Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

The sharp dagger gleamed coldly.

There was thunder and lightning, and a flash of lightning struck the roof, illuminating Ji Xingyao's pale face.

Three people from Southern Xinjiang approached her at the same time, and the one closest to her had already raised a dagger and stabbed at her neck.

call out!

An arrow shot through the air, piercing the arm of the man from southern Xinjiang with such speed that it was impossible to cover an ear.

"Ah——" the man screamed, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.

The other two people from southern Xinjiang immediately turned around and looked outside the door.

In the rain, a horse came galloping, and the man on the horse was holding a bow and arrow. When the man from southern Xinjiang turned around, the second arrow had already been shot.

The two men from southern Xinjiang quickly climbed down from the incense table, one of them quickly leaned against the wall, and the other hid behind the Buddha statue.

Ji Xingyao couldn't see the person coming through the hazy rain and fog, but she knew that a turning point was just around the corner.

She lowered her head to search and found the dagger dropped by the man from Southern Xinjiang.

While the people outside the house were attracting the attention of the people from southern Xinjiang, she quickly picked up the dagger and tried to cut the rope tied around her wrists.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer. Ji Xingyao looked outside the door in panic, only to see the man on the horse wearing a conical hat and a black cloth covering his face, so his face could not be seen.

He was dressed in Taifeng clothing, had well-trained movements, and was particularly skilled in archery, with almost no misses.

Just as Ji Xingyao cut a rope, the man from southern Xinjiang who was hiding by the wall was hit by an arrow in the shoulder.

Two people from Southern Xinjiang had already fallen to the ground. Ji Xingyao took advantage of this opportunity and immediately ran out of the hollow Bodhisattva's belly.

The people from southern Xinjiang behind him were wary of the archers outside the temple and could only watch Ji Xingyao run out the door.

As she walked out of the temple gate, the man on horseback extended his right hand to her and said, "Get on the horse."

Ji Xingyao grabbed him with both hands and was pulled onto the horse by a strong force. The man asked, "Apart from you, is there anyone else inside?"

"No." Ji Xingyao answered loudly.

"it is good."

This man had no desire to fight and rode away at full speed with Ji Xingyao.

The horse's hooves splashed water as it galloped through the jungle on the roadside. It took a long time before it stopped a mile away from the city gate.

"Miss, the city gate is just ahead. You can go back on your own. Goodbye." As he said this, the man on horseback prepared to drive away.

"Wait." Ji Xingyao stopped him and said, "Today, a chivalrous man saved us. Could you please tell me his name?"

The man shook his head: "He is just a nobody, don't worry about him."

Ji Xingyao always felt something was wrong. This person's voice sounded familiar to her.

"Can I see your face?" Ji Xingyao insisted.

"No need, miss. Goodbye." The man seemed to have run out of patience and ignored her.

Ji Xingyao suddenly said: "Tang Ying!"

The man on horseback turned around in surprise and asked, "How do you know my name?"

Of course she knew, because Tang Ying was Wen Yuan's secret guard.

Tang Ying was able to become Wen Yuan's secret guard because of Ji Xingyao's recommendation.

Tang Ying suffered burns on half his face as a child, leading to him being ostracized and mocked by his peers. With no friends, he often stayed alone. He loved archery and became obsessed with practicing it, eventually learning martial arts on his own.

A person born in a poor family, even if he has a lot of skills, will still be poor until he meets a mentor who can recognize his talent.

In order to make a living, he wore a mask and performed stone-breaking and blindfolded archery on the streets.

Ji Xingyao has loved being lively since she was a child and often wandered around the capital. One day, she happened to encounter Tang Ying's performance.

Ji Xingyao was convinced by Tang Ying's archery skills. It was rare for an ordinary person who had never received any systematic training to achieve such an achievement.

Coincidentally, the Ruiping Palace was recruiting guards at that time, so Ji Xingyao took Tang Ying back.

Tang Ying is studious, honest and loyal. He speaks very little. The burns on his face look horrifying, so he always wears a mask for fear of scaring others. Ji Xingyao thinks he is very suitable to be a secret guard.

With her recommendation, Tang Ying became Wen Yuan's secret guard.

He has been with Wen Yuan for three years and has become Wen Yuan's confidant. For Wen Yuan, he would even disobey the emperor's orders.

Wen Yuan said that her secret guards were dealt with by Li Zhao, and they all thought Tang Ying was dead, but they didn't expect he was still alive.

Ji Xingyao was delighted. She introduced herself with a smile, "I am Ling'er, the imperial concubine's personal maid."

Tang Ying's expression remained alert: "I have never seen the girl before, how did you recognize me?"

Ji Xingyao pointed to the right side of his neck, where there were burn marks.

"The Queen told me about you. She said you were an extremely skilled archer. You have a wound on your face, so I assumed it was you."

Tang Ying didn't expect that the wound on her neck would expose her.

He relaxed his frown and asked in a low voice, "Is the queen okay?"

not good.

Ji Xingyao said in his heart.

Seeing Ling'er remained silent, Tang Ying didn't ask any further questions. He knew a little about the Imperial Concubine's situation. However, he was a criminal and could not set foot in the Imperial City. The Emperor's willingness to spare his life was already a great favor.

There is a limit to what he can do.

The imperial concubine's maid was kidnapped by people from southern Xinjiang, and this incident was bound to cause an uproar.

Tang Ying reminded her, "Miss Ling'er, people from Southern Xinjiang have been appearing frequently in the suburbs of Beijing recently. I'm afraid they have some ulterior motive. When we return to the palace, be sure to tell Her Majesty to be careful of Princess Amire."

"Yes, I will." Ji Xingyao nodded.

Time was running out, and there was no time to reminisce. Before leaving, Ji Xingyao asked him, "Guard Tang, do you still need...to break a stone in your chest?"

"Haha." Tang Ying laughed. "There's a training ground outside the capital, not far from the dilapidated temple where you were captured. I'm the instructor there."

Good, very good.

Being a secret guard is not easy, you have to risk your life every day. Being an ordinary instructor is not bad either, at least it is stable.

Ji Xingyao looked up at him, feeling deeply moved. She never expected that the guard she picked up on the street many years ago could save her life today.

Maybe, everything is destined.

"Guard Tang, goodbye."

Tang Ying took off the hat on his head and put it on Ji Xingyao's head.

"Miss Ling'er, goodbye. Please give my regards to the Empress for me."

"I will." Ji Xingyao waved to him, turned around and ran towards the city gate.

Only after seeing Ji Xingyao enter the city gate with his own eyes did Tang Ying turn his horse and head towards the training ground.

Northeast of Beijing, Li Heng led a team of elite soldiers galloping on a deserted mountain road.

"Your Highness, we've searched this mountain extensively, but there's no sign of Ling'er." Lu Feilin stopped Li Heng as he was about to climb the mountain, shouting at the top of his lungs. Under the torrential rain, thunder and lightning raged, their robes soaking wet and weighing them down on their bodies, heavier than armor.

"Then let's go northwest." Li Heng gave the order, and without saying anything, he changed direction.

Dozens of well-trained horses followed Li Heng's pace and galloped through the woods.

As it was getting dark, they finally found the dilapidated temple.

Li Heng quickly dismounted and walked into the temple.

There were traces of fighting in the dilapidated temple, with bright red bloodstains on the corners of the walls and on the incense stand.

Not far from the incense table, a purse fell to the ground. Lu Feilin picked up the purse and handed it to Li Heng.

This purse is a style commonly used by palace maids.

"Xingyao!"