The day I took His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to sneak out of the palace

When Feng Yingdai walked out of this dark place with Zizhu leaning against her neck, she acted calmly, glanced at Si Wenran, who was frowning, and raised the corner of her mouth, "Your Highness, now is not the time to panic, listen to me Yes, those who hold bows and arrows, don't give me mercy."

Zizhu's knife was pressed a little tighter, and the back of the knife was already stained with blood. Feng Yingdai rolled her eyes contemptuously, and seemed to be sneering. , It's the general's wife who doesn't care about life and death.

"what would you like?"

Si Wenran's blocking hand trembled faintly. Although Feng Yingdai said so, he was not completely sure that he could save her unscathed, but if Feng Yingdai was injured, Lin Yan would not go crazy No wonder.

"What do I want?" Zizhu lowered her hair and let out a strange smile, her hoarse voice was like weathered wood, hard to hear to the extreme, she tilted her head, as if thinking, and said one word: "I want the body of Lord Li, you Dare?"

"Fuck your mother's fart!"

Feng Yingdai let out a roar, and then looked over to Si Wenran: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Shoot an arrow!"

The people next to him didn't move. They looked at each other, and then looked at Si Wenran. At the moment when all eyes were on Si Wenran, Si Wenran was in a daze, feeling powerless and sad for no reason. He seemed to be standing on the edge of a cliff, with a tiger in front of him and an abyss behind him , unable to move.

Just like back then, the feeling of suffocation and unreasonable anger filled his chest, making his temples throb.

"Tch, no wonder Emperor Bei'an didn't choose you. If Si Feixie were here today, he wouldn't be fooled around by me. Also, if you can't even protect your beloved woman, what great things can you do?"

"Your Highness, I didn't expect you to be a coward?"

Zi Zhu's tone had a mocking smile, and the sharpest knife was nothing more than cutting someone's heart, Si Wenran stared at the arrogant woman coldly, raised his hand, and said through gritted teeth: "Give me, shoot the arrow! "

"Your Highness can't!"

"No!"

"Your Highness!"

Feng Yingdai breathed a sigh of relief when Si Wenran said those words, and even felt joy in her heart. Her years of uneasiness, so-called guilt, and ridiculous gratitude for gratitude will all come to an end today.

All kinds of voices were disturbing, Si Wenran had a severe headache, and when the scene was a little out of control, a whizzing arrow flew towards Zizhu's shoulder, and took him far away.

With red eyes, Lin Yan pushed away a group of people who were in the way, hugged the dumbfounded Feng Yingdai in her arms, and rang in Feng Yingdai's ear with a fearful and panicked voice: "I was scared to death... madam, in the future Stop being like this...please..."

Feng Yingdai hugged Lin Yan and patted his thick back lightly, feeling extremely helpless: "Why are you acting like a child? Don't cry, it's embarrassing!"

The two of them had the joy of being reborn after the catastrophe, but they didn't know that Zizhu broke off a third of the arrows, quietly took out the bag hidden in his waist, wiped a dagger, and rushed behind Feng Yingdai.

With sharp eyes, Lin Yan pushed Feng Yingdai away, slapped her palm, broke her right wrist, and knocked her to the ground. Zizhu was dizzy, and the bloody smell filled her throat. She fell to the ground and looked at her blankly. Feng Yingdai's direction, the emotions in her eyes were too complex, but Feng Yingdai couldn't understand it.

Si Wenran regained his composure, and ordered people to take Zizhu down, saying that he would hang himself if he could hold his breath, and if he couldn't make it through and died, he would just drag her to a mass grave and bury him.

Lin Yan put his arms around Feng Yingdai's shoulders, ignored Si Wenran, and walked out.

Zizhu didn't wait for Si Wenran's men to approach, quickly picked up the dagger not far away with her left hand, and shouted angrily: "Die to me!"

The dagger was pointing towards Lin Yan. Unprepared, Lin Yan turned his head, and suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, which belonged to Feng Yingdai, and the dagger happened to enter her abdomen.

Lin Yan's eyes widened, he didn't know what happened, there was nothing wrong in the confusion, but Feng Yingdai's clothes were dyed red, her posture of opening her hands did not change, but in Zizhu's crazy laugh, She slid down uncontrollably.

"Ma'am...ma'am..."

Lin Yan yelled over and over again, Feng Yingdai opened her eyes with difficulty, and said softly: "Every...damn...open...began to howl? I'm not...not dead..."

Lin Yan's trembling hands hugged the pale Feng Yingdai tightly, the intertwining and collision of pain and despair made him at a loss what to do.

Feng Yingdai smiled, her voice almost broke: "I'm sorry... Lin Yan... only... only Zizhu... I... I'm sorry for you... I'm sorry..."