"Why are you still standing there? Run!"

Fang Ying yelled, and kept walking, and was about to go forward to pull the other person.

It was at this moment.

A sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the distance.

Whoosh-!!

The whistle sounded in the air in a very short time and came close in an instant, and disappeared into Qingye's body with a "puff".

Fang Ying's pupils shrank suddenly, and his outstretched hand stopped in the air.

He discovered.

An arrow penetrated Qingye's body directly.

On her plump chest, a piece of arrow pointed out from her body, and blood spread rapidly, outlining a dazzling red color on her clothes...

Qingye lowered her head and glanced at the wound.

Then, in endless horror, he fell to the ground with a thud.

Fang Ying rushed up and hugged the other party.

"Sher-"

He brutally tore open the front of the green leaves, and his snow-white skin instantly caught his eyes.

Looking at the blood that kept oozing out.

Fang Ying's face was heavy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The arrow penetrates the heart, and one blow is fatal. Sorry... you may... not be able to survive!"

"I know...they...they won't let me go..."

In just a short time, Qingye was already as angry as a fucking spring.

Fang Ying keenly grasped the keywords and asked anxiously: "They won't let you go? Who are they?!"

"Mr. Concubine, you take it..."

Qingye grabbed his skirt and stuffed it tightly into Fangying's hand, and said with all his strength: "You have to be careful...he...they...will harm you..."

Not finished speaking.

Qingye's pupils spread, his whole body was loose, and his arms hung weakly.

Fang Ying hugged her soft body and looked at her eyes dying with her eyes closed. Her head seemed to be hit hard by someone, and it was blank.

die……

Is this death?

A life is gone so easily?

Fang Ying felt chill all over.

For the first time, he deeply realized that this was no longer a modern society with sound legal system, but an ancient era where human life was like grass.

"etc!"

"This girl gave me her skirt just now, what's the point?"

"Do you want to keep it as a souvenir? Let me take it out when I miss her in the future? This is impossible, we are not familiar with it..."

Fang Ying's eyelids twitched.

I pulled the silk skirt a few times and found a large piece of incense ash on the hem.

He leaned closer and smelled it.

A familiar smell of sandalwood flows into the nose, sweet and charming, making people dizzy and swelling of blood...

"hiss--"

Fang Ying immediately took a breath of air conditioning.

Not long ago, he went to look for Princess Gaoyang and Monk Bianji, and pushed open the door of the thatched cottage and smelled such a smell!

Why is Qingye’s skirt stained with incense ash in the thatched cottage?

What exactly does she want to tell me?

Before he could think about it.

A delicate exclaim suddenly came from behind.

"Erlang! Save me..."

Fang Ying suddenly turned his head, unable to help but be shocked and angry.

I saw Princess Yongjia fall to the ground under the small earth slope behind her, and an assassin raised his scimitar and slashed her hard.

"Your Highness the Princess!"

Fang Ying yelled.

In desperation, he quickly tore off Qingye's skirt, put it in his arms, then jumped and jumped down to the dirt slope behind him.

"Bang!"

Fang Ying's tall and strong figure hit the assassin hard.

"Click--"

A crisp sound.

Fang Ying's shadow appeared in the rising smoke and dust.

He lowered his head and knelt halfway. The assassin under his feet lay on the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, without a trace of breath.

“Erlang…”

Princess Yongjia was stunned.

Just now, facing the assassin's sharp scimitar, she thought she was going to die, but she didn't expect that Fang Ying's magic weapon would fall from the sky and deal with the other party with just a meeting.

"What did you run out to do? Do you know that this is dangerous!"

Fang Ying pulled her up from the ground and said in a stern tone.

"I'm worried about you..."

Princess Yongjia spoke in a crying voice, with big eyes, looking at Fang Ying with anger and resentment, her eyes filled with tears, and she looked like I was still pitiful.

Fang Ying was speechless.

Is he crying now?

A young woman should have a strong tolerance? If you do this, how can I do it in the future...

"Aowoo--!"

A long whistle interrupted their conversation.

It seemed like an assassin leader, but when he discovered the situation here, he immediately divided five people into a row to win through the whistle.

He took the remaining assassins and launched a suicide charge towards Li Tai!

Not far away.

When King Li Tai of Wei saw this scene, he was shocked.

The current emperor Li Shimin is very fond of Yongjia, his sister. If he knew something happened to her at her poetry meeting, wouldn’t he have to peel off her skin?

"Come here! Go and protect my aunt!"

Li Tai grabbed the collar of the guard beside him and roared loudly: "If you can't save the princess, I will kill your nine clans!"

The guard's face turned pale.

As a close attendant of the Wei Palace, he knew very well that the King of Wei in front of him was not a gentleman well-known to outsiders, but a cruel and ruthless master.

He said that if he killed nine clans, he would definitely kill nine clans and would not even let a dog go.

"Don't worry, your highness, I'll go and save the princess right away!"

The guard was sweating profusely and said with a thorn in his mouth: "The prince-consort's love is by his side, maybe he can withstand it for a moment..."

"Fang wins? Just him?"

Li Tai was stunned and subconsciously cursed: "You were kicked by a donkey? He is a fool, can you resist..."

Not finished speaking.
Chapter completed!