Peach Blossom Song

Pretending to be a prince is a serious offense. Once it is revealed, the court will question the crime, and the subjects will look sideways. The storm may be worse than the current assassination with swords and swords.

The blood stain on King Han's shoulder couldn't help smearing, and the whole shoulder was covered with sticky blood.The horse was still galloping forward, her face was pale, she didn't know whether it was from blood loss or fear.It's just that even though her life was hanging by a thread, even though the arrow wound was painful, she leaned on the horse's back, pressed her lips tightly, and tried her best to open her eyes without uttering a cry of pain.

If the identity is revealed, I'm afraid it won't be like this. Although the danger is extremely dangerous, if you endure it and get through it, you will have a chance.At that time, the lock was taken to prison, interrogated in turn, and the troubles must have happened one after another. Your Highness has immature shoulders, how can you bear it?

Jun Yao hesitated for a moment.

The assassins who were chasing after him seemed to have opened their minds suddenly, remembering that they had a bow in their hands, they immediately picked up their bows and set up arrows, and shot at the King of Han.

The arrow left the string, let out a weak and rapid whistling, and galloped towards Hanwang's vest.

Jun Yao's eyes narrowed slightly, and she flew up, her figure was as fast as a thunderbolt, and in an instant, she moved from the mountain to behind the King of Han, and grabbed the arrow with her bare hands.

Everyone was shocked, they didn't know where she came from, and there were more than ten people before and after, but none of them saw clearly how she appeared.

Jun Yao took advantage of the situation and sat behind the King of Han, reaching out to hold the reins.

The King of Han was so painful that he almost passed out, his eyes were blurred, and his mind was almost numb.She wobbled on the horse, thinking she would roll off at any moment.She thought that this time she might die here.She was alone, had no grand ambitions, no one to tie her down, so she died without any regrets.

But she was still afraid, and when she thought of the word death, she trembled with fear. The arrow wound on her shoulder hurt her heart like a bone and flesh, she gritted her teeth and held back, and didn't cry out.The guards fought hard, so she couldn't add to the chaos. If she showed fear and disturbed the army's morale, she would really die.

She grabbed the reins, her mind was in a state of confusion, and the world was spinning, only the sound of horseshoes rushing behind her could be heard.The assassin seemed to be catching up.

The assassin is so fierce, the guards must not be able to beat him.The King of Han thought to himself that he might not be able to escape.She also regretted that just now when the general helped her mount the horse, he should have ordered the soldiers to flee for their lives. The assassin wanted her life, and the soldiers might not chase after him if they fled.

In such a situation, one can go one by one, and they should not be buried with her.

The king of Han regretted and was afraid, and he was in despair.

Suddenly she sank behind her, a pair of arms wrapped around her body, and took the rein in her hand.

When the King of Han looked back, the first thing he saw was a white and calm nose.

is a woman.

She put her arms on both sides of her body, protecting her body in front of her, and still held the arrow she had just cut in her hand.

It's like a dream.

The stench of blood still lingered in her nostrils, the sword had no eyes, and the killing was cruel, she thought she would not survive.In the blood flowing everywhere, a dream suddenly appeared.

Time seemed to slow down.

The King of Han tried his best to open his eyes, trying to see this person clearly, his tense body relaxed, his mind could no longer hold on, and his consciousness was withdrawn.

passed out.

Jun Yao frowned, looked at the feather arrow on her shoulder again, and carefully pulled her to her body without touching the arrow.

The assassins who were chasing after him regained their senses and shot arrows one after another, but saw many arrows leaving the string, clearly aiming at the woman, but they all missed, and none of them hit.

Since the appearance of this woman, the situation has taken a turn for the worse. It seems that the assassins are chasing after them and still gain the upper hand, but in fact, they have been completely defeated.The king of Han's horse galloped like a panacea, gradually leaving everyone behind.

The assassins saw the official road where people come and go not far away, they each looked at each other, turned their horses' heads, and dispersed.

The soldiers of the royal family breathed a sigh of relief when they realized that the crisis had been resolved.However, for a moment, they broke out in a cold sweat.

Your Highness is gone!

Jun Yao's benevolence saves the King of Han.

He was rescued, but he was quite helpless with this little Highness.

Jun Yao got off the horse and walked on the mountain path without pulling the rein, the horse followed behind her, ticking away.The King of Han fell on his horse and passed out.

Jun Yao turned her head to look at the King of Han, the arrow wound has not been treated, if the blood is still bleeding like this, the little Highness thinks it will be unbearable.

Now that you have been saved, you can't save it in vain.

Jun Yao looked around, but saw that the grass path was deep and the ancient trees were abundant.It was not early, and the towering ancient trees covered the branches and leaves, and the night fell very quickly in the forest.

If Jun Yao is alone, she can rest anywhere, but now there is an unconscious little thing, so she needs to plan for her.

Seeing Jun Yao stop, the horse also stopped, and lowered its head to gnaw the overgrown weeds beside the road.Jun Yao looked back at it, the horse snorted, took a few steps on the spot, and followed Jun Yao obediently.

One person, one horse, and a little Highness who was completely unconscious, walked all the way through the mountains and forests until they reached a slightly open flat land.Jun Yao stopped, twitched a tactic, concentrated her thoughts, and shouted to the empty space: "Get up!"

In an instant, a wooden house rose from the ground.

Jun Yao turned around, carried the King of Han off his horse, and walked into the wooden house.

Although it is a temporary wooden house, the house is fully equipped with a bed, a low table, candlesticks, lights, everything you need, it is very convenient.

Jun Yao put Han Wang on the bed, Han Wang frowned tightly, thinking that the wound was hurting, her smooth forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and the fingertips placed by her side trembled from time to time, extremely uneasy.

Jun Yao has never taken care of mortals before, and she is both confused and helpless.

Ordinary people are fragile, this little thing is immature and pitiful, and it will shatter when touched, it needs more patience.

She thought about it, took a handkerchief from her sleeve, and wiped Han Wang's sweat.Her movements were a little rusty, but after wiping off the sweat, the frown on His Highness's brows seemed to be slightly relaxed, and she felt relieved.

Then it's time to draw the arrow.

The spell can protect the heart, and the spiritual power can warm the wound. She is originally a plant, and the plant is warm, and she has cultivated the Dharma.

In less than half an hour, the arrow was pulled out and the injury was restrained.

It's just that Jun Yao felt worried again facing the sleeping King of Han.

She controlled the arrow wound like this, when the little thing wakes up, how can she tell her?It is too unbelievable that the wound will not bleed without using any medicine and the wound has not been bandaged.

Jun Yao deeply felt that she saved a trouble, not only to heal her injury, but also to take care of her little heart, so as not to scare her.

The King of Han was lying on the couch, pale and pitiful.The wound has been treated, Jun Yao sealed her acupoints so that she could not feel the pain, Han Wang felt much more comfortable in his lethargic sleep, his brows were not furrowed tightly, and he looked more sensible and cute.

I have seen it in Guangping Temple, and I remember it, this little highness is a good boy who is well-behaved, kind, and courageous.

Jun Yao sighed slightly.

Everything has a destiny.The world is so vast that it is immeasurable. She traveled down the mountain and traveled all over Kyushu, but she happened to meet her, and with kind thoughts in her heart, she saved her who was in danger.

It can be seen that this is fate.

That being the case, she sent the Buddha to the west to treat her well and help her through this catastrophe, hoping that her future years will be safe and smooth.

The king of Han woke up at noon the next day.

The moment he woke up, the arrow wound on his shoulder was in sharp pain. The king of Han took a deep breath, and Fang barely held back the pain.She still couldn't move her body, looked down, and saw that the blood-stained robe had been taken off, and she had changed into a clean undershirt, her shoulders were tight, as if the wound had been wrapped with cotton cloth.

She was saved.

The King of Han breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could relax, her expression changed suddenly, the blood color on her lips finally recovered after a good night's sleep, and it faded away in an instant.

Who looked at the injury for her?And who changed her clothes?

She hurriedly looked around and saw that she was in a small inner room with simple furniture and a scent of sandalwood that made people feel peaceful.The window was open, the sun came in through the window, and shone under the window, reflecting a golden halo, quiet and peaceful.

The King of Han pursed his lips, and his little heart was beating loudly. Although he was anxious, he was faintly comforted by the peace of the room.

Just as the King of Han was at a loss, there was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near.

The footsteps were not heavy, they were light, step by step, extremely steady.The King of Han hurriedly turned his head to look at the door.Jun Yao pushed the door open and entered, holding a bowl of porridge in her hand.

The King of Han was stunned, and opened his mouth slightly, showing a look of surprise.

She remembered!

This elder sister, who is more beautiful than a fairy, is the one who rescued her from the assassins.

The author has something to say:

Guangping Temple in the distance.

Hui said: "Master, master, it's bad, all the belongings in one guest room are gone!"

Host: "Huh?"

Hui said: "Master, master, it's not good, some of the medicines in the pharmacy are missing!"

Host: "emmmm..."

Hui said: "Master, master, it's not good, the newly made clothes are gone!"

Host: "Oh."