[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

There is a prairie fire behind.

The horse neighed.

Wu Zhui is the world's best horse, kicking his horse's hooves, and rushing to fight a bloody path in the flames and night.

Chu Yu was crooked in his arms, and the gloomy young man Jinguan was crooked, his dark eyes were closed, and his handsome features were revealed.

Only at this time, like a real 15-year-old boy.

The sound of the wind, the sound of the horses, the sound of the flames.

The sound of fighting came again.

Zhao Yan turned her head, and dozens of black knights galloped after her.

It really is an assassin.

King Qin went through a bloody battle, was seriously injured, and had no one to trust.

In other words, the credible person has died.

Only then did Chu Yu be handed over to him.

Most of the assassins were held back by King Qin's black armor in Beiyuan, and only these ten or so riders chased them down.

He gritted his teeth and tightened the rein, his hands were bloodstained by the rough rein.

Feather arrows shot in the air, Zhao Yan did not dodge.

If he dodged the arrow, it would land on Chu Yu.

So the cluster of arrows stuck firmly on his shoulder.Zhao Yan seemed to hear the sound of his shoulders cracking.

Another arrow came, but it missed Wu Zhui's horseshoe.

The wind is blowing, the mountain road is winding, and the gloomy night is illuminated by the sea of ​​fire.

Zhao Yan's face was as pale as snow.

Only then did he know what King Qin was facing.

King Qin's black armor was able to kill more than ten people in the encirclement, but what King Qin faced was no less than hundreds of ferocious generals.

Is King Qin safe now?

The horseshoe got faster and faster, and there was a long road in front of the mountain. Zhao Yan hugged Chu Yu who was still unconscious in her arms, and she didn't know if she could see the dawn.

The arrows on the shoulders have not been broken, and the horses are passing through the forest. The branches of the trees that have not yet been ignited cut the skin like a blade, and the moon in the mountains is like a cold eye, watching the killing and the sea of ​​fire in the world. There was a cold light.

Passing through a jungle at the foot of the mountain, Zhao Yan fell off the horse with her arms around Chu Yu, and Wu Zhui ran forward without looking back.

He hugged Chu Yu and hid in the dark night.

Less than half a moment later, the black cavalry chased after him, following Wu Zhui's horseshoe footprint, heading southwest.

There is a river in Tongzhou called Wangjing River.

After crossing the Wangjing River and walking another ten miles, you will find Xiaozhou Mountain.

Crossing Xiaozhou Mountain is the bustling capital city.

Wang Shi is the ferryman on the Wangjing River.

He had a son and a daughter in his family, and his wife died early.

He also saw the fire in Xiaozhou Mountain last night.

The officials blocked the news, and no one knew what happened on Xiaozhou Mountain where the emperor hunted.

He still raised his sails in the Wangjing River.

There is very little business.

When the boat reached the other side, Wang Shi was about to disembark and carry some tofu back.

There was an unusual smell of blood.

The bloody smell was very faint, and he followed the bloody smell to a dilapidated arch bridge, and the bloody smell became stronger and stronger.

Under the bridge are two people.

A skinny youth and a teenager.

The soles of the young man's shoes were ground, and the soles of his feet were bloody.

There seems to be a wound on his back, and he holds a broken arrow in his hand.

His face was covered with dirt marks, and the hem of his robe was still burnt.

Diverge into a ball, the breath is weak.

The comatose teenager was well protected by him, and the soles of his shoes were all new.

The clothes on his body were a little ragged, and he couldn't tell what he looked like, but he could tell that they were made of excellent materials.

Wang Shi remembered the flames that lit up the sky last night.

Maybe it's related.

The ferryman's eyes fell on the young man's worn-out boots, and he looked at Xiao Zhoushan from afar.

It is ten miles from Xiaozhou Mountain.

He walked ten miles with his wound on his back.

These ten miles of loess roads are full of gravel.Worn boots, and feet.

Feeling compassionate, the ferryman took him home and invited a doctor.

The doctor said that the younger one was choked by the thick smoke and fell into a coma.

We will have to wait until we wake up to know what the situation is.

The young man was seriously injured. The arrow on his back was pulled out by himself. The arrow was so strong that it almost pierced through his thin back.

Especially a pair of feet, already bloody.

The doctor shook his head and sighed, "This young master has a long-standing disease. He is afraid that he can't carry a bucket of water on weekdays, but he carried someone on his back all the way to the Wangjing River. It must be a close relationship."

Wang Shi looked at the young man with closed eyes, "Maybe."

The doctor doesn't know yet, it's not a very close relationship.

In the eyes of the young man, he was an enemy who wanted to be skinned and boned.