Help! I just woke up and was stabbed by a big kid

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Qin Zhaoning turned around suddenly: "Am I that depressed?"

Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Before, you instigated me and Qin Zhaoyue to go against each other... I won't settle accounts with you. I didn't like him anyway." Qin Zhaoning muttered, "But since he became the crown prince, his behavior is acceptable, so I reluctantly accepted it."

Qin Zhaoning pursed his lips.

When he was young, he heard a lot of slander and envied his father's majesty. But after he opened his own government and actually managed things for a while, he realized how tedious these things were.

Wen Qing was in charge of all the staff and personnel structure in the mansion. He allowed Wen Qing to be in charge as he didn't want to think too much or too complicatedly.

The desire to compete gradually faded.

especially……

Just now, he heard Wen Qing say that many of the fights between him and Qin Zhaoyue were deliberately provoked in order to make them fight each other. At that moment, his disgust for Qin Zhaoyue reached the lowest point.

Being a prince is so tiring!

"Wen Qing..." Qin Zhaoning called him in a low voice.

Wen Qing turned his head and looked at him.

Those eyes had become strange, but at this moment, they became familiar again.

Like what he saw every day and night when he was young.

"Don't lie to me again." Qin Zhaoning said fiercely, but his eyes were a little sad. "I will trust you one last time."

Wen Qing smiled and said, "As you wish."

The invisible barrier between the two of them just disappeared.

"If it weren't for the fact that you haven't caused any trouble in recent years, today's matter would not be over." Qin Zhaoning wanted to make up for it.

He drank the last glass of water that Wen Qing had prepared and stood up: "Let's take a shortcut to the nearest town to ask if Qin Zhaoyue has returned to the city."

Wen Qing was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed.

Behind Qin Zhaoning, a feather arrow flew through the air.

He was totally confused.

Furious and shocked, Wen Qing leaped forward and pulled Qin Zhaoning into his arms. But he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, as if something cold and sharp had penetrated his right ribs.

Wen Qing felt dizzy for a while, but still held on, protecting Qin Zhaoning behind him, unsheathing the sword in his hand and aiming it in the direction where the arrow came from.

“Wen Qing!” Qin Zhaoning’s face turned pale with shock. He tightly grasped Wen Qing’s arm and spoke incoherently, “There’s an assassin… You, you’ve been shot! Lie down quickly, don’t do this…”

Wen Qing stubbornly refused to fall down, and raised his sword to try to see the front clearly. The severe pain made his vision darken, and the bushes in front of him rustled, and someone was approaching quickly.

Three hunters carrying bows and arrows ran over in a hurry through the bushes. When they saw the arrows stuck in Wen Qing's body, their faces changed drastically and they started to yell.

Wen Qing covered the arrow wound and had some difficulty breathing.

"Who are you?" Qin Zhaoning's eyes turned red with anger, "You are the ones who shot the arrows? You deserve to die!"

Neither party could understand what the other party was saying. The youngest hunter looked terrified and guilty, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground. The other middle-aged hunter turned around and ran away, and no one knew what he was doing.

The oldest hunter seemed to understand some Chinese. He spoke a lot with gestures. Wen Qing listened with difficulty and grabbed Qin Zhaoning's sleeve.

"Wen Qing! How are you? Don't die!" Qin Zhaoning's voice trembled and he cried a little, "I want them to pay with their lives!"

"Fool, don't be reckless." Wen Qing said in a low voice with difficulty: "They seem to be hunters from Xidi... Don't be impulsive, this arrow didn't hit the vital part."

Qin Zhaoning calmed down.

"They seem to be saying that they want to take us to treat our injuries. You just... follow them first." Wen Qing glanced at Qin Zhaoning again. The makeup on his face had not completely disappeared. "Don't reveal your identity."

"I know, I know, I remember it all." Qin Zhaoning took a deep breath.

Wen Qing closed his eyes.

"Wen Qing!" Qin Zhaoning cried in horror.

…Wen Qing opened his eyes: “Don’t shout, I’m trying my luck.”

"Oh." Qin Zhaoning quickly fell silent.

He didn't want to deal with these three reckless hunters. The hunting grounds were clearly marked and very far away from them. How could anyone shoot an arrow here?

Such lousy archery! What kind of hunting is this!

The middle-aged hunter who had escaped came back with a cart. The three of them gestured, speaking some simple Chinese, to say that they would take responsibility for the accident.

Qin Zhaoning suppressed his anger and helped Wen Qing lie down on the cart.

It is important to treat the injury.

……

Gu Xu untied the knotted cloth strip from the branch.

The cloth strip was spread out in his hand. It was made of black material with no words on it. But the landscape pattern on it was a unique pattern on the material that Gu Xu had taken back from the Yu family. Gu Xu and Gu Yue were together day and night, so they would not ignore these details.

It was a message left by a vixen.

Gu Xu pieced together the six pieces of cloth he had collected. The edges were neat, and they must have been cut with a dagger. He stuffed the pieces into his arms and galloped away.

Soon, Gu Xu stopped in front of a hidden path.

After passing the huge poplar tree, a village surrounded by a fence appeared in front of us. There were mostly tents in the village, and there were only a few mud-brick houses. There were two skull pillar lamps on both sides of the gate at the entrance of the village.

Gu Xu frowned.

There were groups of people standing and chatting at the entrance of the village. When they saw Gu Xu coming from the path in front of the village with a long sword on him, their faces immediately became alert.

"Who are you?" someone asked in Siddhi.

Gu Xu replied in Xidi language: "I am here to look for someone. The man has a scar on his head, is very tall, is a Han Chinese, and is accompanied by Xihu people."

When the villagers heard that he could speak Xidi, they looked puzzled, but they lowered their guard. Several villagers whispered, "Is he talking about the guy named Shitou who came the day before yesterday?"

“It sounds like it.”

"He is in the village? Where?" Gu Xu couldn't control the expression on his face for a moment. He got off his horse and came to the villagers.

"It seems he went out hunting and should be back soon." The villager was shocked.

"No, they and Tumon just came back, and I saw they caught a deer."

"Tumeng?" Gu Xu asked.

"It's the mud-brick house in the middle of the village." the villager replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in front of him rushed into the village like a gust of wind. The remaining black horse was still in the same place, and it also followed him.

Gu Xu strode towards the village.

There were too few mud-brick houses, so he easily found the one in the center of the village. Going around the solid fence and coming to the gate, Gu Xu saw Gu Yue leaning against the millstone and watching the Xidi man skinning people.

Gu Yue seemed to sense something and raised his head, and Gu Xu, who was panting in front of the door, came into his sight.

"..."

The two looked at each other.

"Xiao Xu!" Gu Yue called him in surprise, "You really..."

Before he could finish his words, Gu Xu had already stepped forward, stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly in his arms.

Gu Yue froze in place.

The arms were tied tightly, the chests were pressed tightly together, the crossed necks were warm, the pulses were surging, and a clear heartbeat came from Gu Xu.

Gu Yue was stunned for a long time, then raised his hands and put them around Gu Xu's back.