right after

Yan Zijin left a book and disappeared, but Xiao Jingyu and others who were desperate to leave Beihan, the attendants raced against time to find them.

At this moment, the Lord is walking leisurely by the embankment, sitting in the pavilion, kneading melon seeds all afternoon, looking at the Jinshui Temple on the outskirts of the city, and the faithful men and women returning from worship.

Suddenly, Yan Zijin's peach blossom eyes lit up, a masked beauty with a curvaceous figure, came with a basket, and her gestures showed her amorous feelings.

A red agate hairpin was inserted obliquely on her half-up jet-black hair, and half of the rest of the soft black hair was left neatly in front of her chest and half behind her back.

Even the bloated plain red dress in winter can't cover up her exquisite curves.

Yan Zijin's eyes became brighter, watching her dress up and meeting a rich family to come out of her house.

Yan Zijin quickly spat out the melon seed shells in her mouth, stood up to sort out her descriptions, pulled out the landscape fan inserted in her waist, swished it open, and walked leisurely towards the beautiful woman, admiring the scenery while dangling away.

Hongxiu lowered her head and walked to the son-in-law's mansion in frustration. These days, she would come to Jinshui Temple every day to pray for Han Qing and pray that his madness would be cured sooner.

Hongxiu was worried about last night that Han Qing came to Yihongju and simply sat there for a quarter of an hour before leaving hastily.

Suddenly, a solid wall of flesh came head-on, hitting her back a few steps, and barely managed to stand on her heels.

When Hongxiu came back to her senses, she heard a painful cry of "Ouch" coming from the ground.

It was a young man, dressed in a light green robe, lying on the ground in embarrassment, holding his ankles with his head down, his appearance could not be seen.

"My lord, I'm sorry, how are you?" Hongxiu quickly put down the basket in his hand, bent down to help the man who was hit on the ground, and asked nervously softly.

A pair of big eyes full of autumn water, filled with intense care, makes people feel fascinated.

Yan Zijin raised his head and looked at her blankly, as if seeing Yuelao throwing countless red threads at him.

Seeing him staring blankly at her, Hongxiu bowed her head uncomfortably, the wounds on her face were not all healed.

"My ankle is twisted, hiss, it hurts so much..." Seeing her avoiding his sight, Yan Zijin also realized that her thoughts were too obvious, so she pretended to hold her ankle and screamed pitifully.

"My lord, can you stand up?" Hong Xiu could only ask verbally because it was inconvenient for Hong Xiu to look at his foot injury because men and women could not kiss each other.

Yan Zijin bit her lips and shook her head with tears in her eyes. Hongxiu helped him up and walked to the Jinshui Pavilion next to him. Only then did he find that the man was slender, about eight feet tall, with wide shoulders and narrow waist. His figure was very outstanding. .

"My lord, do you have family members coming to Beihan?" Hongxiu helped Yan Zijin sit on the chair in the pavilion. Seeing his strange face and elegant and delicate clothes, he decided that this person should not be from Beihan.

Hongxiu looked at the red sun that was about to set, and saw that there was no one around to ask questions, so he asked.

Yan Zijin kept his eyes fixed on her, smelling the leisurely fragrance of flowers from her body, his heart turned around.

He squinted his peach blossom eyes, and replied with a slight smile: "I went to Beihan with my elder brother to do business, and I lived in the Zuixianlou Inn ten miles away. I went out for a walk by myself today, and unexpectedly injured my foot. Can the girl send me back personally? .”

This requirement doesn't sound too much, the Zuixian Tower is about two quarters of an hour's walk away.

Although the Zuixian Tower is in the south of the city, and the son-in-law's mansion is in the north of the city, they are in the opposite direction, but she knocked him down and sprained his feet. After thinking about it, Hongxiu decided to send him back in person.

"Meeting is fate, how dare you ask the girl, what's your name?" Hongxiu helped Yan Zijin up, and he put his hand on the woman's shoulder, turning his head to strike up a conversation.

"Han Hongxiu." Hongxiu supported him, avoided the man's warm breath, curled the corners of his mouth, and replied firmly, with a proud air in his tone.

"Hongxiu, Hongxiu, under the blue lantern case, such a beautiful and elegant name can't be suitable for a girl. May I ask who chose the name?"

Yan Zijin read the woman's name leisurely, her voice was elegant and clear, Hongxiu saw his handsome and elegant side face, as if someone had gently plucked the strings in his heart.

Hongxiu glanced away uncomfortably, remembering that when Han Qing was studying military books late at night, he heard her desire for a name, put down the book, pulled her who was licking and grinding, hugged her, and wrote on the paper Under the word red sleeve.

He smiled softly, and was extraordinarily charming under the lamp. Hongxiu Chi stared at his handsome face like a dream, and heard his charming voice whispering in his ear: "The word Hongxiu can't suit you any more. Follow me, take my last name."

Hongxiu recalled the past, her heart was full of enthusiasm, she bent her eyes, smiled and replied, "It was taken by my family."

Han Qing means as much to her as family.Even, he seems to hate her recently and has been avoiding her.

"Presumably the family of the red-sleeve girl is extremely talented." Yan Zijin said flatteringly.

"Hmm." Hongxiu didn't want to reveal Han Qing's identity to a stranger, and her attitude was a bit cold.

Yan Zijin's enthusiasm was not broken by her attitude.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyes the white clouds red.

The two walked slowly on the road and walked towards the city. There were fewer and fewer people walking around, and it was most suitable for lonely men and widows to get along with each other.

Yan Zijin continued to ask anxiously: "Girl, what is the year? Can you get married?"

Hong Xiu narrowed his eyes dangerously, sensitively aware that there were fewer and fewer people around, and seemed to smell the wind and rain in the air, which was a familiar intuition trained by the tip of a knife.

"My lord, be careful..." Hongxiu suddenly bent down, took Yan Zijin to dodge, the blade that came suddenly, and the basket in his hand attacked the black-clothed assassin neatly.

"Ah, who are you?" Yan Zijin screamed and fell to the ground, Hong Xiu took a look at his panic expression, pulled the red silk from his waist, and protected him in front of him.

Her fighting movements are extremely graceful and beautiful, as if they are dancing, Yan Zijin can't help being a nympho.

Those masked assassins didn't seem to expect that a weak-looking woman possessed martial arts. They didn't dare to underestimate her for a while, and cautiously confronted her.

"You know who I am, to dare to attack people in this land." Hongxiu asked coldly, looking at a dozen tall masked assassins, his expression under the veil became more and more condensed.

"We are looking for you, just accept your death today." The assassins raised their long swords fiercely and besieged Hongxiu together.

Yan Zijin saw the beautiful red-sleeve girl, with one against ten, gradually showing signs of decline, suffered a few swords, and feared that she would be killed by these swords if she continued like this.

Seeing an assassin being thrown to the ground, he took the opportunity to knock him unconscious with a stone, snatched the long sword from his hand, used a three-legged cat's kung fu, slashed a path indiscriminately, ran in front of Hongxiu, and faced the group of men in black. Said: "You are not men, you dare to bully the few with more."

Hongxiu looked at the man in surprise, raising his sword to protect the man in front of her.

"Don't meddle in your own business and go away, otherwise I will kill you too." The assassin's leader threatened.

"If I hide too much today, I won't be a masculine man." Yan Zijin said stiffly, poking her neck.

Hearing what he said, Hong Xiu couldn't help but look at the weak man in front of him with admiration.

"Young Master, they are targeting Hongxiu in this matter, please participate in order to avoid accidental injury."

Hongxiu pulled Yan Zijin behind her, waved the long sword she had snatched from her hand, and went up to fight again.

But after all, the woman's strength was inferior to the man's, and she soon lost the wind. She was cut several times on her body, and the red sleeve grunted a few times. Her white fingers covered the deep wound on her waist, and her complexion turned pale.

Her bright eyes were stained with a bit of sadness, and on the slender fingers painted with Dan Kou, the blood beads continued to flow down the nails, and several blood plums bloomed on the ground.

Yan Zijin couldn't help being anxious, quick witted, pointed behind the assassin, and shouted: "The government is here." While everyone was looking back, he quickly fled back with his red sleeves.

The two flew all the way to the outskirts of the city, followed by a group of men in black.Soon the two were forced by the assassin to the edge of the rushing river in the outskirts, with no way out.

Yan Zijin and Hongxiu looked at the man in black who was gradually approaching, and looked back at the rushing river behind, he said: "Girl Hongxiu, can you swim?"

Hongxiu bit her lip to bear the pain, clutched her bleeding waist, frowned and shook her head. Although she was from the south, she had never crossed the river.

"You can trust me, let's go down the river together." Yan Zijin's eyes were bright, and there was a convincing power in him.

Hongxiu guessed that the son-in-law didn't know that she had encountered an enemy now, and if he sent someone out to rescue her, it would be too late.

The young man next to him obviously doesn't know martial arts, and now the two of them are helpless in the face of a large group of menacing assassins.

It is winter now, the river has many undercurrents, it is very dangerous, the river is icy cold, and the deepest part is about 20 meters. Looking at his thin body, can he really let himself cross the river safely?

"Jump!"

When a large wave of assassins approached with their teeth and claws raised, the two held hands and jumped down the swift and cold river together.

No matter, let God do it!

Hong Xiu tightly closed her eyes, followed him and jumped into the river. The icy water soon overflowed her mouth and nose, making her shiver.

Yan Zijin held her hand tightly, held her shoulders, let her come out of the water again, and smiled at Hongxiu who was stiff and did not dare to move: "Girl Hongxiu, don't do anything, just relax, I will I will take you to the other side of the river."

The assassins on the bank, who dared not go into the water, set up their bows and arrows, and quickly shot sharp arrows at the two fleeing across the water.

"Uh..." Suddenly, Yan Zijin yelled in pain, and his steady body sank down.

Hongxiu choked on the cold river water, looked carefully, and found a sharp arrow piercing his back, dyeing the river red.

"Master..." Hongxiu cried out.

"Girl Hongxiu, don't be afraid, I'm fine, close your eyes, and I'll send you to the other side." Yan Zijin gritted her teeth, came back to the surface of the water, endured the sharp pain, speeded up, and swam to the other side.

Arrows brushed the cheeks of the two of them one by one, and shot into the water. Yan Zijin hugged her red sleeve tightly, and let out a muffled grunt. She was hit by an arrow on her right shoulder and sank into the water.

After a while, Yan Zijin came up to the surface with red sleeves again, persevering, and comforted her: "Girl Hongxiu, don't be afraid, I will definitely take you across the river."

Looking at his pale cheeks, Hongxiu was very moved. Tears couldn't help streaming down her cheeks, sobbing. The scarf on her face had been washed away by the river long ago.

Yan Zijin looked behind her veil, Lihua's rainy face, and her mood, teasingly said: "I knew you behind the veil must be very beautiful."

Hongxiu touched the veil on her face and disappeared, and she couldn't help feeling very embarrassed. The scab on her face had fallen off, and there were still two or three pink marks left.

"What's your name?" Hongxiu saw that there was still four or five meters away to the other side, and felt that the people around him were gradually unable to do what they wanted, sinking and floating, and hurriedly asked for something.

Yan Zijin cheered up and replied, "You can call me Zijin. My family is in a good family. I am the only son in the family. I haven't married yet. The red-sleeve girl is willing to marry me."

"Young Master Zijin, I, I already have a master." Hongxiu heard him and actually proposed to herself, her fair cheeks blushed immediately, and said apologetically.

"Ah..." Yan Zijin didn't expect to offend her. A married woman cried out sadly, feeling like her heart would be broken.

"Then you, then you, are you married and have a baby?" Yan Zijin asked pitifully with a glimmer of hope.

"No, it's still far away." Hong Xiu shook her head slightly, remembering her embarrassing status as a maid in the son-in-law's mansion, her face was a little sad.

"Why didn't that man marry you?" Yan Zijin was a little jealous of the man with the red sleeves, she was so beautiful, why didn't she marry her.The blood in his chest couldn't help surging, his eyes went dark, and he sank into the river instantly.

Where did Hongxiu think that he passed out without even saying hello, and he couldn't help crying in his heart, my life is over.