, and his usually neat clothes were scattered, revealing only his extremely handsome face.

Nangong Qianshang had already thrown away his bow and arrow. Song Zhiyi held his hand tightly and said, "...Don't be afraid."

Perhaps no one except her knew that His Royal Highness Prince Xuan, who was usually bright and sunny, was afraid of thunder.

But he came anyway.

"How could I not be afraid?" Nangong Qianshang's voice trembled as he locked her in his arms. Their two bodies pressed tightly together in the rain. He whispered, "Zhiyi, you are the only one I have..."

"...Just now I have been thinking, if you die, I will never live alone."

She was the only person in the world he felt loved by, and if she died, he would lose his last spark in the world.

Nangong Qianshang's eyes were red. He closed his eyes and everything in the past came to mind vividly.

The shabby little house of the past was cold, damp, and without sunlight. He could only squeeze in it with his mother Jiang Lan. The thick darkness and endless blame and beatings were all he had.

And all the pain and beatings came from Jiang Lan.

Nangong Chunyi concealed his identity and cruelly abandoned Jiang Lan, turning her from a praised talent into a shameless abandoned woman...

How could she not hate all this?

She hated him, but she vented all her hatred on Nangong Qianshang.

What mother would name her son "Qianshang"?

...a name that carries infinite resentment and curse.

He will never forget that night of thunder and lightning.

The woman was disheveled, her eyes were fierce and crazy, and she was uttering sharp curses, as if she were a demon from hell.

The sticks repeatedly struck the little boy, making muffled thuds and hoarse cries. He curled up on the ground, trembling, but not daring to resist. The woman vented her dissatisfaction and anger to her heart's content.

"Why don't you just die? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be reduced to this!"

"Damn bastard!"

……

The endless insults and vicious beatings made Nangong Qianshang extremely afraid of the crazy woman in front of him.

Suddenly, the rickety door was blown open by the wind, thunder roared outside, and a bolt of lightning struck the bamboo forest behind the hut accurately, instantly igniting a fire that quickly engulfed the entire hut.

The woman's scolding stopped abruptly.

The hut, which was already extremely dilapidated, was now even more shaky, and the burning beams were falling towards him.

Nangong Qianshang closed his eyes in despair.

However, the next second, he was pushed out of the blazing fire by a strong force, collapsed to the ground, and rolled out the door.

"Get out of here! The farther the better!"

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the woman who had beaten and scolded him being knocked to the ground, thick smoke rising, and a fire snake instantly engulfed her.

Nangong Qianshang stared blankly at the raging fire in front of him, tears streaming down his face, and roared loudly, his childish voice hoarse and painful.

Jiang Lan died just like that.

He died with endless resentment and only a little remaining kindness.

Another thunder roared, and after a violent wind, rain poured down like a torrential downpour, extinguishing the remaining ashes.

He had absolutely nothing left.

Even his biological mother, who had been so cruel to him, was gone.

A sudden cold touch in his eyes brought Nangong Qianshang back from his painful memories.

Song Zhiyi snatched the reins from his hand and drove the horse, then covered his eyes, raised her head and gave him a light kiss mixed with raindrops on her lips.

"Don't look, and don't be afraid. I'll be fine, and neither will you." Her voice, originally as cold as pearls falling on a plate, now carried a lot of tenderness.

"it is good."

-

The rain came violently and went away quickly. In a blink of an eye, it turned from a heavy downpour to a drizzle, and then gradually stopped.

Ling Chaomian at the foot of the mountain was already extremely anxious.

If Nangong Mingzhu had not told him not to come rashly without asking for help, he would have searched the mountain with Lin Yuan long ago.

The soldiers lit the fire sticks and started a fire.

Lin Yuan's brows were still furrowed, and he finally spoke:

"Master Imperial Master, do you still want to wait?"

Ling Chaomian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Continue to wait."

"Your Majesty values Marquis Wu'an, and he and His Royal Highness Prince Xuan came personally to rescue people. With Your Majesty's martial arts, there will be no problem." He added.

His words separated the reason why Nangong Mingzhu appeared here from Yue Liuyun, so as to prevent Liu Zeyin from having any suspicion.

Liu Zeyin certainly felt a little strange about this matter.

Why did the emperor come in person?

However, he really couldn't think of any other reason.

After all, Yue Liuyun was just a homeless orphan wandering the streets. He had already checked and knew that she had absolutely nothing to do with the royal family.

Even if we take a step back, it is impossible for His Majesty the Emperor to personally come to the rescue of a person of low status and status. It is absurd to think about it.

Therefore, the emperor could only do it for the Marquis of Wu'an.