After saying that, she raised the heavy bow. She didn't know whether it was because she had no strength, or because her strength was so weak that the bow string could not be pulled at all.
Zhen Qingyin's face turned red with embarrassment and she wanted to fall down.
Seeing that the man was approaching, the prince sneered above her head, held her hand with both hands, and they worked together to fully draw the bow.
After shooting the man, regardless of whether he was dead or alive, the prince shook the reins and shouted: "Drive!"
"Down!"
Zhen Qingyin was too slow to react. The prince's left arm was wrapped around her waist, and his tall body pressed hard on her back.
Zhen Qingyin was forced to lower her body and spit it out in one breath, almost unable to breathe.
The arrow came through the air and missed the prince's back.
Horse hooves galloped away.
Zhen Qingyin turned her head back hard and saw that the area around the lake was full of people. There were obviously more people wearing Royal Guard uniforms than assassins wearing gray clothes.
It was noisy, and red blood spurted out from time to time.
She also saw a figure who looked like her second cousin Song Chi, who was slashing with a knife.
Zhen Qingyin couldn't care less about how unbearable her posture was at this moment. She held on to the prince's arm to steady her bumpy body. She opened her mouth to take a sip of wind and asked intermittently: "Your Highness... Your Highness! Yuan... Yuanyuan... and Wei Wei Where is Yi?"
The prince's dark eyes suddenly became even darker, as heavy as water.
At the critical moment of escaping, he still couldn't forget Wei Yi!
I really want to kick her down! The prince's arms tightened, and a violent air suddenly rose in his chest, which was quickly suppressed.
"Shut up!"
Zhen Qingyin fell silent.
Even if they were in danger, what could she do?
She followed Wei Ji. Wei Ji was the prince and many guards helped him to fight his way out. Yuanyuan and Wei Yi only had the protection of a few guards brought by Wei Yi. Can they escape the siege?
She felt hopeless.
Could it be that her arrival caused a butterfly effect and led to the tragedy for the two of them?
Is this because God can't bear to see her messed up and wants her to die in peace?
Zhen Qingyin took a deep breath, discarded the negative emotions, and tried to maintain her rationality that was about to run away.
Follow Wei Ji to escape first and go back to fetch reinforcements. No matter what, she must save them.
There are more Royal Guards than Assassins, so they can definitely hold on.
The system shouted: [Host, host, there are enemies ambush at the eleven o'clock direction, they have trip wires! 】
Prince: "..." Which direction?
Zhen Qingyin translated: "Your Highness, turn to the right! There is someone in front of you on the left!"
The prince subconsciously turned the horse's head, but asked suspiciously: "How do you know?"
"I saw it."
"How come you didn't see me?"
"...I have good eyesight."
"..."
[Congratulations to the host, you have completed the hand-holding task. The task rewards have been distributed. Please go to the appropriate place to collect them. 】
[Congratulations to the host, you have completed the task of riding together. The task rewards have been distributed. Please go to the appropriate place to collect them. 】
[Ah ah ah, come on host, our family of three is getting rich! 】
While the system was dancing happily, as if celebrating the New Year, it was constantly directing them to avoid ambushes.
After running for a while, Zhen Qingyin couldn't help but said: "Your Highness, you can get up."
The prince said nothing.
Zhen Qingyin's body was overwhelmed by the load, her waist was about to break, and her face turned red from the difficulty of breathing: "Your Highness, you are very heavy, I can't hold it anymore."
"Hold on a little longer." The prince's voice was low and hoarse.
Ahead is Meiyan Mountain, the mountain where the emperor and others encountered tigers and wolves yesterday.
There were pursuers from behind, as well as the prince's guards on horseback, and the fighting continued.
The system said cautiously to Little Feet: [Host, the male protagonist has been poisoned and seems to be dying. 】
Zhen Qingyin gritted her teeth.
Just hold on for a while, there must be hunting ministers on the mountain, and they have guards.
If the prince died on her back, she would have nightmares and be scared to death.
Prince: "..."
Who says he can't do it?
He tightened the reins and dismounted.
Zhen Qingyin was carrying a heavy load all the way, and her bones seemed to be falling apart, and her hands and feet could not use any strength.
The prince put one arm around her waist and pinched her down.
"No, no need..." Zhen Qingyin just started to speak, but the person had already come down.
She grabbed the saddle and stood still, turning to look at the prince's face.
The prince's face was pale and his lips were slightly purple, which was indeed a symptom of poisoning. There was a half-broken arrow stuck in his right arm. I don't know when he cut it off with a knife.
The color on Zhen Qingyin's face faded little by little, and she was at a loss as to what to do. The pursuers were coming from behind.
The prince patted the horse's butt.
The horse snorted and nudged the prince's hand with its big head. The prince waved to it. The horse reluctantly let go, flicked its tail, and plunged into the woods.
Without their two burdens, my four hooves are light.
Zhen Qingyin watched the horse run away.
She also wanted to run.
Those pursuers want to kill the prince, so they may not pursue her closely.
The prince swayed, and Zhen Qingyin subconsciously stretched out her hand to support him.
The prince seemed to know what she was thinking, and threw her hand away. He felt dizzy for a while, quickly held on to the tree trunk, and said hoarsely: "You can find a place to hide by yourself, don't worry about Gu."
System storm cried: [Host, no! The hero was injured and poisoned because of you, but he didn't abandon you along the way. You can't leave him alone! 】
The prince dragged his legs and walked forward tremblingly. When he took a step, he had to hold on to the tree trunk. The thorn bushes on the ground tore his expensive silk coat.
Zhen Qingyin was thinking about moving reinforcements to Zhen Yuanyuan and Wei Yi, gritted her teeth and gave a reason that was not so chilling to the prince: "His Royal Highness, please hide, I will find someone to save you!"
The prince smiled to himself.
save him?
Are you going to save Wei Yi?
How could this woman care about his life when she didn't even care about her own life.
There was only Wei Yi in her heart.
As soon as he thought about this, he heard the sound of rustling deerskin boots scraping against the grass in the distance. The prince couldn't bear the cold air that rushed through his body. He pressed his forehead against the tree trunk and silently gathered strength.
The system covered its mouth with its feet and stayed above the prince, reluctant to follow Zhen Qingyin and leave: [Host, don't leave, please, don't leave, the hero is dead! Wuwuwu... Come back, come back! 】
Suddenly, the distant rustles became clearer and clearer. The prince thought he was hallucinating, so his left arm was lifted up, and a familiar cold plum blossom fragrance hit him.
He was stunned and slowly opened his eyes.
Zhen Qingyin's face was full of annoyance, and she said angrily: "I'm afraid that I won't be able to defeat the pursuers, so I'd better go with you. Come on, what are you looking at!"
The prince pursed his lips and smiled.
Zhen Qingyin struggled to lift him up, and the two of them limped toward the mountains.
The system was moved and cried: [Host, you are a very good person, a very good person! I will never complain about you being a Black Lotus again! Woohoo, I love you so much, you still have some conscience...]
Maybe he always complained about Zhen Qingyin and never said anything good about her. When he praised Zhen Qingyin for a while, he was at a loss for words.
