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When going back, Jiang Yanyi took Feng Shuo's carriage with the wind.

Yang Xiu and Bing Shao had been waiting outside the mansion because they didn't have an invitation card. They finally waited until Jiang Yanyi left the Han mansion. When Feng Shuo said to send Jiang Yanyi off, the two only thought it was him for Chu Changping's sake, and they were not suspicious. .

After getting into the carriage, Feng Shuo asked Jiang Yanyi: "What did Mrs. Quan Fu talk to you earlier?"

The main reason is that Jiang Yanyi's hesitant and rather entangled look that he saw before made him a little curious about the content of the chat.

When he asked about this, Jiang Yanyi's two eyebrows began to twitch again: "The old lady's accent is too strong, I can't understand what she is saying. She is deaf when I speak, and can't understand what I say."

The corner of Feng Shuo's mouth pulled out an inconspicuous arc.

It turned out that she and the old woman had been talking about each other for a long time, and the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.

It was quite a distance from Hanfu to Duhufu Street, Feng Shuo closed his eyes and rested his mind, Jiang Yanyi heard all kinds of cries in the market, and carefully lifted the curtain of the car to look out.

What they passed was a folk workshop specializing in food, the steaming white fat meat buns when the steamer was opened, the candied haws on the straw handles that seemed to be on fire, the roast chicken chopped by the fat lady on the chopping board, the sugar art master The exquisite candy figurines pinched flexibly in the hands...

The carriage passed by slowly, and these scenes unfolded in front of his eyes like a scroll of scrolls. Jiang Yanyi looked at it dazedly, smiling with crooked eyebrows.

She likes to cook, and also likes the smoke and fire that the food brings to this world when cooking.

The carriage passed by the gourmet shop, Jiang Yan put down the curtain of the car with much thought, and when he turned around, he saw Feng Shuo opened his eyes at some point, staring at her with a look that Jiang Yanyi couldn't understand.

Jiang Yanyi hurriedly covered the car curtain tightly: "Did the wind come in?"

Feng Shuo shook his head, and quickly closed his eyes again.

She is greedy for the fireworks in the world at the gourmet shop, but she doesn't know that the fireworks in his world are only hers.

Jiang Yan didn't understand why Feng Shuo didn't speak after looking at her for a long time, but he continued to close his eyes to rest his mind, and she didn't make a sound anymore, just fiddled with the tassels under the car curtain.

When the carriage jerked suddenly, Jiang Yanyi was almost thrown out of the carriage by the inertia, but Feng Shuo caught her in time.

The tip of her nose hit his solid chest, there was nothing ambiguous about it, Jiang Yanyi only felt stares in her eyes, she touched it with her hand, but fortunately there was no nosebleed.

"call out!"

Sharp arrows "shot" through the car window. Feng Shuo rolled onto the ground holding Jiang Yanyi, avoiding the window of the carriage, and where they stayed just now, several arrows had pierced through the bottom of the carriage.

Jiang Yanyi found that the arrow was stained with blood. She didn't care that she was still half-pressed by Feng Shuo. In an awkward position on the ground, she pulled Feng Shuo's arm and stretched her neck to look. Sure enough, she found a scar on Feng Shuo's right arm blood.

Jiang Yan panicked, turned to him and said, "You're hurt!"

Because she tried her best to raise her head to see the injury on Feng Shuo's arm, she was already very close to Feng Shuo, but when she turned her head again, her lips were printed on Feng Shuo's face.

The warm touch made Jiang Yanyi dumbfounded.

Feng Shuo was also stunned.

The four eyes meet, still in an awkward posture of up and down.

Jiang Yanyi was the first to react. She hurriedly pushed Feng Shuo away and got up, covering her lips with her index finger and thumb, and stumbled, "Yes... sorry, I didn't mean it."

But her anxious push seemed to touch Feng Shuo's wound, and he snorted and said, "It's nothing."

Jiang Yanyi immediately became even more at a loss. She didn't know how Feng Shuo's right arm was injured, but she saw that the sleeve was stained red. She might have hurt an artery, and she had to tie a cloth strip tightly above the wound to stop the bleeding.

"You're bleeding badly, you have to treat the wound first."

Jiang Yanyi tried to tear off a section of her skirt and use it as a cloth belt like the heroines in previous TV dramas or novels, but she didn't know whether it was because she was too weak or the texture of the dress was too good, so she did everything she could.『 Milk can't tear it apart.

When she was holding the hem of the skirt with both hands and met Feng Shuo's puzzled gaze, Jiang Yanyi silently withdrew her claws and smoothed the hem of the skirt.

Mary Su's costume drama bullies her!

The heroine in the play is probably not a King Kong Barbie who can tear the skirt into strips of cloth.

In the end, Jiang Yanyi tied Feng Shuo's wound with his hairband.

Fortunately, she was poor, and the hairband she bought was not a fancy but useless cloth, and the thick nettles were strong enough to bind a pig.

It was the first time for Feng Shuo to see someone bandaging a wound instead of wrapping around the wound, but instead tied a strip of cloth above the wound, he couldn't say that Jiang Yanyi tied it in the wrong place, but said with a subtle expression: "It's a little tight. "

Jiang Yanyi explained the science with a serious face: "Tie it tighter to stop the bleeding, just be patient."

At this time, the sound of close combat came from outside the carriage, and the sound of arrows continuously piercing the carriage wall.

The inner wall of this carriage was poured with molten iron, and the arrows couldn't pierce it, but the continuous sound of sharp arrows piercing the air still made Jiang Yanyi nervous.

There were many assassins, Feng Shuo didn't have many guards to go to the wedding ceremony, plus Yang Xiu and Bing Shao, surrounded by the carriage, they could barely keep the assassins away.

But after a person wearing a green ghost mask came in, Feng Shuo's guards were obviously at a disadvantage. Xing Yao confronted that person and almost died several times.

The man in the green ghost mask kicked Xing Yao's chest. Xing Yao staggered back a few steps before stabilizing his body, clutching his chest in shock. The kick of this man was so powerful that he was probably on horseback. The general is right.

He prided himself on his skills, but at this moment he knew that he was invincible.

The old illness on the master's body hurts like an ant in the severe cold weather, if you meet this person in such a situation...

Xing Yao's heart trembled, and he shouted: "Hurry up and protect the master!"

A guard ran over to drive the car, but was easily knocked down by the green ghost masked man.

The man in the green ghost mask sneered: "People call the King of Liaonan the Daxuan God of War, but I'm just a turtle with a shrunken head!"

Inside the carriage, Feng Shuo didn't seem to take the fight outside the carriage seriously. Hearing the provocative words, he was still in the mood to ask Jiang Yanyi: "I didn't eat anything at Hanfu at noon. What are you going to do when you go back later?"

Is this the time to talk about what to eat?

Jiang Yanyi looked at the injury on his arm, and for some reason, she thought of the four characters "Form complement form", and she said, "Let's make stewed pork knuckle."

It is better to eat light food when you are injured, the taste of braised food is a bit stronger.

"How long will it be stewed?"

"It will be better in half an hour."

Feng Shuo nodded: "Eat pork knuckles in an hour."

It will take less than half an hour to go back to Duhufu Street from here.

After saying this, he lifted the curtain and walked out.

Jiang Yanyi yelled anxiously, "You're hurt!"

Feng Shuo's not-so-bloody mouth curled up slightly, but boundless hostility rose from his eyes: "The dog's barking upsets me, so I have to tell this wild dog to shut up."

Seeing Feng Shuo getting out of the carriage, Xing Yao was also a little worried: "Master, you can go back to the carriage, the subordinates can handle it."

Feng Shuo spat out two words: "Back off."

The man in the green ghost mask on the opposite side saw that Feng Shuo's face was somewhat sickly pale, and he was wearing a boa robe and his whole body was elegant, as if he was just a sick prince, not at all as fierce as a general on the battlefield. I really don't know how to live or die!"

Feng Shuo's eyes were flat and unwavering, and he said lightly, "Bow."

Xing Yao hurriedly handed over an ordinary big bow.

This bow is too light, Feng Shuo purposely held back a little force when pulling the string, otherwise the bow might break immediately.

"Hoo!" The sharp arrow shot with the sound of piercing through the air.

The man in the green ghost mask hurriedly turned sideways to dodge, the sharp arrow flew past his ear, the wind brought by it frizzed up the hair around his ear, and where the arrow passed, a few strands of hair fell down.

Before the man in the green ghost mask could stand still, the second and third arrows came one after another. He was forced to dodge in various weird poses every time. His clothes were torn several times, and the top of his head His hair crown was also "shot" off, and his hair was disheveled, so he was in a mess.

The arrow shooter seemed to have calculated his reaction speed, and deliberately played him like a cat and a mouse.

This kind of humiliation of "naked", "naked" is much more powerful than verbal abuse, the ghost-masked man became furious, and went straight to Feng Shuo with a sword in his hand: "Die!"

The last arrow that Feng Shuo put on the bowstring just happened to let go of the bowstring.

The sharp arrow flew out, and the ghost-masked man became short and tilted his head back to avoid the arrow, but the mask on his face was split in half and fell to the ground.

Obviously Feng Shuo didn't intend to kill him with this arrow.

Without the mask to cover it up, that unruly and hostile face was none other than Fan Yaonian.

Fan Yaonian is not stupid, he has already found out that something is wrong, the few arrows he shot with Feng Shuo, it doesn't look like he can't hold a weapon.

He is a person who can't spare his life, so he decided to withdraw immediately, but at this time Feng Shuo seemed to be unable to stand, he took a step back and leaned on the carriage to stabilize his body, covered his lips and coughed heart-piercingly, his expression ’ also getting paler.

Apparently those few arrows that were fired just now were only the end of his strength, he insisted on it.

This opportunity is rare, once he misses this time, if he thinks about attacking next time, there will be more than a few guards around him.

Fan Yaonian thought about it, gritted his teeth, and charged at Feng Shuo again with his sword.

The rest of the killers also followed Fan Yaonian to attack again, Xing Yao rushed up with his guards, and Yang Xiu, Bing Shao, and two also went to help.

Jiang Yan commented that Feng Shuo coughed so badly, his right hand had just pulled the bow hard, blood had already stained a large area of ​​his sleeve red, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Seeing that Fan Yaonian's sword was about to reach Feng Shuo's door, she didn't know where she had the courage to pick up the little horse in the carriage, stretched out half of her body, and threw the horse in her hand at Fan Yaonian.

At the same time, Feng Shuo avoided Fan Yaonian's sword by turning slightly, and grabbed Fan Yaonian's hand holding the sword and folded it forcefully.

There was a "click" sound of dislocation of joints, the sharp sword in Fan Yaonian's hand fell to the ground, and the horse that hit his face also rolled to the ground, and Fan Yaonian was hit with two nosebleeds.

Feng Shuo looked back into the carriage, and Jiang Yanyi quickly shrank his neck.

The veins on Fan Yaonian's forehead were protruding from the severe pain. He didn't care about other things, and took advantage of Feng Shuo's unpreparedness to stab him with the dagger hidden in his other hand, but Feng Shuo seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and grabbed him by the hand. The arm of the dagger was twisted backhand, and the "click" sound of dislocation of joints sounded again.

Fan Yaonian screamed and shouted angrily: "It's a lie that you have an old disease!"

The cold wind hit his bones, and Feng Shuo coughed even worse, as if he was about to cough up blood in the next second, he said: "It's true that the king has an old disease, you are such a waste."

Fan Yaonian's eyes were bloodshot with anger, but he couldn't help Feng Shuo.

As soon as he fell to death, the remaining assassins were useless, and they were all captured by the iron armored guards who came from Fengfu.

Feng Shuo removed Fan Yaonian's hands and feet, and then told Xing Yao, "Tie him back."

Fan Yaonian was dripping with cold sweat due to the severe pain, but his mouth was not soft at all: "You'd better kill me right now!"

Feng Shuo glanced at him, and said to Xing Yao: "As long as the person is still panting during the torture, there is no need to worry about it. It is bound to ask the whereabouts of the Turkic prince."

After saying this, he coughed again.

Xing Yao clasped his fists: "Your subordinates obey, master, you should hurry back to the carriage."

Feng Shuo nodded, and returned to the carriage with a pale face. Jiang Yanyi quickly helped him to sit down, but Feng Shuo held her hand.

"What... what's wrong?" Jiang Yanyi didn't know what was going on, looking at him now, he stuttered easily.

Perhaps it was due to an old illness, his hands were a little cold, and when he pinched her wrist, Jiang Yanyi felt his whole body tremble.

Feng Shuo stared at her for a moment, with an unprecedented seriousness on his face: "It was so dangerous just now, why did you come out to save me?"