Your Majesty's three views follow the five senses

He was already unconscious when the sword was slashed on his body, and he swung the sword with another fierce move, slashing across the neck of the person coming from the opposite side.

The people who fell against the sky, either stared wide-eyed and refused to rest in peace, or had a hideous face that seemed unwilling.

I don't know how long it took, but after a long time, Nan Manfeng finally broke through the encirclement.Few of the original hundreds of soldiers were left, and even lost contact. "Are you separated..."

Nan Manfeng lay down on the horse's back, hanging down with the sword in his hand, and let the horse spread its hooves and run to a place he didn't know.

Just leave this battlefield.

Mei Zhenxue was sitting under a tree with a pannier on her back, she was waiting for someone.

"Nan Manfeng, I think you know how to do it." The master unfolded the scroll and pointed at the person on the painting, giving her a new order.

"Yes, my subordinates obey."

She waited, waited, and waited until there was a round of golden mirror in the thousands of hectares of colored glaze in the night.In fact, she should go to find that person, what's the matter with waiting.

Mei Zhenxue looked up at the night sky, the stars were twinkling, and there were birdsong in her ears.

Time to find him.

Thinking of this, she got up and patted the ash on her dress, and started looking for her target in the mountains with the basket on her back.

There was a swishing sound in the forest, and a lot of dead branches and leaves floated up when the plum pillow snow stepped on it.

She looked up and saw a man lying on horseback with blood coagulated from a knife mark on his cheek.The man's hair was floating in the air, and his hands were hanging limply.

Finally, the wait came.

Mei Zhenxue put down the basket, stopped the running horse, and dragged the man off the horse's back.The action is not heavy, but it is not gentle either.

Unbuttoning the man's armor, revealing the white underclothes inside, only to find that the man was covered in bruises.I don't know how long I was bumping on the horse, but the blood is still flowing.

"No wonder your face is pale..." She took out the medicine she had prepared in the basket, and planned to feed one to make this man hang himself.But he didn't expect this person to keep his mouth shut and refused to swallow the pill no matter what.

"Swallow it for me!!" Mei Zhenxue spent a lot of effort, but she didn't let this person swallow the life-saving pill. Seeing that this person's breath was weak, it seemed that he was about to die in hell.

no!Absolutely not to die!

Cruel-hearted, Mei Zhenxue bent down and took the pill in her mouth, closed her eyes and kissed the man's lips.When I put my lips on, I realized that not only was the person bleeding profusely, but also lacked water, and the lips were dry and cracked with tiny cuts.

Yes, this place is already dry.

There was a bitter pill in her soft lips, and Nan Manfeng, who was unconscious, was a little conscious of the bitterness of the medicine.He opened his eyes tremblingly, revealing a small hiss, who is it?

She is here, help me?

Did I... leave the battlefield?

Nan Manfeng wanted to prop up his body to take a good look at Mei Zhenxue, but his body, which had been exhausted to the extreme, really didn't have the ability.After Mei Zhenxue fed the medicine, she found that the eyelashes of the person in front of her were trembling slightly, as if she had woken up, but she didn't seem to be sober.

She licked her lips involuntarily, and it was only when she tasted a bit of bitterness that she realized what she was doing just now.Mei Zhenxue stood up all of a sudden, blinking her eyes and her heart beating violently.

"Huh?"

She took a deep breath, stood there for a while, went to the basket, took out the herbs she picked and crushed them one by one, and then carefully applied the juice and grass fragments on Nan Manfeng's wound.

"It will be fine, it won't hurt anymore."

Immediately afterwards, she tore open the hem of her skirt, tore it into several small cloth straps, and wrapped them around the wound.

Nan Manfeng moved his fingers, and his index finger raised slightly to touch Mei Zhenxue's cuff.

"Don't go..."

"Mei Zhenxue, let's go!" Suddenly heard a voice calling her, Mei Zhenxue ran away in a hurry, Nan Manfeng couldn't catch her no matter what.All he knew was that the savior was Mei Zhenxue.

"The time has come, ask to beheaded!" The voice of the supervisor and beheader also extinguished the last sliver of reason among the people.

Nan Manfeng's prison clothes were plain, his wrists and ankles were bound with chains, and his appearance was undeniably gaunt and pale.

He knelt on the execution ground, and the executioner beside him stepped towards him.

Boom, boom, there was a muffled sound of feet stepping on the ground.

"Let's go, my lord."

Nan Manfeng closed his eyes, and his hearing became more and more sensitive in the dark.The people of Tongzhou were surrounded by the noisy market. They brought baskets of vegetables and threw eggs, vegetables, and radishes at him.

The people were poor, and perhaps they would not have been willing to eat a few eggs in the past, but at this time they threw them at him one by one.

Nan Manfeng smiled bitterly, he knew that he deserved to die, and the crime of treason was unforgivable.How ridiculous, when the prince actually voluntarily treason.Regret?

he does not know.

For a moment, he just thought of Brother Huang, his old friend, Mei Zhenxue, and His Majesty's cute appearance when he was a child.

Xiaoxue, will you forget me?

It seems that I have forgotten... But I still want to marry you in a dignified manner, marry you as my princess, go to the palace together to meet His Majesty, go to Saibei to watch the sunset together, go together Helping the poor, I want to be with you..."Hurry up! This kind of person will die and go to hell!" "Yes, a dignified prince is still treasonous, he should be cut into pieces! "

The supervisor gave an order, and the executioner beside him raised the knife in his hand and fell from the sky, splashing blood.

There is no such thing as keeping someone under the knife.

The wind and snow rolled up the corners of his clothes and hair, plum blossoms in the distance dragged the ground, and the north wind blew a flower that hadn't fallen yet, and was soaked in dark red blood.