Chapter 41 Attack

The scenery of the back mountain is very beautiful. Unlike the flowers and trees in the palace, the trees here should be more lush and strong, and the flowers here are more brilliant without those rules. Looking down from afar, there are clouds and fog covering the bottom.

"How is the scenery here?"

The gentle voice sounded, and Shen Sirong turned around and bowed to him. Looking at his wise and vicissitudes of life, Shen Sirong's heart was very calm.

"It's beautiful."

Xiao Hao laughed when he heard her answer. He led Shen Sirong to a green pine tree that had not yet stood upright and pointed to it and said, "This green pine was planted by Yuan Qi himself."

"Yuan Qi?"

Xiao Hao nodded and watched Shen Sirong put his hand on the trunk, and some snow fell from the wind from time to time. Shen Sirong stretched out his hand to pick it up. The snowflakes could still see the lines, but unfortunately it disappeared when it fell on the palm of his hand.

"You are very suitable for him." Xiao Hao's unsourced sentence reminded Shen Sirong of Xiao Ze. He also seemed to say that she was suitable for Xiao Yuanqi, but why is this suitable for others? Is she really suitable for him?

"Uncle, what do you say?" Shen Sirong still cares after all, so she asked.

Xiao Hao shook his head with a smile and didn't go on. Shen Sirong could see that Xiao Hao seemed to have a deep affection for Xiao Yuanqi. He couldn't say the reason, but just felt it.

When he left, Xiao Hao did not send Shen Sirong. He stood in the back mountain and looked at the green pine and closed his eyes with a wry smile.

The snow has gradually melted, and the way back is more difficult to walk. The pattering road makes the carriage constantly shake, and the guards also walk carefully.

Suddenly, the car body slipped, and Shen Sirong bumped out along one side. Han Xiang hurried around, and Shen Sirong was not thrown out of the car.

"Han Xiang, wrap the horse's feet with cotton cloth, tear the rest into strips and give them to the guards, and tie them on the shoes, so that they can walk faster without slipping. I see that the sky is different, and I can't rush back to the palace any later."

Han Xiang was ordered to jump off the carriage to arrange it. Shen Sirong also took the opportunity to lift the curtain. Although the sun came out, the sun did not bring a trace of warmth, but reflected the colder snow. A cold wind blew blocks of clouds into the sun, making the originally unclear sun more blurred.

not far away, the guards and Hanxiang were busy. Shen Sirong hung up the curtain of the carriage, and the suffocating breath in the carriage blew away with the wind. Putting down the heater in his hand, Shen Sirong leaned out his head and gently leaned his head against the side of the carriage with a smile.

"Be careful."

With a delicate voice, Shen Sirong was also stunned and instinctively withdrew his head back into the carriage. As soon as Shen Sirong retreated, he saw a feather arrow inserted in the place where she had just leaned. The bright arrow cluster goes deep for an inch, and the arrow cluster is still a little blue

This arrow is poisonous.

Just now, the sound was made by Hanxiang. When he realized that Hanxiang was still outside, Shen Sirong looked out anxiously and called out, "Hanxiang, Hanxiang."

What reacted with Shen Sirong was the 300 imperial guard, and the sound of pulling knives came one after another. Shen Sirong grabbed the window of the carriage and looked at the situation outside. A group of people in black jumped out of the official road on both sides, and the guards quickly fought with them. Han Xiang mainly hid and slowly approached the carriage.

Seeing that the cold fragrance was fine, Shen Sirong was relieved.

There are ten people in black, and it only takes a while for both sides to show their heights. Even Shen Sirong can see that these 300 imperial troops are not the opponents of these people in black at all.

Those people in black did not hesitate to knife and fall. Soon, there were only more than 100 guards left. They immediately broke into an encirclement and firmly protected Shen Sirong inside.

"Mother, we're blocking it. Hurry up and go." A leader of the forbidden army rushed forward and said.

Before Shen Sirong could answer, he rushed forward to compete with the man in black. Han Xiang pulled Shen Sirong out of the carriage and protected her to escape out of the encirclement.

A light and shadow swayed and fell on Shen Sirong's chest with a trace of blood. The dazzling red color aroused Shen Sirong's heart. Looking around, most of the guards were injured. Seeing them injured in order to protect her, Shen Sirong felt very uncomfortable. She couldn't bear to look at it again, and she had to look at it again.

When she was sad, Hanxiang had left her side to fight with the man in black. The two bodyguards who replaced Hanxiang soon came to her. Shen Sirong looked at the comparison between the two sides. The bodyguards were a little unable to hold on. Hanxiang seemed to be very good at martial arts, and one person could contain three. She thought about it and called the two bodyguards to her immediately.

"Mother."

"Listen to me, time is tight now, and only you can go back and report the news." Shen Sirong said decisively.

The two guards looked at each other in consterance and replied firmly, "Your mother, you can't leave your humble position."

Seeing that they were so stubborn, Shen Sirong's eyes widened angrily, and a domineering momentum enveloped her. She exerted her indifference to the extreme and looked more serious: "Do you know that if you don't leave at this time, no one will know what happened today. Even if you go this trip for me, find someone to collect the body.

Shen Sirong said decisively. Looking at the current situation, she didn't know how long she could hold on. The other party was obviously coming at her and didn't know her safety.

"Mother." The two knelt down one after another, and the eyes of the seven-foot man turned red.

When the two got the order, they waved their knives and killed them out. This time, these bodyguards came out on foot. Shen Sirong was cruel and untied the reins of the carriage.

"Quick, you two get on the horse."

"Madam, no, you have cut off your way." A bodyguard pulled a frightened horse and exclaimed.

Shen Sirong shook his head: "You only hurt two more lives. You go quickly, one goes back to Xijing, and the other goes back to the temple. There are also defenders there who can also ask for help nearby."

More importantly, the two roads can make each other more indistinguishable.

"Yes." The two turned over their horses, shouted and rushed out. At this time, there were still four people left in black, two of whom fought with Hanxiang. The rest of the forbidden army saw this situation and tried their best to pester the remaining two men in black to break out.

The popularity of black clothes became more fierce. Soon the forbidden army could not hold it, and one of them crossed the forbidden army and attacked Shen Sirong.

"Mother, dodge." Finding that Shen Sirong was in danger, Han Xiang shouted distracted, and the emptiness of his back was exposed. Shen Sirong lowered his head and avoided the attack of the man in black, but his left shoulder could not avoid the sword that followed him.

The clothes were cut open and the shoulder blades hurt. Shen Sirong gritted his teeth and retreated. The red clothes seemed to have been wet, and it was even more crimson.

Han Xiang frowned and jumped up and fell in front of Shen Sirong, blocking the third sword for her.

"Cold fragrance?" Shen Sirong shouted with a crying voice.

"How's the mother's injury?" Han Xiang asked Shen Sirong, and Shen Sirong kept shaking his head and saying, "I'm fine." Shen Sirong didn't know how Hanxiang's injury was, but her blue palace was covered with blood.

"This is not my blood." Holding Shen Sirong's waist in one hand, Hanxiang raised her foot and kicked one of them, and turned her head down and blocked the increasingly fierce offensive in front of her with the other hand.

Shen Sirong bit his lips and moved with the cold fragrance, looking sadly at the blood from the corners of her mouth: "Okay, it's not yours."

Han Xiang was injured, and the four men in black separated them to chase the two fleeing guards, and the other two were murderous and forced Hanxiang.

Han Xiang held her hand tightly. Shen Sirong only blamed himself for never practicing martial arts and couldn't help her now.

"Who are you? Why did you kill me?" Shen Sirong asked the leading man in black.

The man replied while talking to Hanxiang, "I killed people for no reason. Someone paid you to die, so I took you for the king of hell."

"Money? I can also give it to you, as long as you stop now." Shen Sirong saw that Hanxiang was no match for this person, so he wanted to speak to distract this person's attention.

"Hmm, two masters are not allowed in a deal."

As soon as his words fell, Han Xiang let go of his hand to protect Shen Sirong. There was a sudden sound in the air, and the smoke suddenly spread. Han Xiang took a breath and took Shen Sirong several ups and downs into the forest next to the official road.

I don't know how far she had run, so Hanxiang let go of her and sat down weakly against a big tree in the sky. As soon as Shen Sirong stood down, he squatted down to check Han Xiang's injury.

Han Xiang stopped her, and her pale face and dark lips showed that she was seriously injured.

"Where the hell are you hurt? Let me see." Shen Sirong was very anxious, and her voice was hoarse and choked. With his head down, the tears dripped directly on the back of Hanxiang's hand.

Hanxiang's hand was burned. She tried to open her eyes, but she really didn't have the strength: "Pull it out for me." With that, Hanxiang half turned her sideways, and her back was already blood red, with a star-shaped dart under her right shoulder.

After Shen Sirong was stunned, he closed his eyes and touched the cold iron dart with a force, and the dart came out with cold flesh and blood.

"Ah..." The soft cry fell on Shen Sirong's ear, and she squeezed her lips and threw away the things in her hand. He took out the veil in his arms and pressed it on the wound.

"Ah..." Another cry, accompanied by the sound of broken clothing.

The situation in front of her made Shen Sirong open her mouth slightly. Han Xiang seemed to grow up suddenly, and her whole body stretched out, breaking her clothes. The strangest thing was that even her face was changing. The originally beautiful face became resolute, and the facial features expanded, which seemed strange.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Shen Sirong would never believe that this was the cold fragrance that had been with her. She was stunned by the situation in front of her until Hanxiang's mouth came out again.

"Han Xiang, how are you?"