The fire behind him seemed to be smaller, but it still made a sliver of daylight in the dark night.
There was a lot of noise and the attack stopped completely.
But the fire was still terrifying, with greed, wanting to devour everyone inside.
Song Jinyin finally got off Shen Yuhe's arms.
She raised her eyes and looked at the front inn.
Coming out of the mess, her face was not only free from any dust, but also reflected a little bit of rosy color under the light of the distant fire.
Pei Yanzhou did everything he could to protect her very well.
"Where are you going!"
When Shen Yuhe saw her staggering two steps and then running forward again, Shen Yuhe subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab her.
"Are you crazy? There's such thick smoke ahead, and the assassins don't know what's going on now. How dare you go forward?"
"But he didn't come out."
Song Jinyin was a little confused. When she looked back at Shen Yuhe, her eyes were no longer clear.
"He's not out yet, is he?"
"He is no one else, he is Pei Yanzhou, even if..."
Shen Yuhe's body tensed up for a moment, but the hand holding her wrist showed great strength, "Whether he comes out or not, what can you do if you go over now?"
Pei Yanzhou's martial arts skills were unfathomable, and Shen Yuhe never doubted them.
But now he was poisoned first, forced exercise was behind, and there was an uncontrollable fire. He didn't need to think about how serious Pei Yanzhou's wounds were at this moment.
He was afraid that as soon as he left with the person, the person had completely lost his strength.
Everything can only be seen from Xuanwei.
"He will definitely come out."
Shen Yuhe spoke to her and said it again.
He rarely said such firm words on weekdays, but at this moment, when he saw Song Jinyin's eyes, he suddenly just wanted to say words of comfort.
The girl in front of her didn't panic, nor did she cry, but the original brightness in her eyes was covered up by her helplessness, like a deer that couldn't find its way out in the woods, her eyes were full of emptiness and confusion.
Perhaps deep down in her heart, she never thought that Pei Yanzhou would die.
Therefore, she could endure all the pain when she was injured and forced herself to walk step by step, but when she didn't know whether Pei Yanzhou was alive or dead, she lost her sense of proportion and was at a loss.
Shen Yuhe looked at her and suddenly missed the days before Pei Yanzhou came to Luo City.
At that time, the two of them got along quite easily, and he also saw countless smart expressions in this girl, and tasted some novelties that he had never experienced before.
Unfortunately, those days were still too short.
Shen Yuhe relaxed his grip on his hand, but did not completely relax it. He just lowered his tone and said, "He will be fine. It's you and the child in your belly. If you continue to toss, the person lying on the bed tomorrow will be you."
When she heard the word "child", Song Jinyin's eyes became clearer.
She raised her hand to cover her belly and looked over with lowered eyes.
Shen Yuhe couldn't see her expression, but saw her long eyelashes trembling slightly, which took a long time to slow down.
But Song Jinyin's cleverness still failed to wait for Pei Yanzhou.
She had already suffered from the wind and cold before going to bed. She was in the fire just now. Although she was carefully protected by Pei Yanzhou, she still inhaled a lot of smoke.
The reason why I can hold on to the ground now is just because of the thoughts in my heart.
But it was too cold in the middle of the night, and when it became quiet, she felt drowsy again.
Before falling, she slowly squatted on the ground and tried to hold herself up a little longer, but the fire in front of her seemed to be spinning, forcing her stomach to twitch and make her want to vomit.
Song Jinyin had no choice but to close her eyes, but fortunately she saw Mrs. Sun coming towards her.
...
Outside the inn, Yi Xudong, who had finally vomited all about the Yi family's activities, was caught and caught up in this last scene.
The Yi family, who were watching the movement in the dark, saw the person coming and felt doubtful and hesitant for a moment.
It was this hesitation that allowed Xuanwei to find a few leaders and join forces with the helpers sent by the inn owner.
He raised his sword and dropped it, and all the assassin leaders in several places were beheaded by the sword.
Knowing that it would be useless to keep him alive, Xuanwei acted particularly ruthlessly.
The archers who lost their leader immediately became disorganized. An assassination took place in the middle of the night, and Xuanwei and others finally gained the upper hand.
It was the second day when Song Jinyin woke up.
The place you enter does not look like an inn, but looks like a woman's boudoir. It is spacious and bright, and there is a vague sense of luxury everywhere in the house.
As soon as she moved her body, she frowned.
"Girl is awake?"
It was Mrs. Sun's delighted voice.
Before Song Jinyin opened her mouth, she found that her eyes were sore and swollen, her throat was dry and sore, and it was extremely uncomfortable to speak.
"Don't worry, girl. Doctor Shen said that the girl caught wind and cold last night and was severely affected by the smoke. She will have difficulty speaking today."
But Song Jinyin was not relieved by this comfort.
She pointed to the room in front of her and said Pei Yanzhou's name with great effort.
Mrs. Sun in front of her was putting the hot water in her hand on the shelf. When she heard Song Jinyin's movement, she stiffened slightly and then managed a smile.
"The girl can live in peace of mind. This house was prepared for her by the prince. How to deal with it in the future will be decided by the girl."
"Where is Pei Yanzhou?"
Song Jinyin looked at her evasive eyes and spoke stubbornly.
Every time she said a word, pain arose in her throat due to dryness, but she still had discomfort in her stomach. If she started to cough, it would probably not stop.
Seeing the increasingly pale face of the person on the bed, Mrs. Sun thought for a moment and said, "Don't be anxious, my dear, the prince is also resting."
"Take me to him."
...
When Song Jinyin went to Pei Yan's boat house, Lin Jingxiu had already rushed back with Li Wanqing.
As soon as she opened the door, she heard the anxious voice of the man inside.
"No matter where the assassin comes from, the presence of these hundreds of archers in Luo City is already a failure of the Luo City governor. Those things are not important now. What is important is when will he wake up?"
"This time... I'm afraid it might be a little tricky."
Shen Yuhe didn't speak for a long time, and Doctor Mu next to him only started and then stopped, as if he was considering his words.
Unlike every time before, Dr. Lin's anxiety was masked by a hint of despair.
Song Jinyin's heart slowly sank, and her hands and feet became colder.
Shen Yuhe didn't say anything, which meant that he agreed with Doctor Mu's words, and he couldn't think of a way.
"What do you mean it's difficult? You and Dr. Shen, can you two find a way to save him? Isn't it just that he has been trapped in the fire for a long time? He..."
"He was already poisoned before he was trapped."
Shen Yuhe interrupted Lin Jingxiu's words with a cold voice, "To practice martial arts is to die. What's more, his lungs were burned by the smoke from yesterday's fire. Even if he can wake up now, he may not be able to survive."
Song Jinyin just took the warm water poured by Xuanwei and wanted to moisten Pei Yanzhou's dry lips.
But after Shen Yuhe said these words, her whole body seemed to be wrapped in the cold wind. She could no longer control herself, she could only tremble and let the things in her hands fall to the ground.
She thought that Pei Yanzhou's injury would be serious and he might not survive, but she couldn't understand it.
"Brother Shen."
Song Jinyin suddenly called him with a smile, her voice dry and hoarse, but her tears fell together with the broken beads.
She didn't dare to cry and didn't know why she was crying.
But Song Jinyin thought, how could Shen Yuhe say such frightening and frustrating words.
