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The third prince was scared out of his wits, Su Shiqing took the opportunity to break free from his restraint, rushed out of the barrier and came to Jie Ao's side.

"Are you okay, Jieao!"

Looking at Jie Ao's eyes that were reddened by the powder, he couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

"I'm fine, are you okay?"

Jie Ao stretched out his hand to touch him, but he was afraid that his blood-stained hands would stain his face.

Su Shiqing choked up and said, "I'm fine."

Jie Ao quickly hugged him in his arms, he was so worried that he couldn't breathe smoothly, because not long ago, he almost lost this kid.

The man in white quietly fell behind them, watching all this silently.

After a short hug, Jie Ao pushed Su Shiqing aside, and said to the man in white: "My friend, please take him to a safe place, Jie is very grateful!"

Su Shiqing roared: "Why? I won't leave!"

Jie Ao: "Don't worry, I won't die, I will definitely go to you after this end."

"But your eyes...!"

Jie Ao said confidently: "I can still kill the enemy without eyes, so hurry up."

After finishing speaking, Jie Ao picked up two knives based on his memory of the dropped knives, and then slashed in the direction of the secret army.

Without Su Shiqing's shackles, Jie Ao was able to use his hands and feet. Even if his eyes were bad, those secret troops were still no match for him.

Just as Su Shiqing wanted to rush over to help, the man in white suddenly reached out and grabbed his acupoints. For some reason, his whole body was paralyzed, and he lay there unable to move.

The man in white stood there observing the situation, his brows were tightly locked behind the mask.

Su Shiqing realized that this person was neither an enemy nor a friend, but he had no way to remind Jie Ao.

After Jie Ao wounded countless enemies, he cornered the third prince all the way, and the point of the knife quickly sank into his chest.

"you……!"

The third prince's eyes widened, he spat out blood and let out a final cry of grief, then fell headlong in front of Jie Ao.

Jie Ao looked indifferent: "Those who dare to touch me will have to pay with their lives."

After drawing out the knife, he was about to turn around, but he noticed a black shadow flashing behind him, and the murderous intent suddenly approached.

Suddenly, a sword stabbed at him fiercely.

Jie Ao managed to dodge, with an indifferent expression: "So you're not a friend?"

"I'm here to take your life, Lihuo."

The man in white spoke slowly, his voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't tell who it was.

"In that case, why did you help me just now?"

The man in white looked at the third prince's body: "Borrow a knife to kill someone."

"I see."

The man in white squinted his eyes slightly, and then quickly drew out his sword, with the momentum of a broken bamboo, while the two knives in Jie Ao's hand met the sword's edge impartially.

A shattered cold light flashed in front of the two of them, the man in white suddenly turned his arm, and the sword spun around his wrist, almost shaking Jie Ao's hand away, Jie Ao had to let go of his hand to defuse his attack.

After several rounds, the two sides confronted each other.

Jie Ao asked: "Who are you?"

The man in white didn't answer, but drew his sword straight out at an extremely fast speed. In just a moment, Jie Ao's knife was broken by the sharp sword, and he stepped back quickly, hitting the tree trunk with his back.

The tip of the sword sank into Jie Ao's chest, and blood gushed out from the corner of his lips, winding down.

Jie Ao tremblingly looked at the man in white, and the man in white also looked at him with mixed eyes of melancholy and indifference, as long as he pushed harder, the sword would be able to penetrate Jie Ao's heart.

Su Shiqing's face was pale, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't move, the sword not only went into Jie Ao's chest, but also into his chest.

Jie Ao roared: "You...what are you waiting for!"

The man in white lowered his eyes: "Sorry, I have a reason to kill you."

Jie Ao looked in Su Shiqing's direction, his eyes full of nostalgia and reluctance.

"This matter has nothing to do with him, don't touch him."

The man in white nodded slowly.

Jie Ao thought that he would die, but he didn't expect to die in front of Su Shiqing, he slowly closed his eyes, really wanted to hug him again...but it was impossible.

The white-clothed man's eyes froze, and the moment he exerted force, Su Shiqing fainted with a scream because he couldn't stand the stimulation.

……

Dark clouds covered the moonlight, and the lingering smell of blood lingered in the air.

Shao Erxue walked out of the third prince's mansion with Su Shiqing in his arms, and cast his eyes on Su Shiqing in his arms. Feeling his breath, he felt uncontrollable greed in his heart.

He couldn't help but want to just take Su Shiqing away to a place that no one knew, but he couldn't.

At this time, Ye Ming and Sha Yue came out from the dark place, and they were surprised to see Su Shiqing in his arms.

Ye Ming: "My lord? Why is Painter Gu here?"

Unlike Ye Ming, Shayue always observed and listened quietly, and never asked questions rashly.

"Shayue, go and bring Jieao out, and we will meet you later."

"Yes, son."

Shayue bowed her head and then disappeared into the darkness.

Return to the inn where you live.

Shao Erxue carried Su Shiqing into the room, put him down carefully, covered the quilt, and stared at his face quietly with soft eyes.

From Ye Ming's point of view, the master's originally cold gaze became warm after placing it on Su Shiqing's body, and the hand that quilted him also seemed to be warm.

"Let's go."

Ye Ming questioned: "Then what about Painter Gu? Is it right here?"

Shao Erxue nodded: "Shayue should be here, we have more important things to do."

After speaking, he turned and left, but stopped when he opened the door, turned his head and looked at Su Shiqing's face quietly, with sadness in his eyes, and finally opened the door and walked out.

……

black……

so dark...

Su Shiqing dreamed that he was in a dark place everywhere, he kept walking and searching.

After a long time, a bright light flashed in front of his eyes. He followed the light and saw a familiar broad figure from behind.

When he approached, the figure suddenly turned around, and it turned out to be Shao Erxue.

"Brother Han Su!"

Shao Erxue smiled at him, stroked his hair, and said softly: "Have you been serious about drawing recently?"

Su Shiqing shook her head in shame: "I haven't drawn seriously since you left, I'm sorry Brother Han Su..."

"It's okay, I believe you can come out."

Shao Erxue's hands were like fire, making Su Shiqing's head hot, and he said slowly: "You don't need me anymore, I should go."

Su Shiqing grabbed his clothes tightly: "Where are you going? I don't want you to go!"

Still smiling, Shao Erxue held his hand and struggled to get rid of the hem of his clothes, and walked into the darkness step by step...

Su Shiqing chased after him: "Don't leave Brother Han Su! Don't leave me alone!"

But Shao Erxue completely disappeared in the darkness, no matter how hard he chased, he couldn't catch up.

At a loss.

He suddenly saw a person lying not far away, that person was covered in blood.

The closer he got, the more familiar that person felt. It wasn't until he saw the face clearly that he was sure that the person was Jie Ao.

"Jieao!"

He immediately rushed forward to hold Jie Ao in his arms, but Jie Ao's eyes were closed tightly, the wound on his chest was bleeding out continuously, and he couldn't stop it.

Jie Ao's body was like a stone, motionless, Su Shiqing's tears kept falling down like beads with a broken thread, all the strength in her body seemed to be drained, and her heart seemed to have stopped beating.

"Jieao! Jieao!"

……

"Jieao!"

Su Shiqing woke up suddenly from the nightmare, her whole body was hot.

Because I couldn't distinguish between reality and dream at once, I ran to open the door and looked outside.

The street outside was pitch black, and it was raining heavily, as if it was about to drown the world. I don't know if it was the blood in the dream or the water in the river. A fishy smell drifted into the room with the wind.

"Jieao!..."

Memories flooded in, Su Shiqing rushed into the rain desperately, ran crazily on the street, and ran in the direction of the third prince's mansion.

Not long after, he fainted on the side of the road due to a high fever.

From then on, he had nightmares for several days and had a high fever for several days. When he finally woke up, everything seemed as long as a lifetime.

Days passed by in this painful and depressing atmosphere, and for him, losing Jieao was simply worse than death.

In a blink of an eye, it has already entered autumn.

Unknowingly, three full months have passed, and two major events happened in these three months.

One is the death of Emperor Song and the succession of the crown prince.

The first thing he did after he succeeded to the throne was to find out and kill all the courtiers who supported the Prince Yu's party, including more than [-] people including the second son-in-law and other relatives.

The other is that the Red Scarf Army won victory in the south, and Prince Yu personally led the troops to the north, and they would arrive in Jincheng within two months.

In the current situation, the crown prince's left and right men have been killed, and the governor has turned his back on him. Only the fifth prince and the eldest son-in-law are left, so the crown prince's position is in jeopardy.

On the day of the Hungry Ghost Festival.

The Red Scarf Army broke through the city defenses and poured into Jincheng.

The sky was bluer than ever that day, and the glazed tiles of the towering palace shone with dazzling golden light.

The cold wind penetrated into the clothes, and Su Shiqing curled up involuntarily.

Followed behind the eunuch, crossed seven or eight thresholds, and finally came to the imperial study.

After walking in, he knelt on the thick carpet.

"The villain has seen the Holy One, long live the Holy One, long live the Holy One."

After he finished his salute, the door behind him was closed by the eunuch.

The crown prince, who was renamed Emperor Feng, was wearing a dazzling dragon robe, holding a wolf hair in his hand, and was calmly drawing.

"You are Gu Meisheng, a painter from the painting academy?"

When speaking, a deep smile as if cut by a knife appeared on Emperor Feng's face.

"Return to the Holy One, it is the villain."

Emperor Feng put down his brush temporarily: "I heard that you are quite accomplished in painting, why don't you come and judge whether the painting I made today is good or bad? How about it?"