Reborn group favorite: The prince and I are enemies

"Idiot!" A black horse jumped out of the grass. Yang Qian turned over/dismounted, rushed into the fire, hugged Yu Qinghuan and the two little guys, and quickly swept up, but because the movement was too fierce, he couldn't stop, He fell to the ground, slid far back, and hit the steps heavily.

But despite this, he still didn't let go of Yu Qinghuan, holding her in his arms and bearing the friction of her falling.

Yu Qinghuan was rescued, as were Huihui and Mingzhu, but Yang Qian had his black hair ruined and had many scratches on his body.

He didn't care about the hair that was licked by the tongue of fire, or the burning pain from the wounds on his body, and quickly checked the pendant hanging around Yu Qinghuan's neck.

When he saw that the small ball was still glowing red and the dense blood lines connected to the back of Yu Qinghuan's neck again, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"fortunately."

Fortunately, he arrived in time and didn't let these two Tiehanhan burn Ayu.

This pendant is a family heirloom from Prince Xingyang's palace. His grandfather gave it to his aunt, but as the heir apparent, he knew its purpose.

This treasure passed down from generation to generation, which has lasted for hundreds of years, is currently keeping Ayu alive. Although her pulse and heartbeat are gone, and her whole body seems to be dead, it can protect a glimmer of life.

Ayu is not dead, Ayu cannot die!

Yang Qian held the last remaining person in his arms, and caught a glimpse of Changsun Tao lying in the temple. He thought that Yu Qinghuan's blood seemed different from that of normal people, and he instantly understood the cause and effect.

Yang Qian struggled to get up from the ground, but was reluctant to put Yu Qinghuan down. His expression was so sad, as if the thing he cared about the most was damaged by the person he hated the most.

"You two idiots! You almost killed the princess! She's not dead yet, why are you so anxious to burn her?! Do you have shit in your eyes? Didn't you see that Mingzhu and Huihui have been stopping you?!" Yang Qian was furious, and if he hadn't hugged Looking at Ayu, he must have rolled up his sleeves to show these two tough guys how strong his arm muscles are!

It turned out that they had been searching for more than ten days, and finally got clues about Chang Sun Tao in these two days. Following the clues today, the group arrived nearby.

They were still discussing which mountain to visit first, when Xiao Hei and Xiao Hong swam to them.

Yang Qian made a quick decision, rode on Xiao Hei and came over.

Fortunately, fortunately, these two horses had intelligence and picked him up, otherwise Ayu would have been burned alive by them? !

Then, Sanmeng and the others also came, and they also brought Wei Shu’s confidant A Kun, but A Kun just asked about the situation and dragged Gu Huaijun away.

Gu Huaijun had just been scolded by Yang Qian and was very confused when he saw that Akun was actually involved with King Qi's men.

Akun dragged him onto the raft and had his wounds treated, and then he explained: "My lord owes the princess his life, just as the three of you in the family also owe the princess. Don't reveal a word about what happened today, otherwise Even adults can’t protect you.”

"I don't need anyone to protect me!" Although Gu Huaijun looked much calmer, in reality he was still the arrogant young man, and his temperament had not changed much.

Akun glared at him fiercely: "You have to think about Mrs. Gu and Miss Gu."

Gu Huaijun said nothing, looking at the thunder rolling in the sky, lost in thought.

It's great that the princess is not dead.

It's just that he just demolished the Nuwa Temple and cursed the gods, shouldn't he be punished?

The more he thought about it, the more Gu Huaijun felt that the thunder in the sky was coming towards him, and he quickly shrank towards A-kun.

At this time, the guards of Prince Qi's Mansion had spread a blanket on the hay and put Chang Sun Tao and Yu Qinghuan on it.

He boiled some hot water and scrubbed Changsun Tao's face. He was busy for a long time before everything was ready.

Sanmeng felt sorry for Mingzhu and Huihui. He put them on his knees and carefully cleaned their wounds. When he saw the nearly broken tail, his heart couldn't help but twitch.

"What to do next?" San Meng asked Yang Qian.

Yang Qian said: "Wait."

San Meng said: "Although I have sent a message to Mr. Baili, will I be able to come in time?"

Yang Qian said: "King Qi is seriously injured and should not be moved. Miss Chu cannot touch the water. We have no other choice but to wait."

After Sanmeng bandaged the wounds of Mingzhu and Huihui, he gently placed them on a pile of hay, and then threw the golden sore medicine to Yang Qian: "Treat your arms. The weather is humid and wet. If there is inflammation and infection, Not to mention saving the prince and princess, you have to get involved yourself."

Yang Qian took the golden sore medicine in his hand and poured it on the wound on his arm. The skin turned and the flesh rolled up due to friction on the ground. It was shocking, as if he didn't know the pain.

Although he looked calm on the surface, he was actually extremely panicked - there were tens of thousands of people in the world, but the only ones connected by blood to him were Ayu and Ayong. If Ayu was gone, then for him, It's more than just losing a loved one.

It was a part of him, an indispensable part. In the vast sea of ​​people, they were the only ones left with their closest relatives.

He couldn't bear the pain of losing one of them.

Sanmeng saw that his hands were shaking so much that most of the medicine powder was spilled on the ground. She grabbed the bottle and carefully applied medicine to him.

"Brother Yang, you don't have any bad thoughts about the princess, do you? I'm not just talking about you. As the saying goes, a friend's wife should not be bullied. Before you get deeper into trouble, you should give up this idea!" Sanmeng was full of thoughts. Shrouded in a sour smell, he kept sprinkling medicine while chattering, "No wonder the prince asked you to take care of Dong Sui. It turns out that he had already noticed your ulterior motives."

"Don't you have all the books of sages in your stomach? Why are your thoughts so filthy? Go away, go away, don't let your sour smell get on me!" Yang Qian snatched the medicine and gave Sanmeng a fierce look. , turned her back to him.

The two were noisy, and the oppressive atmosphere seemed to be less heavy, and Changsun Tao also woke up that night.

The heavy rain knocked on the tiles, making a crisp sound, the strong wind blew the dilapidated door, and the flames of the bonfire were blown away by the wind.

Yang Qian and Sanmeng were sleeping against the pillars, while a dozen guards leaned against the broken wall, using their bodies to block the wind blowing in from the cracks.

This night, the wind is cool and the rain is cold.

Changsun Tao slowly opened his eyes and stared blankly at the beams of the room. The light from the fire was dim and could not penetrate the thick darkness.

He just kept his eyes closed, and suddenly, his eyes turned red, and a sea of ​​blood poured in, drowning him completely.

He couldn't breathe, looking at his blood-stained hands, at a loss, like a child who had made a mistake, frightened, scared, trembling, and afraid to face it.

"Sinners," he murmured to himself, and all that appeared in front of his eyes were the figures of the old, weak, sick and disabled, "Sinners..."

He has killed countless people in his past and present lives, but his hands are stained with the blood of the Tatars who trampled on the mountains and rivers, the blood of those villains who preyed on the common people, and the blood of those traitors who harmed the country.

This was the first time he had killed so many innocent people.

Can he comfort himself with the more he protects?

No, if you kill, you will kill. If you make a mistake, you will make a mistake. He is full of sins and there is no way he can be cleansed of it.

He couldn't face himself like this, he couldn't face these hands stained with the blood of innocent people.

He-he-he is a sinner!

Changsun Tao collapsed and covered his eyes, as if that was the only way to prevent himself from seeing the splattered blood and stumps.

With his elbow touching his body, Chang Sun Tao slowly turned his head, but when he saw the face of the person next to him clearly, he understood something instantly, and his eyes immediately turned red.

"Yan, Yanyan..."