After the banquet guests had dispersed, Fuying stepped on the stool and was about to get on the carriage back to the palace, but suddenly she saw a kneeling figure in front of her.

The girl was startled, and when she took a closer look, she saw that it was the slave who won the fight in the fighting match today. He was covered in blood, just like when he presented his sword today.

Today at the banquet, Fuying was frightened by this man's brutality, and now she was frightened again by his strange silence, with a look of fear in her eyes.

This man is a bit scary...

Then, when Xiaonu noticed her gaze, he suddenly raised his head, looked at each other, and gave Ying a startle. He saw the injured boy standing up and limping towards him.

She fled into the carriage and said in a panic: "Drive him away, let's leave quickly!"

Before the carriage left, Pei Yan was pushed hard by the guards and fell into a dead leaf. Before the fighting match, he took Ma Fei San. The effect of the medicine had worn off. His body hurt so much that he could only walk away from the carriage with difficulty.

In the direction to go, climb awkwardly.

The guard kicked him unceremoniously and warned: "If you dare to follow me again, I will kill you!"

He huddled in the corner and opened his pale and cracked lips. He just wanted to... want to say a few words to the princess.

Fuying leaned on the soft pillow, and Mo Ming thought of those eyes again, like crystal glass stained by blood, telling her to see flowers in the fog, unable to see clearly.

But... he seems to have something to say to himself?

At this time, a guard suddenly knocked on the wall of the carriage and reported: "Your Highness, that little slave has been following us and we can't drive him away."

Fuying immediately opened the curtain and looked back, only to see the little slave covering his bleeding abdomen with one hand and supporting the wall with the other. He staggered and chased the carriage with difficulty.

She suddenly recalled that the black-haired puppy she had fed casually on the street corner had followed her limpingly for a long time, and looked at her reluctantly before being driven away.

But the bloody scene in today's fighting match came to mind, and she made up her mind: "Let the horse run faster."

At the end, he added another sentence: "Just throw it away, don't embarrass him."

The horse crows, whips down with a hula, and gallops on the road.

Fuying couldn't help but glance back again. Xiaonu's figure became farther and farther away, turning into a blurry black dot before disappearing completely.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and finally leaned back lazily.

Today coincides with the evening market, so I wasted some time on the road. By the time I approached Zhuque Gate, the sky was already dark and dark.

The carriage suddenly stopped suddenly, and Fu Ying ducked forward, almost hitting her head. She frowned slightly, stretched out her hand to lift the curtain, and asked: "What happened?"

The guard replied: "Your Highness, there is a man lying in the middle of the road ahead."

The girl looked in the direction pointed by the guard and saw a thin figure lying on the ground. The sky was completely dark. If a carriage rushed past without paying attention, it would definitely be trampled to a bloody pulp.

She shook her head helplessly, guessing that it must be a drunken person. Every month, there will inevitably be a drunkard who is drunk in the guesthouse, and it will lead to a tragedy the next day.

After all, it is a human life. Even a drunkard cannot sit idly by and ignore it, so he said to the guard: "Go and wake the person up and move him somewhere else."

But a few quarters of an hour later, the guard ran back in a hurry: "Your Highness, that man is not a drunkard, but the little slave who chased us just now and was seriously injured!"

Fuying didn't expect this, how could this person be so stubborn?

That’s it! I couldn’t just watch him die, so I took the waiter’s hand and got out of the carriage, and walked slowly towards the figure.

When the waiter brought the lantern closer to him, the little slave's pale cheek, stained with stains and blood, was illuminated.

Pei Yan is not completely unconscious yet. His half-closed eyes are hazy and full of bright red blood. There are cruel tramplings and the coldness of the world everywhere.

Only the girl staring at him from above, her skirt is complicated and delicate, she was born as a pampered and expensive lotus, noble and elegant, as beautiful as a soul-cutting knife, bone-melting water, and steel-making.

It can also be turned into soft fingers.

She came stepping on the light, comparable to the goddess of the ninth heaven, illuminating his dark and unclear world.

Fuying looked at the young man. He was covered in blood and so dirty that he couldn't see his face at all, but she recognized those eyes.

I don’t know why, but I have only met this little slave a few times, but he is more embarrassed and miserable every time.

Withdrawing her eyes, she said: "Take him to the nearest hospital."

……

Pei Yan fainted.

I had a weird dream.

The noble and beautiful girl looked at him condescendingly and stretched out two clenched fists.

The wrist slowly turned over, and the palm of the hand was spread out. It was a sharp blade, shining with cold light, cold and stiff.

Although delicate and small, it is like a gift to him.

She smiled, and her smile instantly turned cruel, using the soft and waxy tone that haunted him the most.

She said, if you cut your body with a knife, I will take a step closer to you.

He asked, what if it was cut on the neck?

The goddess smiled without saying a word, took his hand, and placed the blade in his palm. The cold object became warm as soon as it passed her hand.

She said, if I don’t need it, I will leave.

Don't leave.

He squeezed the blade tightly and scratched his own flesh and blood without hesitation. The drops of blood seeped out instantly, and the cold tearing happened one after another.

Until the flesh and blood are blurred and unrecognizable.

Even though he is awake and understands that she is fake, he is still willing to give his soul for her.

When Pei Yan woke up, he couldn't stop coughing, had a splitting headache, and was covered in cold sweat. He escaped from the darkness in his dream. In this narrow space, he smelled a hint of the fragrance of hibiscus flowers.

Such a sweet and girly fragrance, I can’t seem to forget it anymore.

The delicate little princess was very close to him, on the other side of the carriage. She was so beautiful and beautiful, not close to him, but her pair of bright almond eyes looked at him carefully.

He was a little annoyed at his tattered and dirty appearance, so he struggled to get up and knelt down humbly: "Slave, I have met Her Highness the Princess."

"Are you awake?" The girl's voice was thin and soft, and she leaned down slightly without leaving her eyes.

The coarse cloth on his body was in tatters, his right arm was exposed, and the whip marks were stained with blood. His forehead was still bleeding, forming a blood line along his jaw, winding and flowing. The wounds on his waist and abdomen were even more shocking, even

The skin and flesh are everted, and signs of scratching and fighting are everywhere.

With such a serious injury and a weak body, I'm afraid I won't be able to support him, but this little slave woke up on his own before he even arrived at the hospital.

While thinking about it, the guard's voice came from outside: "Your Highness, the hospital has arrived."

Fu Ying straightened up and stopped looking at him: "Let's go and go to the medical center for treatment."

But without warning, the humble and kneeling slave grabbed her ankle.

Fuying was frightened.

Subconsciously: "Let go!"

Pei Yan realized his recklessness, quickly let go of his hand, kneeled back, distanced himself in fear, and pressed his forehead to the ground in an extremely humble manner.

I saw with my own eyes today that this little slave was ferocious and ruthless, killing those slaves who were much stronger than him. But that beast in the day was now kneeling obediently in front of Fuying, with his head lowered, and...

He looked nervous and restrained, like a poor lost puppy, which made people feel pity, which surprised the girl.

However, looking at it this way, the fear during the day has dissipated a lot, and looking at him now is much more pleasing to the eye.

"It turns out to be you."

Pei Yan was pleasantly surprised to realize that the princess still remembered him, so he subconsciously raised his head, with a pair of eyes as bright as a heron rising from the stars, shining with a scorching brilliance: "Your Highness, you still remember me?"

"Remember." Actually, I remember these eyes.

The eyes now looked at him eagerly. Although his cheeks were still stained with blood, they were no longer so scary. Instead, they were obedient and gentle.

Fuying leaned down gently and asked, "Do you have something to say to me?"

Pei Yan nodded, and when he noticed the girl approaching, he knelt down and took a few steps back, his eyes evasive: "Your Highness, don't come close, slave, I'm too dirty, I might stain your dress and hurt you.

”

When Fuying heard this, she smiled instead. She kicked the toe of her lotus-colored embroidered shoes playfully, causing the hem of her pink rosy silk satin skirt to sway nimbly. She said in a charming voice, "But you are already dirty."

My dress."

Pei Yan glanced at the corner of the skirt that was stained with mud and faint blood, which was stained by his palm, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

"Lift your head and let me see your face."

Fuying suddenly remembered that she had seen him three times in total, and this was the fourth time, but she had never seen his facial features clearly.

The young man slowly raised his head, as obedient as she thought.

But after taking a closer look, Dai Mei frowned slightly. It was really too dirty, covered with blood, and it was in disarray.

She helped Ying turn around and refused to look any further. She just said lightly: "Why did you risk your life to win today's fighting match? Is it worth it to get injured all over?"

"It's worth it." Xiaonu's firm voice came, and Fuying found it interesting. She almost lost her life, but she still said it was worth it?

"Your Highness, could you please allow me to tidy it up?"

The girl didn't expect that he would ask this question, so she nodded: "Of course."

Then, Pei Yan found his relatively clean sleeve and immediately wiped his cheek. However, the sleeves were also covered with blood, so how could he wipe his face clean?

Fuying looked at it, then took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it over: "Use it."

The fragrance of hibiscus flowers that hit his face gradually became stronger. The light pink kerchief was right in front of Pei Yan's eyes. It was fragrant and soft, just like the little princess, and was softer and waxier than the petals.

He stretched out his blood-stained hand and took it carefully. He no longer used his sleeve roughly as before, as if he was afraid of crushing the handkerchief with a little force, and gently wiped his cheek.

Soft, so soft, the finest silk cloth he has never seen or felt before.
Chapter completed!