Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

Chapter 197 A Hero Saves a Beauty

At this moment, Feng Qingyue slowly opened her eyes, and a few faint rays of morning light filtered through the window lattice of the wooden house.

She tried to move her body, and the injury on her shoulder was no longer painful, but just a little numb.

She lifted the quilt, sat up, and glanced at the simple furnishings in the room, her mind clear.

"Girl, are you awake?" The middle-aged man walked in with a bowl of steaming porridge and a simple smile on his face.

Feng Qingyue nodded and said gently, "Thank you for your care over the past few days, uncle. My injuries are almost healed, and I am ready to leave today."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "Girl, the mountain roads here are steep and the snow is heavy. It's too dangerous for you to go out alone."

Let my son give you a ride. He is familiar with this area and can get you out safely.

Feng Qingyue hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded: "Then I'll trouble you, uncle."

The farmer smiled and waved his hand: "No trouble, no trouble. I'll go call him right away."

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A moment later, the middle-aged man's son, a teenager about seventeen or eighteen years old, walked in.

He was tall and thin, with a shy look on his face, and was holding a thick wooden stick in his hand, which was obviously used to explore the way.

"Girl, my name is Aniu, and my father asked me to take you out." The boy scratched his head, his tone a little awkward.

Feng Qingyue smiled slightly: "Thank you, Aniu."

The two of them packed up briefly and set out on their journey out of the mountain.

The snow has stopped, but the mountain road is still slippery and difficult to walk on.

Aniu walked in front, using a wooden stick to explore the way, and looked back from time to time to remind Feng Qingyue to be careful with her steps.

"Girl, are you from Kyoto?" Aniu asked as he walked.

Feng Qingyue nodded: "Yes, I have something urgent to go back for."

Ah Niu said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions. He just concentrated on leading the way.

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After walking for about half an hour, the mountain road gradually opened up.

Feng Qingyue was just breathing a sigh of relief when she suddenly heard a noisy sound of footsteps coming from the front.

"Stop!" A stern shout came from the front.

Feng Qingyue looked up and saw a dozen men in black blocking the middle of the road. Leading them was the middle-aged man who had snatched the Frost Snow Lotus in the snowy area that day.

"It's you." The middle-aged man sneered and stared at Feng Qingyue with a sinister look.

"I didn't expect you to be so lucky. The avalanche didn't kill you."

Feng Qingyue's eyes instantly turned cold, her hand on the dagger at her waist, her tone icy: "Who are you? Why do you keep pestering me?"

The middle-aged man sneered: "It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is that you don't think about leaving alive today."

Ah Niu was so frightened that his face turned pale and he said in a trembling voice, "Girl, what...what's going on?"

Feng Qingyue whispered, "Aniu, you go first."

Aniu hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and nodded: "Girl, be careful!" After that, he turned around and ran back the way he came.

The middle-aged man did not try to stop her, but instead looked at Feng Qingyue coldly: "Do you think you can escape by yourself?"

Feng Qingyue drew out her dagger, her eyes sharp as a knife: "Escape? I never thought of escaping."

Before she finished her words, she rushed out like an arrow, and the dagger drew a cold light in the snow.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and waved his hand: "Catch her!"

A dozen men in black immediately surrounded them, and amidst the flashing swords and shadows, Feng Qingyue's figure shuttled back and forth like a ghost.

Her movements were quick and decisive, and each blow went straight to the vital points, but the opponent was outnumbered and she gradually felt powerless.

"Bang!" A man in black attacked from behind and hit Feng Qingyue on the shoulder with a palm.

She groaned, staggered back a few steps, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

The middle-aged man smiled smugly and said, "Give up, you can't escape."

Feng Qingyue gritted her teeth, a look of determination flashing in her eyes: "Even if I die, I will drag you down with me!"

Just as she was about to fight to the death, a cold voice came from a distance -

"Who dares to touch her?"

Feng Qingyue looked up suddenly and saw a familiar figure rushing towards her from the end of the snow.

The man was wearing a dark robe and had frosty eyes. It was Jun Lingyuan.

"Jun Lingyuan..." Feng Qingyue murmured, a complex look flashing in her eyes.

The middle-aged man's face changed and he said sternly: "Stop him!"

Several men in black immediately rushed towards Jun Lingyuan, but before they got close, they were cut down by his sword.

His swordsmanship was extremely sharp, and each strike carried the force of thunder. The man in black was completely unable to resist.

"Looking for death!" The middle-aged man roared and went forward in person.

Jun Lingyuan's eyes were cold, and the long sword in his hand was like a dragon, aiming straight at the opponent's throat.

The middle-aged man barely blocked a few blows, but soon fell into a disadvantage.

"Bang!" Jun Lingyuan hit the middle-aged man in the chest with his palm, sending him flying several feet.

The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale.

"Retreat!" He gritted his teeth and ordered, and the men in black immediately fled in all directions.

Jun Lingyuan did not pursue, but quickly walked to Feng Qingyue's side and held her with his hand: "Are you okay?"

Feng Qingyue shook her head, her tone a little tired: "It's okay, why are you here? Has the poison been cured?"

Jun Lingyuan's eyes darkened, and his voice was low: "It's solved. How can I not come when you are here?"

Feng Qingyue was slightly startled, then lowered her head and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum: "I'm sorry for making you worry."

Jun Lingyuan didn't say much, but just gently held her in his arms, with a bit of blame in his tone: "Next time, don't take risks alone."

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Feng Qingyue leaned in Jun Lingyuan's arms. The wound on her shoulder was torn again due to the fight just now, and blood seeped through her clothes.

Her face was as pale as paper, with fine beads of cold sweat oozing from her forehead, and her breathing became rapid.

Jun Lingyuan noticed something was wrong with her, looked down, and frowned: "Is the wound broken?"

Feng Qingyue nodded reluctantly, her voice weak: "It's okay, it just hurts a little..."

"Don't be so stubborn." Jun Lingyuan's tone was cold and hard, but with unquestionable concern.

He quickly took off his outer robe and put it on her, then picked her up and said, "There's an inn nearby. Let's go and treat your wound first."

Feng Qingyue wanted to refuse, but her weak body made her unable to struggle, so she had to let him hold her.

She rested her head on his chest, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat, and felt an inexplicable sense of security in her heart.

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In the snow, Jun Lingyuan's steps were steady and quick.

His eyes were always looking straight ahead with a stern expression, but he was holding her very gently, as if he was afraid of increasing her pain.

Soon, the two arrived at a simple inn.

Although the inn is small, it is a rare place to stay in these wild mountains and wilderness.

Jun Lingyuan kicked open the door of the inn and said to the innkeeper in a cold voice, "Get a room upstairs. Prepare hot water and clean towels."

The shopkeeper was frightened by his fierce aura and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, sir, please follow me!"

Jun Lingyuan carried Feng Qingyue and followed the shopkeeper up to the second floor and into a relatively tidy room.

He gently placed her on the bed, then turned to the shopkeeper and said, "Go find a doctor, quickly!"

The shopkeeper did not dare to delay and immediately responded and left.