It is said that you attacked me in a dream

At this time, his waist suddenly tightened, and when he turned around, it turned out that Yan Yanglie was hugging him, and then his body lightened, and he saw Yan Yanglie stepping on the heads of several refugees under his feet, and followed Yang Zhi and the others to do light work Escape the hungry shackles of those horrible refugees.

As soon as they pulled away, all the refugees rushed to the air, but they quickly reacted.

But when Ye Huaiqing climbed Yan Yanglie and leaped in the air, unexpectedly, there were many archers hidden on the eaves not far away and kept shooting arrows at them, and he was quite frightened on the spot.

"My lord, be careful!" Yang Zhi half hung her right arm, and now she was waving her unused left hand to fend off the sharp arrows flying towards them, panting for breath within two strokes, it was obviously a bit difficult.

Yang Zhi couldn't handle it with one arm, good intentions and infidelity are in danger of being shot by thousands of arrows, and she has more than enough energy, Ye Huaiqing thought that this time she would definitely be pierced into a hedgehog, who knows, Yan Yang Lie suddenly lifted his body to his waist, and at the same time when he caught the arrow empty-handed, a sharp whistle rang in his ear.

The next moment, Yu Hong appeared out of nowhere and rushed all the way to rescue him, while Yu Yue, who had been escorting him in the dark, was ordered by Yan Yanglie to lead the sisters up to the roof like a dense fishing net with swords The archers in front of them directly exchanged hands with swords and swords.

Although these shadows are all women, their martial arts are excellent, and their moves are swift, not inferior to men's. Their strikes are fast and accurate, and their moves are deadly.

Looking around, Ye Huaiqing was stunned. He didn't expect that Yan Yanglie's harem was so powerful. Today was an eye-opener.

When Yu Hong rushed out of the refugee group and was about to pick them up, he didn't know that there were several fast arrows of the wind flying towards them at the same time.

"Yan, Yan Yanglie..."

Ye Huaiqing yelled in horror, Yan Yanglie was pinched back and forth, in desperation, a gloomy coldness flashed in his eyes, Ye Huaiqing tightened his waist and blocked behind him, took an arrow in front of him empty-handed and shot down all of them. The sharp arrow that killed him turned the crisis into an opportunity.

However, Ye Huaiqing forcibly blocked two sharp arrows behind him, one pierced his heart and the other pierced his shoulder, his complexion changed drastically on the spot, blood spattered into the sky.

When the two landed on the horseback, Yan Yanglie hugged Ye Huaiqing, who was throbbing in pain, tightly to his chest as he had expected, and after taking a look at the man's bloodless face and the two sharp arrows on his chest, His heart skipped a beat, and then he rode his horse out of the group of refugees who came again, and said in a low voice: "Ye Huaiqing, Ye Huaiqing, hold on to this king, you are not allowed to die, do you hear that!?"

"Damn Yan Yanglie," Ye Huaiqing spat out blood, wiped it all on Yan Yanglie's body, and coughed, "You really have the guts... to actually... use me as a shield again... I want to kill the whole family, bastard... ...!"

Yan Yanglie: "..."

Ye Huaiqing couldn't figure it out, he added new wounds before his old wounds healed, could this Yan Yanglie be more humane?

How about a squeak before you die?

Why in the end, he is always the one who gets hurt, can it work...

After speaking, the whole person passed out.

Yan Yanglie's face twitched and at the same time he quickly clenched the hand hanging from his chest, his heart sank a little, he even clamped the horse's belly, and rode the horse and whipped it all the way out of the city gate.

Ye Huaiqing, this king hasn't allowed you to die yet, you are not allowed to die...

The sound of "da da" horseshoes fell on the grass in the suburbs, and the billowing dust was scattered head-on. There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and there were blood spots on the road.

After making sure that no one was following him, Yan Yanglie got up and dismounted, and sat down under a tree with Ye Huaiqing in his arms.

Sitting down, Ye Huaiqing vomited a mouthful of blood violently, his lips trembled, and his breathing began to become short of breath.

Yan Yanglie frowned tightly, he didn't know if Ye Huaiqing had hurt his internal organs, and he didn't dare to pull out the sharp arrow directly on his chest.

But when he withdrew his hand, his hand was wet with blood, and there was a stench coming from his nostrils. With his eyes, he saw that Ye Huaiqing's pale face was covered with cold sweat, and his chest had already been soaked with red blood, and his thin clothes could bleed The rhythm of the water, the intermittent sigh-like breathing sounds in his ears seemed to be unjustly proclaiming that this body was in danger.

"Ye Huaiqing, can you hear me speaking?"

Slapping the cold face, Yan Yanglie kept calling the man's name in a trembling voice, from low to high, but did not hear the desired response, only the faint breathing with rapid chest rise and fall.

The man seemed unwilling to half-open his eyes and looked at him with a distracted focus, then moved his mouth with difficulty, mumbled something, and he listened to it.

But the voice was too soft and intermittent, and I couldn't understand a word.

He started to panic.

It was rare for Ye Huaiqing to see the tense expression on the poker face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, and a sense of revenge suddenly arose in his heart, he comforted himself a little, smiled sadly, and then closed his eyes heavily.

"Ye, Ye Huaiqing..." Yan Yanglie patted the person's face again, but no one woke up again.

Ye Huaiqing, just died like this?

Yan Yanglie didn't believe it, so he shouted again, but still no one opened his eyes.

For all time, his mind was blank, unable to think about anything.

Once upon a time, I have crossed the battlefield countless times, raised a knife and dropped it countless times, and once regarded the lives of the enemy soldiers as worthless.

At this moment, he would feel heartbroken for a concubine he didn't want to see, would feel regretful, and would not give up. He panicked for a while and didn't know what to do.

This feeling of uneasiness and uncertainty is actually still hurting along with the blood in the whole body, breathing in the heart, lungs and lungs.

It's ridiculous.

Yang Zhi and the others were wounded, lame, and when they finally got out of danger and arrived, they saw their prince motionless hugging Ye Huaiqing with two arrows stuck in his chest, their expressions were indescribable confusion and self-injury , suddenly looked at each other in blank dismay, each of them felt their hearts skip a beat.

Third Young Master, could it be...

Seeing this, he kindly got off his horse and walked quickly to Yan Yanglie, shouted a few times to the lord, but no one responded, so he frowned and went to check Ye Huaiqing's breath with one hand, take the pulse with the other, and then roughly checked the injury, and found that Ye Huaiqing did not die, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"How is it?" Yang Zhi limped over.

He said kindly: "Fortunately, I still have a breath, but the blood loss is too much, and the arrow didn't hit the vital point, but the bleeding must be stopped as soon as possible."

Hearing that Ye Huaiqing was still alive, Yan Yanglie's pupils shrank suddenly, and he asked in a deep voice, "What did you just say?"

I have never seen Wang Ye look so flustered by himself, he was kindly taken aback, and said: "Third Young Master is still alive, Wang Ye."

Yan Yanglie took a deep breath, knowing that he was stupid when he didn't think about it just now, but he relaxed and regained his former composure.

Everyone watched their lord gradually calm down, with different thoughts, and couldn't tell what it was like, only that there was a sense of fatigue in his brows that they couldn't understand.

Yan Yanglie closed his eyes and said: "Good intentions, there are spare healing medicines on the carriage, here I am, to fetch arrows for the third son. If the rest of you have injuries, deal with them together."

After the words fell, everyone saw Yan Yanglie walking to the side alone, and it seemed that there was some knot in his heart.

"My lord, you have an injury on your arm, let the humble officer give you medicine." Yu Yue took a few steps forward, standing in front of Yan Yanglie.

Yan Yanglie took a look at Yu Yue, hummed lightly, and sat down on the spot for someone to apply medicine to stop the bleeding.

"My lord," Yu Yue said while applying the medicine, "This time, the archer was secretly attacked by someone, and the city's prefect didn't know anything about it, and those refugees seemed weird, I thought..."

"The king knows this matter well, you don't need to say more." Yan Yanglie interrupted directly, with another frown on his brows.

"Yes, my lord." Yu Yue said.

Since it is not suitable to enter the city now, everyone can only spend the night in the wilderness.

Ye Huaiqing woke up in the middle of the night with pain and thirst. Although the feeling was not as painful as when he was hit by the arrow, the pain was painful enough, and he couldn't help moaning impatiently.

With this sound, the dryness in the depths of his throat seemed to be burning his entire lungs, just like being choked by water, and the dry and cracked lips made him cry thirsty, and at the same time he opened the slits of his eyes , The eyes suddenly opened up and the eye sockets became moist.

In his blurred vision, under the roof of the carriage, Yan Yanglie, who heard the call, was twisting a wet towel to feed him water, moving carefully, lest he would choke on the water while lying down.

One sip or two, drinking gradually quenched thirst and relieved a lot of pain, but I was still a little surprised and flattered, but it was reasonable.

"Okay. My lord, you'd better help me to sit. I've been lying down for almost a day, and my back is numb." Ye Huaiqing swallowed, and said hoarsely.

Yan Yanglie hummed, and carefully supported him in his arms, and took a coat to put on him.

In fact, Yan Yanglie's face looked a little pale and solemn, both arms were painted, and a little red was still oozing.But seeing him wake up, the originally quiet eyes were indescribably moved, and the muscles on his face that seemed to have been stiff all eased down.

Ye Huaiqing rested his head on the shoulder behind him, and couldn't help but think of Yan Yanglie who was worried about him when he was hit by an arrow, nervous about him, and regretful, each of which, now he is like a child who has suffered so much The pleasure after getting the toy, I don't feel like eating.

Such a feeling made him sneer: "Why, my lord, this is an expression of guilt for what he did before?"

At that time, Yan Yanglie's expression of blocking his arrows really made him sad and indignant.

"Shut up." Yan Yanglie said without expression.

He knew that Ye Huaiqing was blaming him at this moment.

This kind of Ye Huaiqing, who looks silly in peacetime, is a little strange, which makes him feel mixed and indescribably sour.

Ye Huaiqing lowered his long eyelashes, and the moonlight outside the window reflected his overly fair and self-deprecating expression.

you shut up.

Although these three words are not many, the tone of speech is as harsh as before, but between the lines, there is a trace of helplessness and weakness, which makes his mind that has been shabby for a long time, like an old stone The dam seemed to collapse when touched by a small wave, but it diluted a lot.