The Yanmen of Zhousheng is like the old days without end of spring

The narrow alley and the high wall turned out to be a dead end.

Feng Qiao turned her head to look, and the footsteps of the pursuers had already reached the entrance of the alley, and she could already see the tip of the knife gleaming with cold light...

Feng Qiaoqiang regained her composure, weak cold sweat mixed with the damp cold lake water, from the corner of her forehead, she slowly drew out the knife on her back, and slowly laid it across in front of her body, fighting if she didn't die.

Suddenly there was a small sound from the wall beside her, a pair of hands stretched out from nowhere, grabbed Feng Qiao's arm, and pulled it hard towards the wall!

The torches of the officers and soldiers illuminated the entire alley.

"What about people?"

"I clearly saw her running in here!"

"Could it be possible to fly into the sky and escape from the ground! Search! Search the people within these three walls carefully!"

"Yes!"

Feng Qiao barely had the strength to resist, and was just dragged into the other side of the wall by that hand. When she was flying up into the air, she saw the wall bricks that had returned to their original positions, and the seams seemed to be flawless.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud wind in her ears, and her body fell rapidly. At this moment, she stared at the person who pulled her.

He didn't cover his face, his handsome eyebrows were clearly visible, and his jaw was stretched out with a clear line. After more than two months of separation, he still looked handsome, but he...was too embarrassed.

Feng Qiao twitched the corners of her mouth, "Monk..."

The voice was hoarse and soft, Xiao Yan hugged Feng Qiao and fell to the ground, only to feel the body in his arms suddenly go limp, he hurriedly lowered his head to see that Feng Qiao had passed out.

One day and one night, she finally couldn't stand it anymore, and the moment she saw him, her tight mental defense was completely destroyed.

Xiao Yan's arms tightened, looking at Feng Qiao in his arms, the black clothes were drenched and stuck to her body, unable to conceal the woman's exquisite curves, but in Xiao Yan's eyes, there was no trace of charm, she was drenched in blood Clothes, still bleeding wounds.

If she wasn't Feng Qiao, she might have died [-] times earlier.

But if she wasn't Fengqiao, why would she have to suffer so much.

The person who brought her to this point was, after all, himself.

Feng Qiao woke up again, feeling swollen and painful all over her body, she barely turned her eyes, and saw that the surroundings were as dark as ink, and there was a bonfire burning beside her, and beside the fire was her dirty clothes with blood stains.

Feng Qiao closed her eyes weakly. For the rest of her life, she shouldn't be thinking about changing clothes at this moment. She is the one who survived the flames of war. How many times she was seriously injured, the accompanying military doctor may not be able to help her. She is a woman, and when she personally picks up the clothes of the wounded to help bandage them, she is in a hurry, and there is no sense of man and woman.

But right now...

"Wake up." Xiao Yan sat on the other side of the fire.

"Where is this place?" Feng Qiao asked, she was covered with Xiao Yan's monk's robe, lying motionless.

"The cellar is still safe." Xiao Yan replied.

He looked at Fengqiao's side face. She had traveled a long distance to find him alone, and was framed and imprisoned. She almost lost Qingbai's life. Just quietly asked him: where is this place.

He could imagine that if she hadn't gone through this catastrophe, she would have found him safe and sound, and would have grabbed his skirt, punched him hard, and asked him loudly why he left without saying goodbye.When she found him, she might be angry and angry, she might hold back tears and be stubborn, but she would never be as indifferent and calm as she is now.

Although she has fought in the battlefield for many years, she has never set foot in the rivers and lakes. This is the first time she has experienced the dangers of the rivers and lakes, and she... is afraid.

That's why I tried my best to hide myself, for fear of being seen out by him.

"Get up and eat something." Xiao Yan came out from the shadows, wearing only his underwear.

Feng Qiao suddenly arched her body, turned around, and turned her back to Xiao Yan, "Don't come here."

Xiao Yan was silent for a moment, "You have to eat something, otherwise you will starve to death."

"I said, you...don't come here..." Feng Qiao's voice trembled slightly.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Yan felt that Feng Qiao's tone was very wrong, walked over quickly, put his hand on her forehead, Feng Qiao waved her away.

"Don't touch me!" She growled in a low voice, trying to curl up and shrink into the corner.

Feng Qiao's breathing was rapid, and the breath between her lips and teeth was frighteningly hot when she spoke, but her forehead was icy cold.

"But there are other wounds?" Xiao Yan was anxious, so he wanted to grab Feng Qiao's arm and not let her hide any more. He didn't expect that this time, he pulled Feng Qiao over so easily. , her body has long been terribly weak, and she has struggled repeatedly, but she no longer has the strength to resist her own strength.

"Don't... touch me..." Feng Qiao murmured with her eyes closed, her hands firmly grasping the monk robe that Xiao Yan put on her body.

Xiao Yan's heart trembled, and she cried.

Feng Qiao closed her eyes tightly, tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, her cheeks were flushed abnormally, her breath was short and chaotic, and her body seemed to be trembling in extreme discomfort.

"You... when you were at the inn..." Xiao Yan's heart seemed to be on fire, his eyes were burning red, there was a reason for the rumors, and the gossip heard at the tea stand was actually absolutely true.

"The drug is so weird...it makes me unconscious and always want to pass out, and...and..." Feng Qiao clenched her fists resentfully, "If I had known this, I wouldn't have let the innkeeper die." It's that easy."

Hate and anger surged in Xiao Yan's chest, presumably the innkeeper saw Feng Qiao's good looks, anyway, he wanted to kill people and steal goods, so he just kept doing it, they did a lot of these nasty things, and they mixed some drugs into it It's the easiest thing to deal with women.

Feng Qiao has been sleeping in the rainstorm since she was drugged. At first she didn't find any abnormalities, but she gradually noticed something strange when she was running. She had a chance to leave the city before dawn, but it was the fatal aphrodisiac that made her weak Looking at the many defenders at the city gate who had no chance of winning, they were bound to be captured, so they hid everywhere in the city, accidentally ran into the prefect's mansion, and hid in the rockery. When the poison occurred, they had to jump into the lotus pond and wait in the water. The toxicity gradually dissipated.

After being discovered by someone, he fled all the way, wounded and in pain, the unbearable properties of the medicine were gone, so he thought it was over, but he didn't expect that after a nap, the deadly aphrodisiac poison came back to life like tarsal maggots , more difficult than before.

Feng Qiao would rather die than show such an appearance in front of Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan closed his eyes, opened them again, and said in a deep voice, "Feng Qiao..."

"You go... I beg you... don't look at me here..." The monk's robe in Feng Qiao's hand was about to be crushed by her, and the sweat dripped from the corner of her forehead.

"The toxicity will not dissipate, it will hurt the root, and it will be difficult to raise it in the future."

"What can you do?" Feng Qiao opened her eyes, but the tearful eyes were full of fortitude and determination, "Xiao Yan, I am pleased with you, I came all the way to find you, but I am not begging you Pity me, let alone... You don't have to tell me that the only way to get rid of this poison is to find a man, if that's the case, I'd rather—" Feng Qiao took out the dagger with one hand, raised it up, and The tip touched his own neck.

At this time, the poison spread, and she was trembling all over, the tip of the knife pierced the skin around her neck tremblingly, and a trace of blood stained the sharp tip of the knife.

"Feng Qiao—" Xiao Yan's pupils shrank, "Put down the knife."

"I won't let you go," Feng Qiao desperately shook her head, "Go, go, don't let me see you."

"Okay, I'll go." Xiao Yan stood up and took a few steps slowly.

suddenly--

The fire suddenly went out, and Feng Qiao let out a muffled groan in the darkness, but there was no sound.

Xiao Yan caught the dagger that had slipped from her hand and put it aside.He stretched out his hand and gently kneaded the back of Fengqiao's neck, wondering if the strength he had knocked her out just now, would her current body be able to bear it.

Don't be afraid, General Feng, no one in the whole world will force you to do things you don't want to do.

Xiao Yan held Fengqiao in his arms, his black eyes shining brightly in the dark night.