Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

Dongxue ran forward fiercely, not daring to raise her head, let alone open her eyes. He didn't dare to relax for a moment until he ran far away. She dared to look back and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that no one was chasing her.

Panting heavily, he ran towards Prince Xian's Mansion without stopping. This is the closest to Prince Xian's Mansion.

Suddenly it began to rain heavily, but the winter snow still did not stop. When the shadow of Prince Xian's Mansion appeared in front of her eyes, Dongxue finally cried.

He rushed to the closed door and slammed it, "Open the door, come quickly, is there anyone, come and save my young lady...".

Dongxue kept beating on the door of Prince Xian's Mansion, crying anxiously. But her whole body was already soaked, and she could no longer tell the difference between tears and rain.

Finally, the door of Prince Xian's Mansion opened. Xiao Si looked at Dong Xue with a look of disgust on his face, "Where did you come from, beggar? This is not the place for you to come."

Then he pushed Dongxue to the ground all at once, just to kick Dongxue away. Dongxue hugged Xiaosi's legs tightly.

"Please, go find the prince, ask the prince to save my young lady."

Xiaosi wanted to get rid of Dongxue, but didn't listen to Dongxue's words at all, "You stinky beggar, let me go quickly, or I'll call someone if you don't let me go."

No matter how Xiao Si tried to shake him off, Dongxue would not let go, "I am from the Prime Minister's Mansion. I came to see the prince for help. Go find the prince quickly."

Dongxue cried so hard that she was out of breath, but she still didn't forget to ask Xiaosi to call Yan Qin'ao to save people.

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of Dongxue, Xiao Si turned around and picked up a wooden stick from the door and knocked on Dongxue.

"Ah!" Dongxue was in great pain from being beaten, and could only endure the pain and said: "Save... miss, I am... a maid from the Prime Minister's Mansion, please ask the prince... to save miss."

Still holding Xiao Si tightly and not letting go, even tighter than before.

"If I beat you to death and you don't let go, you'll be the maid of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Damn you."

Xiaosi spat at Dongxue and kept hitting Dongxue with the wooden stick in his hand. Just when Dongxue was about to lose his hold, a voice rang.

"Stop!" Yu Chuan came from outside carrying a medicine bag and looked at Xiao Si seriously, "What are you doing?".

Xiaosi was so frightened that he threw away the wooden stick and his eyes were evasive, "He's just a stinky beggar who doesn't want to leave, so I just want to teach him a lesson."

Yu Chuan lowered his head and looked at the "beggar" Xiao Si mentioned.

Dongxue looked vaguely at the person coming, no matter who it was, since he could calm Xiao Si, he must be a useful person. With hands full of blood, he crawled to Yu Chuan's feet bit by bit and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"I am a maid from the Prime Minister's Mansion. My young lady is in danger. Please... Your Majesty, please save my young lady."

Yu Chuan was shocked. That was the only lady who had a relationship with the Prime Minister's Mansion and Prince Xian's Mansion.

He hurriedly knelt down and asked: "Is your young lady your Royal Highness the Princess?".

Dongxue nodded "Yes" with difficulty.

Then reach out and point in a direction. He just raised his hand and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, he fainted.

Yu Chuan hurriedly stretched out his hand to check her nose and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure she was okay. He quickly called for people to settle down in Dongxue, and headed directly towards Yan Qin'ao's main courtyard, still using Qinggong.

He broke into Yan Qin'ao's study without even knocking on the door. Yan Qin'ao frowned, "You better have something important to do."

Yu Chuan knelt down and said, "Master, Your Highness the Princess is in trouble."

Snap, the brush in Yan Qin'ao's hand was broken, the hand holding the brush trembled slightly, turned around and walked out. A maid wanted to step forward to hold an umbrella, but he pushed her away.

As he walked, he said: "Over there?".

Yu Chuan stretched out his hand and pointed to a location. It was the place where Dongxue pointed before she fainted just now.

"Call someone, let's go!".

"Yes".

Qingyun lowered her head, didn't speak, and just stood there. The sword in his hand was dripping with blood, forming a small red puddle.

Tick, tick, tick, is the sound of blood falling into puddles. Every drop of it shook the hearts of the dead soldiers around.

Perhaps only Qingyun herself knew that she could hardly hold on any longer. It felt like a stone was pressed on her chest, making her unable to breathe. The taste of blood was even more obvious in his mouth.

The heavy rain came down hard, drenching Qingyun from head to toe. Big raindrops hit the wound, stinging it painfully. The blood spread along with the rain, and soon everything here became blood red.

She couldn't continue like this. If she continued like this, her flaws would be discovered. She didn't want to end up here.

With a flick of his wrist, three silver needles shot out at the same time. Directly through the raindrops, shot towards the three dead soldiers.

The dead soldiers dodged, but one was still scratched, and the silver needle shot into the wall behind and sank directly into it. Toxins spread rapidly through the body.

He raised his sword again and rushed towards the dead man. Each sword struck the vital point without mercy, and the speed of the sword was even so fast that it cut off raindrops. Just a slow dodge. When he reacted again, he was already dead.

The one who was scratched by the silver needle spit out a mouthful of black blood and fell down, now. Of the fifteen dead soldiers, only ten were left.

But for Qingyun, this is a quantity that she alone cannot match. If she were in good condition, she would be able to stop. But now, she can't.

The smell of blood rose up in her throat, Qingyun choked and refused to spit out the mouthful of blood. As soon as he relaxed, he was struck by another sword in the back.

Half-kneeling on the ground, he gritted his teeth and refused to let go. The sword light on the left flashed, and Qingyun turned over to avoid it. Fortunately, their swords were not filled with poison, otherwise she would have died long ago.

With a backhand, several more silver needles shot out. But she had no strength and moved slower. The silver needle has been dodged.

She doesn't have many silver needles left. It rained so hard that her body was soaked and all the medicine powder was useless. God is really going to kill her.

The last few silver needles were thrown out, but they still didn't hit anyone. The dead warrior seemed to realize that she could no longer hold on, and attacked faster. They tried to make a quick decision and kill Qingyun when she was at her worst.

Qingyun turned around, trying to avoid the sword. But he didn't notice that he was disturbed by the body of a dead soldier and fell to the ground.

Damn it, if you want to mess with her even if you die, you don’t know how far away to die. Qingyun cursed secretly.

They kept rolling on the ground to avoid them, but there were too many of them. Even though he was injured, he didn't care. It has almost no effect on them. The one with a broken arm has a slower attack speed.

But Qingyun couldn't do it, she couldn't escape. She even clearly saw the sword blade in front of her, less than a punch away from her.

call out! A sharp arrow came from a distance and hit the dead man in the head. The sword did not strike, Qingyun came back to life.