Chapter 43 Cliff Difficult

"Drip, drop, drop."

The regular sound swirled around his ear. Shen Sirong's whole body seemed to have loose pain, his eyelids trembled, and it took a lot of effort to open it. This is a platform-like open space. Looking down, it is a steep cliff, but up it is a stone wall that flies down. Shen Sirong got up and lay at her feet on a cold night full of blood.

Han Ye's body is half hanging outside, and he may turn over and fall off the cliff at any time. Shen Sirong untied the hem of his previously tied clothes and dragged Han Ye's hand in.

Turning over the cold night and lying on the open space, Shen Sirong sat down and heard the sound of "drip, drip, drop".

Water is water.

Shen Sirong's tense nerves finally eased a little. She raised a smile at the corners of her mouth. She followed the sound and looked for it. Far away, water dripped down along the gap between the two stones. She couldn't see it clearly. Shen Sirong guessed that it was the water melted by the heavy snow.

It's not easy to think about it. Shen Sirong tore up a corner of her clean white underwear and held it with both hands to let the dripping water fall on the white cloth strip. When the white cloth strip was wet, she tore off another piece, measured a position with her eyes, pulled out some weeds around it and put it on the bottom, and then put the white cloth on top. She doesn't want to waste this rare water. It will be difficult to want water when the snow melts.

Shen Sirong wanted to untie the clothes on the cold night, but the clothes had long been tattered. Shen Sirong had to tear open the clothes on his injured part and clean up the wounds on the cold night with white cloth strips.

After several round trips, most of the wounds on the cold night had been cleaned up. Shen Sirong's forehead oozed fine sweat and held it into a bowl in his hand. Shen Sirong took some water and sent it to the cold night's mouth.

The water leaked a lot, and Shen Sirong's clothes were also wet a lot.

In the cold night, he squeezed his wet lips and swallowed a mouthful of cold water. He breathed thinly. In the middle of the cold night, he stood up, climbed aside and leaned against the stone wall.

"Are you feeling better?" Shen Sirong can't go out without relying on the cold night. If he has something to do, she has no vitality.

The cold night moved, pulled the wound, and a very light breath fell to Shen Sirong's ear, and there was a look of worry between her eyebrows.

"It's okay, but the dart is poisonous, and now my subordinates have lost all their internal strength." The hoarse voice of the cold night showed fatigue. At this time, Shen Sirong remembered the confusion and asked, "Have you always been a man dressed as a woman by my side?"

Nod on a cold night.

"So, how did you suddenly grow taller? Can you control the code by yourself? Shen Sirong looked up and down at the cold night, with something unclear in his eyes, which was questioning, doubt and embarrassment. Han Ye was seen unnaturally by this straight look and explained, "My subordinates have practiced bone shrinking. When I pretended to be cold incense before, I was under the control of my internal force, and then I was hit by the dart, so I was shocked."

"So it is."

Shen Sirong then carefully looked at the appearance of the cold night, which was similar to the previous cold fragrance, but due to the changes in bones, the facial features of the cold night naturally showed the man's fortitude, with dark eyebrows, firm eyes and a straight nose. The originally white skin became lighter due to injury.

"That..." Shen Sirong suddenly remembered something. Before he asked, he stopped talking again.

No wonder, although Hanxiang is her personal maid of honor, she has never served her, and Hanmei is responsible for changing clothes and bathing.

No wonder... No wonder...

"Are you sent by Your Highness?" Shen Sirong asked with confirmation.

On a cold night, he said, "Your Highness, since you entered the palace, you sent your subordinates to protect you. In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, I ordered my subordinates to pretend to be maids.

"Okay, there's no need to explain more, I understand." Shen Sirong didn't want to be deadlocked on this issue anymore. She didn't dare to ask him if he could go out, and she didn't dare to believe that someone would come to save her.

"If you go back, teach me martial arts."

After a long silence, Shen Sirong sighed and said.

"Hmm?"

The cold night with his eyes closed seemed to not hear clearly. He looked at Shen Sirong. Her expression was already faint, and there were dry blood stains on her face, but it did not affect her arrogance at all.

"I said, if I could go back, would you teach me how to practice martial arts?" Shen Sirong could vaguely guess why he wanted to kill her. One was the position of the crown princess, and the other was the power of the court.

One of the two is full of crises. Even if you don't die here today, you will encounter such a situation one day. This time it's an assassination, what's next?

Dark arrows are difficult to prevent, so she must be able to protect herself.

"Mother's golden branch and jade body, how can you use a knife and sword?" The cold night denied it, and the reason made Shen Sirong dumbfounded.

"Do I have the emperor and the prince? Naturally, there is no. They can all practice martial arts. How can't I?" Shen Sirong retorted.

"With me one day, my mother will never have to practice martial arts."

Shen Sirong was shocked when he shouted on a cold night.

One day when I am, my mother will never have to practice martial arts.

This is the promise of a cold night. The emotion in Shen Sirong's chest is like being struck by lightning. Such a cold night moved her, but she was even more uneasy. And the cold night was also stunned by his own words. Something in his chest is about to break out of the cocoon. Is it a passion? Is it a promise? Loyalty?

"I'll go around to see if there is a way out."

It was dark in front of his eyes, and the gray sky was already dark at this time, as if it had been suppressed in an instant. Shen Sirong found a reason to stand up.

There is a narrow path on the edge of this open space. Shen Sirong walked close to the stone wall. On the cold night, he straightened up and wanted to tell her something, but there was only one back that was trying to move forward.

Shen Sirong's figure soon disappeared. On a cold night, he moved his injured arm and did not hurt his muscles and bones. Shen Sirong's previous bandage dispersed. He pulled one side of the cloth and bit it with his teeth at the other end. At the same time, the wound was tightened again, and the wound oozed blood again. With the pain, he stood up on a cold night and closed his eyes to exhale the turbid breath in his chest. His breath sank into Dantian. Unfortunately, it was still empty.

It seems that the internal strength cannot be restored for the time being.

I heard footsteps coming, and the cold night looked in the direction Shen Sirong left. She was standing not far away, holding a thick vine in her hand.

"There is a small cave over there, and you follow the vines. I'll pull it, and you come slowly."

As soon as Shen Sirong's words fell, she threw the vine over, but she didn't have enough strength. The vine drew a circle in the air and fell vertically.

"Ah." Nervousness and anxiety passed on Shen Sirong's face and disappeared again.

I took a few more steps forward on the cold night, getting closer to her.

Shen Sirong slowly withdrew the thrown vine, tied a knot at the front end, threw it forward, crossed the distance between them, fell in the cold night, and firmly grasped the vine in his hand in the cold night.

Seeing that the cold night caught it, Shen Sirong's lips were slightly open and the corners of his eyes were glowing.

He walked along the vine on a cold night. He was injured and could not lean against the stone wall, so he had to pull the vine to stabilize Shen Sirong at the other end. The foundation of practicing martial arts has made him have a good balance, and it has been smooth all the way.

Shen Sirong led him to the small cave to sit down, but the cold night left her behind and went out with injuries. I don't know how long it took to come back on a cold night. Holding some dry branches in one hand and a hare in the other.

He skillfully put the branches together and made a fire. The hare had been cleaned up. Shen Sirong's sharp eyes found that there were more bruises on one wrists on the cold night and asked, "What's wrong with your wrist?"

The cold night took a look at the blood stain and replied indifferently, "This is rabbit blood."

Shen Sirong knew that he didn't want to worry her in the cold night, so he darkened his eyes. He lost his internal strength and was injured, so it must be inconvenient to even hit a rabbit.

Shen Sirong is not popular in the Shen family, but he doesn't know how to make fire and bake food in the wild. I had to sit weakly and watch.

The rabbit flipped from time to time on a cold night, and soon the aroma of food floated in the air. The rabbit had turned golden. On a cold night, he raised the branch, tore off one leg and handed it to Shen Sirong.

"Mother, please."

Shen Sirong took it and took a bite. It was very fragrant but not easy to swallow. The rabbit doesn't have much oil, and the meat has been roasted very dry. Shen Sirong smiled and said it was delicious. He just chewed a few times in his mouth and swallowed his stomach.

A meal that is not awkward is already rare at this moment. After eating, Shen Sirong and Han Ye sit face to face on both sides of the fire.

"Don't worry, Your Highness will definitely come."

Feeling Shen Sirong's uneasiness inadvertently, he comforted him clumsily in the cold night.

"I know."

Shen Sirong's eyelashes blinked gently, and a shadow fell at the feet of the cold night, which was also deeply engraved into his heart.

The wait was long and desperate. Shen Sirong and his entourage should have returned to the palace before dark, but there was no news until night. The gatekeeper responsible for picking up Shen Sirong's car was worried and had to send someone to check it quickly, but even the people who checked it were late at night did not come back, and the gatekeeper was thrilled. , know that things have changed.

In the East Palace, the lights are not extinguished. Except for the Fengyin Pavilion where Wu Wanqing is located, Qiujuyuan, Muchunju and Chongwen Hall are all bright.

Xiao Yuanqi received a letter from outside the palace and knew that Shen Sirong might have an accident. He immediately put down the fold in his hand and took people out of the palace.

The gate guard has been martial law in the whole city, and 500 cavalry of the Gyeonggi army have been summoned to follow Xiao Yuan out of the city. Xiao Yuanqi, who was standing on the horse with a guard, tightened his face, and his looming smile disappeared, and the rolling fortitude came out.

The sinking facial features were full of anger. Xiao Yuanqi held the sword in his left hand and the reins of the sitting horse in his right hand.

With a bang, a pink lotus flower bloomed in the night sky in the distance. Xiao Yuanqi saw the color change and shouted, "Let's go." Then he galloped away, followed by the dark guards and 500 Gyeonggi cavalry.