"Kill them!"
The roar fell with the cold wind, and the two parties fought, but the most conspicuous person was the person sitting in the wheelchair behind.
Pei Huan's cold eyes swept around him, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of the person running towards him, and his eyes suddenly darkened: "Qinglian, why are you here?"
Qinglian stepped forward and explained the situation in a low voice.
Pei Huan frowned and looked down at his legs: "I understand. Go back quickly and protect it..."
Before the word "she" could be said, an arrow shot through the air. Qinglian's eyes sharpened, and she raised her hand to catch the arrow. Before she could speak, she heard laughter coming from the other side.
"I didn't expect you, the guard, to leave. Just in time, my people seized the opportunity."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Pei Huan and Qing Lian changed, but Pei Huan soon regained his composure.
"The dark third is over there."
Qinglian lowered her eyes: "I understand, Qinglian will go back now."
She didn't dare to delay, turned around and wanted to leave, but the next moment, arrows filled the sky forcing her to stay.
"Protect the Crown Prince and evacuate."
Qinglian shouted and backed away while protecting the wheelchair.
Pei Huan's sharp eyes swept through the crowd and quickly caught the person who shouted earlier: "You'd better hope that she's okay, otherwise... I'll destroy your power!"
In the yard, Song Shuwan rushed out of the room covered in blood. The faces of An San and Zhen Yuan outside the door changed, and they asked in unison: "Why..."
Before she could finish her words, an arrow pierced through Song Shuwan's shoulder, causing blood to fly. Song Shuwan fell forward and landed heavily on the ground.
Zhen Yuan was furious: "Who is it?"
An San quickly stepped forward: "Prince Princess, how are you?"
He wanted to help someone, but he stretched out his hand but did not dare to move it.
Song Shuwan opened her eyes, gritted her teeth and said, "Don't touch me, first, kill me first..."
Before she could finish speaking, she fell down.
An San was shocked. After checking, he found that there was still breath. He calmed down a little for a moment, but was soon overtaken by anger, because several men in black came out of the house, and one of them was holding a bow and arrow. This made An San You know, he was the one who shot the arrow just now.
At that time, Zhen Yuan also stared at the man in black holding a bow and arrow, and said in a cold tone: "You were the one who fired the arrow just now."
The man in black sneered: "That's right, do you have any questions?"
"I've never had a problem with dead people."
Zhen Yuan was very angry. Under her eyes, someone actually hurt Song Shuwan. If word spread, could the reputation of Zhen Yuan and Xuan Yu Pavilion be good?
The man in black drew his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming the arrow at Zhen Yuan: "What a coincidence, I have no problem with the dead."
Zhen Yuan's eyes were sharp: "You want to kill me? You are not qualified."
As soon as she finished speaking, another figure approached the man in black.
An San didn't want to talk nonsense at all. As soon as he closed the distance, two flying knives came out in his hands.
The man in black did not move, but the two people behind him stepped forward, one to the left and the other to the right, just blocking Dark San's flying knife. At the same time, the man in black suddenly flipped his wrist. The moment he let go, the arrows shot with force. The wind rushed towards Song Shuwan on the ground.
No one expected that the man in black would suddenly change the target of his attack. For a moment, Zhen Yuan and An San were unable to save him in time.
At the critical moment, a black figure appeared and just caught the arrow.
An San turned around: "Your Majesty!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he had already cut off the arm of the man in black with his hand, and blood spurted out. The man in black turned around and wanted to run away, but An San didn't give him a chance and immediately chased after him.
On the spot, Pei Huan dropped the arrow in his hand. He just took two steps and fell down. His legs lost strength.
Zhen Yuan looked at it and smiled happily: "Didn't Prince Pei listen to Qinglian's report? No matter how anxious you are, you shouldn't make fun of your own legs."
Pei Huan gave her a cold look: "You brazenly said that you can protect people. Is this the result you gave me?"
The smile on Zhen Yuan's face disappeared instantly. She was careless and gave Pei Huan a reason to deny her.
Pei Huan didn't pay attention to her. When Qinglian and the secret guards appeared, he sat on the wheelchair with their help: "Send the Crown Princess into the house immediately to treat the wound. In addition, seal the entire village. If anyone comes in again, you guys Don’t let the secret guards live either!”
"yes!"
The secret guards tensed up and sealed off the entire village after dealing with the blood in the village.
Towards evening, Song Shuwan woke up from a coma. She looked at her tightly wrapped shoulders and remained silent for a long time. She had injured her left arm before, and now she had injured her right shoulder. Does this mean she must lose both of her arms?
"Squeak——"
When the door was pushed open, Song Shuwan raised her eyes and looked at Qinglian who came in, her lips pursed slightly: "How is my arm?"
Qinglian handed over the medicine bowl: "So far, it's okay. The Crown Princess is very lucky and her life was not harmed."
Song Shuwan clenched her fingers tightly and ignored the medicine bowl in front of her: "Which one do you think will hit me harder, my life being injured or my arm being crippled?"
Qinglian smiled: "From Qinglian's point of view, the blow that hurts life is naturally the biggest. After all, as long as people are alive, they can have other consequences. If they die, it will be over. Princess, take the medicine. Other wounds also require medicine to recover."
Song Shuwan tilted her head, took the medicine bowl after a long time, and drank it all in one gulp: "How is the prince? His legs..."
"The prince jumped out of the wheelchair in order to save the prince's concubine. Now he is lying on the bed, and he can't use his legs at all."
As soon as these words came out, Song Shuwan's heart tightened: "I put the prescription for the medicated bath on the table over there. You go down and prepare the medicine now. I will give you some acupuncture instructions. There must be no problems left."
"Qinglian understands."
Qinglian took the empty bowl and took away the prescription.
Song Shuwan was anxious and wanted to see Pei Huan, but her whole body hurt so much when she moved even a little bit, so she had to lie down again and wait for Qinglian to turn around.
When the room gradually became dark, Zhen Yuan went inside and lit a candle.
"How does the Crown Princess feel now?"
Song Shuwan casually replied that it was okay, and then she saw Zhen Yuan approaching her. The distance between the two was so close that even their breaths were intertwined.
After a long time, Song Shuwan raised her head uncomfortably: "What are you doing, Miss Zhen?"
Zhen Yuan sighed and took two steps back: "I want to take you to Xuanyu Pavilion, but Pei Huan refuses, which gives me a headache."
Song Shuwan's eyes flickered. She didn't understand what Zhen Yuan was insisting on, but she would never follow him to Xuan Yu Pavilion now.
"Miss Zhen, please go out if you have nothing else to do. I have some..."
Before she could give her excuse, Qinglian turned around and said, "Prince Concubine, the medicinal materials are ready. You can give the Crown Prince a medicated bath."
Song Shuwan's eyes flashed with joy: "Boil the water immediately. I want to watch the prince take a medicinal bath in person."
Less than half an hour later, Song Shuwan sat in a wheelchair, looked at the smoky barrel, and then at Pei Huan on the bed, and fell into silence. It seemed that she... shouldn't be in the room?
