Nalan Fengjin saw Ling Yinglie's weapon for the first time tonight. It was the long flute he often played, with a sharp sword hidden in the flute. At this moment, the sharp sword was unsheathed, glowing a bloodthirsty cyan color under the moonlight. What a sword!
Nalan Fengjin rushed towards Ling Yinglie, and a masked man jumped out to block her way. The masked man made many tricks with the sword in his hand, but after dozens of moves, Nalan Fengjin kicked her away. The man and his sword fell into the bushes beside the road.
It turned out to be just a few three-legged cats, Nalan Fengjin secretly thought, no wonder they would use such despicable methods! At the moment, he didn't pay attention to these many people, but at this moment, he suddenly saw Ling Yinglie hit a palm in the back, fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and saw that person followed up with another palm and went straight to Ling Ying. In the back of his mind, Ling Yinglie was temporarily blind and injured at this moment, and it seemed that he could no longer avoid this palm.
Nalan Fengjin saw this and was frightened. He flew up and rushed towards the man. He used his inner strength to palm the man. Unexpectedly, among these men in black there was someone with such deep inner strength and extremely heavy palms. The man in black had a very clear purpose, he wanted to kill Ling Ying.
Nalan Fengjin immediately changed his moves, instead of attacking hard, and instead used his feminine martial arts to consume the man in black's internal energy.
Just when the man in black thought that Nalan Fengjin was already in a trapped beast, a burst of purple smoke filled the palm of Nalan Fengjin. They dispersed towards the group of men in black.
At this moment, Ling Yinglie took out a projectile from his waist and threw it to the ground, causing a burst of smoke and dust. After a moment, people in black everywhere covered their eyes and howled in pain. The man in black who had just fought against Nalan Fengjin He also covered his eyes and shouted hoarsely: "Retreat." After a moment, everything suddenly became quiet.
Ling Yinglie took out another object and wiped it on his eyes before carefully opening them.
Ling Yinglie looked at Nalan Fengjin not far away, and found that blood was spilling from her lips. She felt anxious for some reason and ran towards Nalan Fengjin. However, after taking a few steps, she felt I felt severe pain in my chest, and I fainted as soon as my vision went dark.
Although Nalan Fengjin was injured, he was still conscious. He staggered up and found Ling Yinglie's position. He helped him up and called him a few times. Seeing that he had no response, he felt his pulse and frowned slightly.
He took out a small bottle from his pocket and poured a pill into his mouth. At this time, Ling Yinglie, who had reacted from the severe pain, grabbed her arm tightly and spoke vaguely. Although her voice was a little unclear, Nalan Fengjin heard every word clearly and only listened to her. He said: "You can't die..." and then passed out.
Nalan Fengjin was startled and lowered his head to stare at Ling Yinglie.
The moon was surprisingly bright, and the light cyan color highlighted the dark red bloodstains on his clothes and corners of his lips. His face was covered with dust, and his clothes were in tatters and tatters. His eyes were closed tightly. He was in a coma, but one hand was still holding him tightly. put.
After a while, seeing that he was still unconscious, he tried to carry him on his back, but he was injured several times before he could stand up.
Nalan Fengjin carried him with some difficulty and walked slowly towards the horse not far away, but intermittently heard him saying vaguely: "Jin - Jin...can't die..."
Nalan Fengjin's footsteps became slower and slower. It took a long time to walk for a short distance.
Finally, he put him on the horse, and he struggled to get on the horse. Just as he was about to ride the horse forward, he heard him say vaguely: "Ah Jin..."
Nalan Fengjin lowered his head when he heard the sound and saw blood dripping from the corner of his mouth while he was lying on the horse. He frowned slightly and helped him up from the horse. He sat on his chest and bowed his head. , a strand of hair was blown by the wind across Nalan Fengjin's cheek, and a strange but familiar smell drifted into his nose unexpectedly. Nalan Fengjin was slightly startled.
Slowly riding the horse forward, there were bumps on the road. Ling Yinglie, who was in a coma, almost slipped off the horse. Nalan Fengjin quickly let go of the hand holding the reins and held Ling Yinglie's waist, never thinking that his head was actually there. At this time, it was buried in his neck, and the warmth of his breath sprayed just behind Nalan Fengjin's ears.
The road is not long, but it seems like a long walk.
Nalan Fengjin carried Ling Yinglie back to the inn and laid him flat on the bed. Just as he was about to get up, he realized that his hand had been grabbing her sleeve and wouldn't let go.
Nalan Fengjin frowned slightly and pulled his hand off with force. When she turned around, she heard him cough again. She couldn't help but stop and turned to look at the bed. She thought he was awake, but found that he was still unconscious. , only his hands were grabbing randomly in the air, not knowing what he wanted to grab.
Nalan Fengjin watched quietly and did not step forward. He only saw him grabbing in the air for a while and still not letting go. He coughed harder and harder in his eagerness, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth out of control.
Nalan Fengjin frowned, turned around and grabbed his wrist, trying to feel his pulse, but he grabbed his finger instead, and then, she tightly grasped his palm along the knuckles, and she suddenly became quiet like that.
Looking at the hand held tightly by him, Nalan Fengjin's eyes were deep.
There were no candles lit in the room, and the green moonlight reflected through the window lattice, casting onto the clasped hands, one large and one small, beside the bed. The big knuckles were pale and persistent, while the small knuckles were slightly stiff, as if they were at a loss for a moment.
Ling Yinglie kept coughing up blood. After taking his pulse carefully, Nalan Fengjin broke free from his pull, turned around and walked out the door.
After a while, Ling Yinglie returned with the silver needle without any hesitation. After a while, Ling Yinglie was sweating profusely and stopped vomiting blood.
After a long time, Nalan Fengjin withdrew the silver needle. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He searched for his pulse again. His eyebrows relaxed slightly, but he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, coughed suddenly, and there was blood in his mouth. Qi.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Ling Yinglie suddenly leaned back. Unexpectedly, her long hair spread out on her arms. When she lowered her head, she saw the dim moonlight that caught Nalan's eyes. Feng Jin thinks this is a kind of lonely beauty. . .
The candles in the room were still not lit, and there was silence all around. Only the moonlight squeezed in from the window lattice, and cast it relentlessly on the two people on the bed, as if unwilling to let go of any detail, casting their figures on one side of the wall. , in pairs.
In the middle of the night, the wind picked up, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the autumn wind was bleak.
Ling Yinglie, who was unconscious on the bed, seemed to feel extremely uncomfortable, and murmured hoarsely: "Water..." Nalan Fengjin, who was sitting on the couch nearby and doing exercises to heal his injuries, heard the sound and opened his eyes, stood up and poured a glass of water. When he got to the bed, he dipped some of it on a white cloth and put it on his lips.
This was repeated until he stopped mumbling, and when he touched his forehead with his palm, he found that it was still hot, so he went out and got a basin of cold water, went into the house, moistened it with a cloth and put it on his forehead.
In the middle of the night, a dark figure hurried from far to near and landed quietly in the courtyard. After waiting for a while, when he saw Nalan Fengjin coming out, he half-knelt on the ground and whispered: "Sect Master."
Nalan Fengjin snorted, "If you find those people, kill them without mercy."
Nalan Fengjin waved his hand, and the man left quietly.
The next morning, Ling Yinglie woke up amid the strong smell of herbs. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Nalan Fengjin beside the bed, holding a medicine bowl and staring at him. For a moment, I was in a daze, and then I remembered what happened last night.
Just when he wanted to get up, he felt that his whole body was weak and his internal organs were aching. He grinned and let out a muffled groan: "Hiss! It hurts!" The voice that came out was hoarse, and it didn't sound like his own. Ling Ying sighed, how could he survive to such an old age? Never been so seriously injured.
Nalan Fengjin looked at him quietly until his eyes turned from chaos to clarity, then handed the medicine bowl to him and said: "Drink it."
Ling Yinglie glanced at the medicine bowl and struggled to get up, but couldn't sit up, so she helplessly whispered: "Help."
Nalan Fengjin was really rude. As soon as he made a move, he picked up his collar and pulled him to sit up.
Ling Ying frowned uncomfortably as her chest felt tight, but she didn't pick and choose. She took the medicine bowl, but her hands were weak and she almost spilled the medicine. Nalan Fengjin frowned and helped her. In a moment, he brought the medicine to his mouth.
Ling Yingzhe could smell the bitterness of the medicine and could think of the bitterness of the medicine. With a frown on his face, he drank the medicine with Nalan Fengjin's help.
Nalan Fengjin took the empty bowl left by Ling Yinglie and turned around and walked out.
Ling Yinglie sat on the bedside, feeling uncomfortable all over and drowsy, but she saw Nalan Fengjin walking in with a silver needle for acupuncture in his hand.
These days, Nalan Fengjin boiled medicine for him every day and gave him needles to detoxify him. He was used to it. When he saw Nalan Fengjin coming in with a silver needle, he didn’t think much about it, thinking it was another detoxification. But when Nalan Fengjin used it again He sat up straight and realized that he was disheveled at the moment!
Being unable to resist and knowing that he shouldn't resist made Ling Yinglie feel very depressed and helpless.
It was his turn to be in such a situation, as the young master of the Ling family who was so proud of himself.
"Am I seriously injured?" Ling Yinglie suddenly asked.
"Yes, the man in black was very cruel, and your internal organs were injured." Nalan Fengjin replied.
"Your injury?!" Ling Yinglie said.
"It doesn't matter, just keep it. If you need anything, call the guards." Nalan Fengjin said.
"Those assassins came for me, but they hurt you." Ling Yinglie didn't know why he talked a lot today.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter who it is for." Nalan Fengjin said.
"Reconciliation?" Ling Yinglie was stunned.
"You hurt the Phoenix Sect Master and you are dead. Besides, if you are hit by my Purple Jade Smoke, you will go crazy even if you don't die. You can rest, I will come back to give you acupuncture in the evening." After saying this, Nalan Fengjin walked out.
"Purple jade turns into smoke?" Ling Yinglie was frightened, what a cruel girl, this poison invades the seven meridians and eight meridians of a person, and you will see a person turn into powder inch by inch in front of you. . .
Chapter 44: The unluckiest princess
After leaving Ling Yinglie's room, Nalan Fengjin spat out a mouthful of blood. He was also injured in this battle, no less injured than Ling Yinglie.
The inner strength of the man in black was quite strange and profound. That palm actually hurt his heart. It's really abominable.
"Sect Master. The matter is done. The killer is the old enemy of Young Master Ling. The reason is because Poison Saint killed the eldest brother of the mastermind behind the scenes. It has been found out that the mastermind behind the scenes is not a good person. He is the notorious Du Sanli in the world. And The Poison Saint had a grudge because Poison Sanjiang harmed the people. The Poison Saint killed him. Those men in black who committed the assassination are already dead. What do you think of the rest?" Jiang Biluo came over and asked for instructions.
"Du Sanli? Du Sanjiang? Du Men Sanli? Very good, Miemen, no need to keep them. You can settle those children." After Nalan Fengjin finished speaking, he went to look for food.
"I honor your order." Jiang Biluo went down after accepting the order.
The autumn sun is setting, the stars and the moon are rising, the moon is bright, there is no wind, Nalan Fengjin has eaten and drank enough, wrapped in a quilt and lying on the deck chair in the courtyard, looking at the night sky, it is midnight again.
After Nalan Fengjin’s diagnosis and treatment, Ling Yinglie’s injuries recovered quickly.
Ling Yinglie came out of the door, jumped up to the roof, sat in the same position as usual and played the long flute. Although Ling Yinglie is much better, his internal injuries are still there. This time he almost lost his balance, and Nalan Fengjin pulled him.
Nalan Fengjin looked at him, but felt that he was really bored, so he sat in the yard and listened blindly. When he was drowsy, he saw a person suddenly appeared on the roof opposite. He had excellent light skills and elegant posture, and he couldn't help but secretly I liked it, but when I saw who it was, I immediately completely rejected what I had just thought, and immediately changed to: Nalan Xuyan knows how to show off her beauty!
Nalan Xuyan's figure stopped just on the left side of the roof where Ling Yinglie was sitting. He lifted up his clothes and sat on it. The night wind blew, and his starry eyebrows and bright eyes made him look like a fairy. But unfortunately, in Nalan Fengjin's eyes, this was not the case at all.
Nalan Xuyan looked at Nalan Fengjin and smiled. No matter what she looks like, I never get tired of it. How could Nalan Fengjin know what he was thinking about at this moment, but in Nalan Fengjin's eyes, the smile on Nalan Xuyan's face at the moment was a smile that owed others, especially her, and he couldn't help but be cruel He stared at him.
Nalan Xuyan said loudly: "Brother Ling is so elegant. He plays the flute under the moon and is accompanied by beauties." As he spoke, he moved his gaze towards Nalan Fengjin.
Ling Yinglie didn't pay attention to the visitor, and the sound of the flute continued.
Ling Yinglie's eyes darkened. He turned his eyes and looked at Nalan Xuyan sitting on the other side. For some reason, in comparison at this moment, he felt that Nalan Xuyan looked a bit like a human. !
But it was a pity that Nalan Xuyan suddenly smiled at him again at this time. Nalan Fengjin curled his lips and said to himself: I saw it wrong!
Nalan Xuyan murmured: "Three sides of the poisonous sect are in harm's way, but today they were wiped out. I'm really happy."
Nalan Fengjin was startled when he heard it. The news came quickly enough.
Ling Yinglie finally put down the long flute he had been playing for a long time and said, "When we live in troubled times, we are lucky enough to be able to protect ourselves and the people we want to protect."
After a moment of silence, Nalan Xuyan smiled slightly and said: "Brother Ling's words, Yan Keyin can be regarded as a confidant."
For some reason, Nalan Fengjin felt that both Nalan Xuyan and Ling Yinglie glanced at her, but when she looked over, she found that neither of them looked at her at all.
Suddenly, a person flew quickly from the air and landed directly in front of Nalan Fengjin. He looked at Nalan Fengjin with a cold and distressed face, his throat twitched and his eye circles were already red: "My subordinate is late in coming back. Sect Master. You..."
At this point, seeing Nalan Fengjin's pale face just nestled in the quilt, she immediately choked up.
Chu Tianyou received the flying pigeon message from Jiang Biluo and knew that the sect leader was seriously injured this time and it affected his heart. He completed the northwest military supply matter as quickly as possible and ran non-stop throughout the night. He ran to death on the way. After getting off the horse, I finally saw her.
"God bless you." Nalan Fengjin almost cried when she saw him. Holding his arm with a pitiful look on her face, Chu Tianyou couldn't suppress his heartache when looking at her pale and bloodless face.
Chu Tianyou took out a pill from his arms and stuffed it into Nalan Fengjin's mouth. His right hand had already reached Nalan Fengjin's back, helping Nalan Fengjin to dissolve the power of the medicine: "I will have to put a bottle of this medicine on you from now on." .”
For a moment, Nalan Fengjin felt that the depression in his heart began to ease, and he showed a silly expression to Chu Tianyou.
Ling Yinglie looked at it but said nothing, jumped off the roof, pushed the door open and entered the house.
Chu Tianyou raised his hand and hugged Nalan Fengjin. Nalan Xuyan said, "Where are you taking her?"
Chu Tianyou glanced at him and replied impatiently: "Get your feet washed."
Hearing this, Nalan Xu's face froze.
Chu Tianyou hugged Nalan Fengjin, who was wrapped in a quilt, and walked away in a big way.
After a while, Chu Tianyou came back with Nalan Fengjin in his arms, and looked at Nalan Xuyan: "I want to go back to the villa to get another medicine for the sect master. This trip will take ten days at the fastest, and the sect master alone I don't trust her here. Ling Yinglie is not one of our own. He is now under the control of the sect master, so... I leave the sect master to you, and you take good care of her. If there is any neglect, Phoenix Villa will come out in force." Chu Tianyou There was no discussion at all. Was he giving an order or a threat? !
Nalan Xuyan couldn't laugh or cry, "Are you threatening me or ordering me?"
"I'm asking you to do this." Chu Tianyou's eyes were firm. "You are one of your own."
"What if I don't?" Nalan Xu said with a smile on his face.
"You can't." Chu Tianyou smiled.
"Why?" Nalan Xu smiled
"You don't want to be the enemy of the whole world, let alone be hunted by the whole world." Chu Tianyou smiled: "Phoenix Villa will be your help in the future."
"It makes sense." Nalan Xuyan nodded: "Her injury..."
"I know that Dumen Sanli is Ling Yinglie's old enemy. This assassination attempt on Ling Yinglie was well-prepared. Dumen Sanli burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil. He shouldn't have been here in the first place. He hurt the sect leader this time, so he shouldn't have been here." That’s it.” Chu Tianyou said coldly. Not wanting to tolerate Lan Xuyan's surprise, he continued: "The killers from Phoenix Villa have returned, and the sphere of influence attached to Dumen Sanli no longer needs to be retained this time. One of the killers who harmed the sect leader is from this side clan. A force, just together this time. I hurt the sect master, but I still want to live, no negotiation."
"You are cruel enough." Nalan Xuyan frowned.
"The party that caused trouble should not have stayed long ago. This time it also hurt the sect master. Phoenix Mountain Villa was merciful by not razing the place to the ground. Sect master, kill them anyway, their subordinates have already built them on the original site. The tombs were sacrificed, so that they could be reincarnated and be good people in the next life." Chu Tianyou lowered his head and looked at Nalan Fengjin. "Mei Ge is transferred to Xuanming Mansion, Lan Ge is in the Su family, Zhuju is with Nalan Hanqi and Nalan Hanyi, Shi Ge is in Prince Jin's office, Ci Ge is in Zhennan Prince's Mansion, I will take Ge Ge with me, and Fu The pavilion is around you, have a good rest and wait for me to come back."
Nalan Xuyan took Nalan Fengjin, who was wrapped in a quilt like a rice dumpling, and nodded to Chu Tianyou, "Don't worry."
Chu Tianyou glanced at Nalan Fengjin, then at Nalan Xuyan, turned around and disappeared into the night.
Under the moon like water, Nalan Xuyan's expression was completely absorbed into Nalan Fengjin's eyes. His eyes were clear and penetrating, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was different from the past. It was a little gentle but also had an inexplicable temptation. He always held her and never let go. "I'll take you to relax." Nalan Xuyan hugged her and said.
Nalan Fengjin looked at him and said leisurely: "After eating that heart-protecting pill, I can't even ride a horse now."
"What's so difficult about that?" After saying that, Nalan Xuyan suddenly hugged her tightly and flew out of the inn amidst Nalan Fengjin's exclamation.
Should you struggle? Nalan Fengjin was confused for a moment, but in the end he allowed Nalan Xuyan to put him in front of the horse, and together they rode out of the inn overnight, thinking to themselves, just go and have fun.
