The eldest lady is reborn, get out of the way!

Lu Qingxiao almost didn't care about anything else. He used his lightness skills and went straight to Jiang Zhiyue!

Jiang Zhiyue swung the sword just to resist the assassin, but he didn't expect that the dagger could actually chop the assassin's knife off!

Jiang Zhiyue and the assassin were both stunned.

The assassin didn't expect that Princess Xuan was actually good at martial arts!

Jiang Zhiyue didn't expect that this dagger was so sharp!

Cut iron like clay!

The assassin quickly came to his senses and was determined to stab Jiang Zhiyue even with a broken knife!

Jiang Zhiyue had no time to dodge and waved his dagger around randomly, trying to disrupt the assassin's attack rhythm.

Lu Qingxiao leaped up and kicked away the two assassins behind Jiang Zhiyue. He then moved closer to Jiang Zhiyue, grabbed her hand, and quickly and accurately cut the throat of the assassin in front of him!

Jiang Zhiyue's breathing stagnated and his mind went blank!

Lu Qingxiao moved extremely quickly. Before the blood splattered, he half-hugged Jiang Zhiyue and moved sideways to avoid the splattered blood.

At the same time, seven or eight people rushed over. A fierce light flashed in Lu Qingxiao's eyes, and he quickly retreated while protecting Jiang Zhiyue.

Shen Mo finally found where his young lady was. He drew his sword, stepped forward, and attacked with a killing move!

Lu Qingxiao looked down at Jiang Zhiyue. The little girl's face was pale, obviously frightened by the scene just now.

He forcefully grabbed Jiang Zhiyue's wrist, touched the Neiguan acupoint, and pressed down with a little force!

Jiang Zhiyue suddenly came back to his senses, took a quick breath, and blurted out: "Brother Wubing..."

Lu Qingxiao was stunned and lowered his head. The little girl's eyes were slightly red.

His hands trembled slightly: "Do you remember?"

Jiang Zhiyue didn't know how to react. Just now, in extreme panic, some messy fragments flashed through her mind.

Lu Qingxiao pressed her Anshen acupoint to bring her back to her senses, and she subconsciously called out a somewhat unfamiliar name.

Lu Qingxiao didn't continue to dwell on this issue. He protected her and avoided the assassin.

The soldiers of the Huben Camp also noticed the fighting and rushed to reinforce.

After several rounds of cooperation, most of the assassins were executed on the spot, leaving only two alive.

Jiang Zhiyue was concerned about his sister's safety and grabbed Lu Qingxiao's arm: "Leave him alive."

Unfortunately, as soon as Jiang Zhiyue finished speaking, the two remaining assassins committed suicide by taking poison.

Shen Mo wanted to break the assassin's jaw to stop him but it was too late.

Lu Qingxiao frowned, feeling cold all over. What happened today was definitely not an accident.

He lowered his eyes to look at the little girl beside him, his face was frightened but his eyes were firm. She actually dared to use herself as bait.

Still as bold as when I was a kid.

"Let's go, the princess is waiting for you outside."

Seeing that her expression was gradually calming down, Lu Qingxiao began to remind her.

After all, the fire in Shuhe Tower has not been completely extinguished, and it is still dangerous inside the tower.

Jiang Zhiyue nodded reluctantly, but after taking a step, his feet went weak and he almost fell.

Lu Qingxiao intervened in time and held her arm steadily, with a hint of worry in his eyes: "Can you still walk?"

Shen Mo also quickly stepped forward and looked at Jiang Zhiyue.

Jiang Zhiyue slowly let go of Lu Qingxiao's hand and calmed down: "Let's go."

Lu Qingxiao frowned, stretched out his arm, and said, "Help me."

Jiang Zhiyue hesitated for a moment, but still put her arm around Lu Qingxiao. She was really scared as she was on the verge of life and death just now.

Lu Qingxiao and Shen Mo protected Jiang Zhiyue on the left and right as they left Shuhe Tower.

Jiang Lingyun had been waiting outside anxiously. When she finally saw Jiang Zhiyue come out, she was about to step forward.

King Xuan was worried about Jiang Lingyun's health, and quickly pulled her aside: "Take care of yourself."

Jiang Lingyun glanced sideways at King Xuan coldly, but King Xuan pretended not to see it and tried to persuade her gently, but his hands were firm in protecting her.

Jiang Zhiyue came out of Shuhe Tower and slowly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his sister was safe and sound.

"A-Chan!"

Jiang Lingyun was so worried that she wanted to rush into the fire scene to find her sister. Now that she saw her sister come out safely, she looked her up and down.

Jiang Zhiyue grabbed Jiang Lingyun's hand and forced a smile: "Sister, I'm fine. The young general and Shen Mo came just in time. I'm fine."

Jiang Lingyun was angry and scared. She had no idea that her usually delicate little sister would do such a thing as sacrificing herself for someone else.

She was really scared.

"You, don't be so reckless in the future!" Jiang Lingyun grabbed her sister's hand, tears streaming down her face: "If something happens to you, what will I do..."

Jiang Zhiyue felt the same fear as her elder sister, but she also couldn't bear the risk of losing her elder sister again, not at all.

Jiang Zhiyue looked at King Xuan for help. King Xuan was grateful for the sacrifice she made to protect his wife, and coaxed Jiang Lingyun in a low voice.

Jiang Lingyun was already angry that King Xuan and Achan ignored her wishes and took risks. After hearing this advice, she immediately turned cold.

King Xuan pursed his lips, he had no other choice.

Lu Qingxiao's eyes were always on Jiang Zhiyue, blatantly and without any evasion.

Jiang Zhiyue comforted her elder sister with a few words, then turned to Lu Qingxiao and bowed, but he stopped her with his hand.

She looked at Lu Qingxiao in surprise, puzzled.

Lu Qingxiao didn't explain, but just asked: "Should I take you back home?"

Jiang Zhiyue was in a state of confusion at this moment, and responded randomly: "The Major General has official business..."

"Zhang He is here. I will take you back. I will come again."

Lu Qingxiao did not leave Jiang Zhiyue any room to refuse, which made King Xuan and Jiang Lingyun see something.

Jiang Lingyun hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Thank you, General, for saving my sister. You don't need to send her back home. The prince and I will do it."

King Xuan could see that Lu Qingxiao treated Jiang Zhiyue differently, but he didn't dare to say anything because he had just offended the princess.

Lu Qingxiao and Jiang Lingyun looked at each other and did not back down: "Then let's do it together."

Jiang Lingyun looked at her sister.

Jiang Zhiyue didn't dare to look up at Lu Qingxiao. She lowered her eyes, bit her lips lightly, then quickly let go and nodded weakly.

Lu Qingxiao handed the dagger back to her and said gently, "Take it."

A familiar dagger was stuffed into Jiang Zhiyue's hand. After hearing Lu Qingxiao's words, he looked up at him with tears in his eyes.

"Don't lose your self-defense item." Lu Qingxiao looked indifferent, as if the dagger belonged to her.

Jiang Zhiyue clenched the dagger tightly and responded in a low voice.

Then he said to Lu Qingxiao in a very low voice: "Thank you."

Lu Qingxiao looked down at her. The little girl's face was pale, her eyes were slightly red, and she looked a little disheveled, but it did not detract from her beauty at all.

Just like the lotus after the rain that still stands proudly despite the wind and rain, it attracts more and more attention.

Lu Qingxiao did not hide his special treatment for Jiang Zhiyue.

Jiang Lingyun suddenly felt something was wrong. What happened in Shuhe Tower?

Why was there a sudden indescribable sense of familiarity between Achan and the Major General?

Jiang Lingyun was hesitant to speak, and decided to send her sister to her grandmother first.

Jiang Zhiyue walked with his elder sister, holding the dagger tightly with both hands, and even his fingertips turned a little white.

Lu Qingxiao frowned.

He actually had the urge to help her loosen her fingers.