Huanzhu Time Travel: Yan Luo's Unbreakable Love in the Yong Dynasty

Outside the old temple, Furen fought with all his might against the attacks of the shadowy figure, shouting to his men on the ground as he fought, "Get up! We have to survive!" His face was covered in sweat, his hair plastered messily to his face, his eyes filled with fierceness and defiance, his arm muscles were taut, his sword drew sharp arcs in the air, and although his steps were a little unsteady, he still steadily defended against attacks from all directions.

The subordinate, cowering on the ground, cried out, "Sir, I really can't do it, I'm scared!" He clutched his hands even tighter, curled up into a ball, trembling, his entire back soaked with sweat, his clothes clinging tightly to his body. He stole a glance at the battlefield, his eyes filled with fear, then immediately closed them again, as if looking any longer would mean being killed.

The fallen subordinate cried out in despair, "Sir, save me!" He scrambled backward on all fours, but tripped over a stone and fell to the ground in a sorry state, his hands flailing wildly in the air, his eyes filled with terror and helplessness. At that moment, a knife was slashing toward his back.

At this critical moment, Furen shouted, "No!" He suddenly turned to the side and used his sword to block the fatal blow. Because of the excessive force, he lost his footing and knelt on one knee.

Seeing this, the young henchman's eyes reddened, and he shouted, "Sir!" He threw the stone in his hand with all his might at the leader of the dark figures, yelling, "Take this!" The stone drew an arc in the air and crashed into the dark figures with a whooshing sound.

The leader of the dark figures easily dodged to the side, spat, and cursed, "You overestimating fool!" He held the knife in both hands, raised it high, and pretended to deliver a fatal blow to his young subordinate. His face was full of ferocity, and his eyes flashed with bloodlust, as if he could already see his young subordinate's blood splattered on the spot.

Inside the palace, Xiao Yanzi's eyes were bloodshot and her face was full of anger. She stomped her feet and said, "Yu Hang, if you stop me again, I'm really going to take action!" She clenched her fists, her knuckles turned white, and she leaned forward, assuming an attack stance. The veins on her neck bulged slightly, and her chest heaved violently, as if she was about to rush up and fight Lin Yu Hang at any moment.

Lin Yuhang looked pained, but he still held onto Xiao Yanzi tightly with both hands, pleading, "Sister, don't force me, I can't let you go to your death!" His forehead was covered with sweat, which slid down his cheeks. His eyes were full of helplessness and pain. His feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. Even though Xiao Yanzi had scratched red marks on the back of his hands, he did not let go at all.

Consort Ling, sobbing uncontrollably, rushed over and hugged Xiao Yanzi's legs, crying, "Your Majesty, please calm down! You are the hope of this palace! You can't take such a risk!" Her eyes were red and swollen, her face was covered in tears, and snot was running down her face. She didn't care about her appearance at all. She hugged Xiao Yanzi's legs tightly with both hands, her body trembling slightly, and her voice was choked with sobs, almost desperate.

Lin Yuxuan, sweating profusely from anxiety, suddenly had a flash of inspiration and shouted, "I've got it! Sister, Brother Yuhang, let's send people to support Lord Fulun. That way, Sister won't have to risk her life to save them!" He waved his hands in the air, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. He stood up straight, as if he had come up with a brilliant idea, and looked eagerly at Xiaoyanzi and Lin Yuhang, anticipating their response.

Inside the imperial study, Hongli paced back and forth, his face contorted with rage, roaring, "What are these good-for-nothings doing?!" He clenched his fists, swinging them forcefully every now and then, as if to vent his anger. The muscles in his face twitched slightly with rage, his eyes were filled with fury, and his steps were rapid and heavy, each step making a thud on the ground.

At this moment, another guard rushed in, knelt down with a thud, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, this servant brings news that someone has discovered unidentified people gathering near the old temple, and it seems that Lord Fu Lun and his men are in a fierce battle!" He lowered his head, lay prostrate on the ground, and dared not look up at Hongli. His hands were pressed tightly to the ground, and his voice trembled noticeably, as if he was afraid that the news he brought would not satisfy Hongli.

In the woods surrounding the old temple, other dark figures approached Furen and his men, shouting, "Brothers, hurry up, don't let them get away!" They wore crazed smiles, their eyes gleaming with greed, their footsteps rapid, kicking up clouds of dust, their weapons whirring as they brandished them, as if they could already see the dawn of victory.

On Liu Qing and Liu Hong's side, Liu Hong suddenly had a bright idea. She took out a piece of candy from her pocket, handed it to Little Swallow, and said gently, "Little Swallow, look what this is? This is your favorite candy. Don't cry, I'll give it to you." Her eyes were full of expectation, her face had a gentle smile, and her voice was soft, trying to attract Little Swallow's attention with the candy.

Little Swallow sobbed, glanced at the candy, and her crying subsided slightly, but she still said in a tearful voice, "I...I want to eat it now." Her eyes were red and swollen, her face was streaked with tears, and her little hand reached for the candy in Liu Hong's hand, her eyes filled with longing.

The man hidden in the shadows, observing the situation on the battlefield, smirked coldly and muttered to himself, "Hmph, the situation is getting more and more interesting. However, all your struggles are in vain." He crossed his arms, narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sinister and cold, as if everything was under his control. Leaning against a tree, he quietly waited for the perfect moment to strike.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from afar, growing clearer and clearer as it approached. A glimmer of hope surged in the hearts of Furen and the others upon hearing the sound, while the shadowy figures, their faces wary, stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of the sound. The atmosphere outside the old temple instantly became even more tense, like the calm before a storm, with everyone awaiting the impending unknown.