Kite falling into red dust

He got off his horse and made sure the deer was dead. He walked to the river and took some water with his hands to wash his sweaty face.Mo Yuan led two horses to the river to drink water and graze grass.

At this moment, Ling Jiao, who had been lurking in the bushes for a long time, and the other five people saw the opportunity and rushed over.They are all dressed in the same attire, grass green upper body, gray lower body, and covered their faces with dark yellow cloth, which is good for hiding in the forest.

They acted according to the plan, three people surrounded Murong Mingyu, Ling Jiao and the other two were in charge of entangled Mo Yuan, making it impossible for him to rescue Murong Mingyu.

Their tactics worked.Ling Jiao's martial arts were comparable to Mo Yuan's, and with the addition of two skilled masters, Mo Yuan was really entangled.While Mo Yuan was fighting fiercely with the three of them, he looked anxiously at Murong Mingyu.

One must know that Murong Mingyu also fought on horseback and knew some martial arts.However, compared with these people, his two strokes can only be regarded as the skill of a three-legged cat.I saw him holding a hunting knife while fighting and fleeing. He could barely resist for a while, but the result was doomed.

He realized that he was in big trouble, so he had to deal with it while yelling loudly, hoping that the guards would come as soon as possible.But they were so far gone that the guards were wandering about in the woods in a daze looking for them.

Murong Mingyu's arm, back and chest had blood cuts, if the knife on his chest was a few inches deeper, he would be dead.But he is already like a prey in a trap, he can only sit and wait to die.But those assassins wouldn't let him wait for too long - the knives in the hands of the three of them were slashing at him.

Mo Yuan desperately rushed over to block the knife for him.

"Mo Yuan!" Murong Mingyu exclaimed and hugged him.Mo Yuan turned his head quickly, sprayed a cloud of black mist droplets from his sleeve, and hit those people's faces directly.The black mist drifted into their mouths and noses with the wind, and they immediately fell down.

Ling Jiao immediately shouted: "It's poisonous mist, cover your mouth and nose!" But the three of them were out of breath.

Mo Yuan jumped up with support again, pulled out a pitch black whip from his waist, and threw it at Ling Jiao like lightning, making a metallic sound in the wind.Ling Jiao dodged it, and the whip temporarily changed direction, wrapping around another person's neck.He pulled hard again, and the man's neck was instantly broken.

However, there were still two people left.Murong Mingyu, who was of no help at all, was seriously wounded in many places, and Mo Yuan had a knife stuck in his back, while Ling Jiao, who was comparable to him, only suffered a little injury.

Mo Yuan stared at his eyes that were reddened by killing intent, clutching the whip tightly in his hand, protecting Murong Mingyu behind him, ready to fight to the death.

Ling Jiao suddenly smiled coldly, and said: "The knife is poisoned, you are sure to die."

Mo Yuan's heart trembled, and he quickly turned his head to look at Murong Mingyu, and found that his lips had gradually turned black and purple, his face was pale, and the blood from the wound was also black and red.And there was also a feeling of numbness at the knife edge on his back.

"Ah—" He suddenly roared, the sound was like thunder, and he swung the whip in his hand, and rushed towards them.

Although he started to fight desperately, Ling Jiao and another person fought him very hard, but he knew in his heart that the poison had already started to spread in his body, and he couldn't last long.

At the moment when he couldn't bear it anymore and was about to fall, a figure flashed in front of him, and then, with a "ding", the steel knife fell to the ground, and an assassin fell down.And the remaining one with the highest martial arts started fighting with a man in Tsing Yi.

Just now he kept holding out his breath, until this moment, he couldn't take it anymore, and fell to the ground in an instant, losing consciousness.

When Mo Yuan woke up, he found himself lying on the bed in his own room. If it wasn't for the sharp pain from the wound on his back, he would really have thought that everything he experienced before was just a dream.

Despite the unbearable pain from the wound, he jumped out of the bed and rushed to the door—he urgently needed to know the safety of the prince.

However, as soon as he opened the door, he was stopped by two guards with knives, and one of them said coldly: "Guard Mo, please wait here for a while, let me go and report to the king first, before the king's order arrives." Before that, please guard Mo not to leave this room."

He was taken aback for a moment, he became the object of suspicion?It seems that the prince may be in danger.

He was brought before the king, and the guards who brought him ordered him to kneel down.

He knelt down and heard Murong Ruiyan's majestic voice above his head: "Guard Mo, I still remember that the crown prince brought you back when he went to Jeju for disaster relief three years ago. Originally, the widow would never agree to the crown prince using an unknown Jianghu I am a personal bodyguard, but the crown prince assured me in every possible way that you are strong in martial arts, loyal to him, and absolutely trustworthy. Only a few people reluctantly agreed."

Mo Yuan listened quietly, when the king suddenly mentioned these past events, he almost understood what the king wanted to say.

Murong Ruiyan paused for a moment, looked down at him below, and said slowly: "I ask you, is what the prince said true? Are you really as loyal to him as he said, and have no different intentions?!"

Mo Yuan said firmly: "This servant is indeed loyal to the prince. Even if I want this servant to die for the prince, this servant is willing!"

"Well, I will ask you again, what happened the day the prince was attacked, who did you see, is the prince dead or alive, and where is he now?!"

Mo Yuan suddenly raised his head, "His Royal Highness is missing?!"

Murong Mingyu felt like he had a dream, in which he seemed to be dying, and then suddenly a beautiful fairy appeared, rescued him, and flew in the sky with him on his back.Moreover, the fairy has a very good fragrance.He leaned on her back, smelling the fragrance, and fell asleep without knowing it.

When he woke up, the fairy was gone.But I was in a simple cabin, surrounded by only a small square table, a locked cabinet, a dresser and the bed I lay on.

The bed was so hard that it made him ache all over.But compared to the pain of the wound, the soreness was nothing.Even though he had been well bandaged with gauze, as long as he moved a little, it still hurt as if the wound had been torn open again.

The severe pain made him wake up suddenly, and he quickly recalled what happened when he was attacked.But where is this place?Where is Mo Yuan?

He tried his best to shout hoarsely: "Come here! Is there anyone?"

At this time, the door opened, and a strange man walked in.Wearing a set of light blue burlap clothes, his long hair was tied with a blue ribbon, and he had a pretty handsome face, which looked like he was in his early twenties, but his sharp eyes revealed a mature and dignified look that did not match his age .

He came over and lifted his quilt and looked at his injuries. "Who are you? Where is this place?" he asked.

The man in Tsing Yi glanced at him, did not answer, turned around to open the cabinet, took out a set of clothes from the cabinet and handed it to him.Only then did he realize that the clothes he was wearing had disappeared, so he had no choice but to take them, "Thank you."

The man in Tsing Yi turned around, locked the cabinet again, and went out again.