Chapter 3 Wedding Night

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Unfortunately, at that time, Han You's thoughts were staggering and anxious. She didn't understand the real meaning of her father's deep pupils. She thought that he was just reminding herself to forget Duguhong. In the near future, when she really understood what "abandoned it" was, she often shuddered when she recalled this moment. Under the guidance of two people in black, Han You and Yan Zhi turned into the back hall of the ancient temple and never thought that it was a scribbled bridal chamber.

I don't know where these people found a simple bed, with a few red rags on it, and they have the right to be happy.

The red candle just lit on the side of the bed is reflected in the half-chen de bronze mirror on the opposite side, just like a little rouge that is about to melt, leaving a bright mark in the room, reflecting on the human face, half dark and half bright.

"Young master, uncle, please take a rest and tell me if you need anything." The two withdrew and went to the door.

"Yan..." Han You's voice did not finish, and the tall and steady body of the person next to her was actually weighed down. Her center of gravity was unstable. As Yan Zhi fell down, the wooden couch made a "squeak". Han You thought: Such a movement, even if it died the next moment, she would never be surprised.

But what's the situation now?

The wooden couch was safe, and Han You himself was about to suffocate. He pushed the person lying on his body and did not move.

Just now, she thought that Yan Zhi was going to discuss a big escape plan with her, and even hid her joy when she fell down.

"Hey..." Han You whispered, and Yan Zhi ignored it.

"Yan Zhi..." pushed a few times and finally found something wrong. Han You spread out his warm-wet palm, which was dark red and shocking.

Suddenly saved the conversation I heard when I faked death

'We have lost dozens and failed to capture them, but he was also seriously injured and must not have escaped far...'

The night was silent. Han You clung to his weak pulse, but he could only listen to his heartbeat and thunder in a trance,

His forehead was really hot. If it hadn't been for his shallow breath blowing on his neck from time to time, Han You almost thought he had already...

Calm down, calm down... Han You kept saying to himself.

Looking at the man in front of him, the Yinglang's outline faded away from the timid brilliance; his eyes were closed, covering the ordinary sharp wisdom; his cheeks were hot and red, and his honey-colored skin after the wind and frost seemed to have a layer of enchanting white.

Afraid of shocking people outside, Han You took the best to move out from under him. This time, Yan Zhi finally gave her a star reaction. He opened one eye slightly and was out of focus, but silently spit out a sentence in the direction of Han You: "Wait... go."

"What did you say?" Han You came to him anxiously.

Unfortunate, there was no response, and he lost his mind again.

Touching to the waist, that was the thing that Yanzhi quietly stuffed for her when she first worshipped the hall. If the words he wrote in his palm at that time were correct, the silk paper wrapped in the legendary eclipse. He asked Han Youyao to pour the monitor and then ran away?

Han You carefully untied his robe, but the material had been condensed by a semi-dry blood clot. With a little force, the blood scab cracked, blood gushed out and kept flowing, and the heavy wetness spread rapidly on his dark clothes.

She dared not move, and her hand holding Yan Zhi's skirt was stiff and numb.

Just when she was at a loss, a rough and worn hand covered the back of her hand and took advantage of her mind.

The sound of tearing clothing can't cover the painful hum,

"What's the matter?" Someone broke in.

Almost at the same time, Yan Zhi rolled to the outside of the bed and covered Han You firmly under him.

"Roll..." The low male voice buzzed above his head with a trace of forbearance.

"Ah, ah, damn little..."

Han You's eyes were completely covered by Yan Zhi and couldn't help shouting, "You just get out of here!" As he said, he grabbed a robe and threw it at him. He turned around with his backhand. The robe was thrown away, but it did not fall to the ground, as if it had been covered by the person.

"Ah, calm your anger, calm your anger..." Then, the door was rushed up.

"I didn't expect that the God of War is also..."

"The God of War is not a man, and the hero is sad about the beauty!"

"Haha, also..."

It was not until the obscene laughter was gradually annihilated by the night that Yan Zhi turned her body slightly and let Han You come out.

"Are you all right?" Han You asked silently.

"As you can see!" Yan Zhi sat up with a bitter smile and tapped a few times on his body before looking up at me and gently opened his lips: "You were just too anxious to waste the ecze so quickly. There are only two people!"

Yes, Han You has just put part of the eclipse in that dress.

"Isn't it still there? By the way, I only put a little, and the effect of the medicine will be delayed for some time..." Han You suddenly forgot to close his mouth. With the uncertain candlelight, the wound on his body was facing him. An arrow was inserted in his chest with only the end outside. The flesh and flesh near the wound rolled up, and the collapse was hidden. See the bones.

"Anyway, there is not much time..." Yan Zhi smelled a little blood with her fingertips: "The situation is not bad, as long as the poison does not attack for the time being."

After his words, Han You found that the redness of his fingertips was not pure, but a clear cyan.

"You are so seriously injured. Have you been supporting it with internal force just now?"

He stopped responding and sat cross-legged on the couch to mobilize his true spirit.

After a long time, she recovered her skills. Yan Zhi slowly opened her eyes, and her pupils were not cloudy: "Don't worry, I will take you out safely anyway."

"What exactly do you have?"

"So, according to you, what is the value of a 'dead' princess Chang'an?" He did not answer the rhetorical question and calmly faced Han You's questioning eyes.

Why did he insist on marrying me at all costs?

Is it for a promise to the emperor's uncle?

Or, is it also for the mysterious national vein?

Han You hasn't thought about it yet, "Oh..." There were two dull voices outside the door.

"It's done!" She rushed to the gate.

The hand was dragged, but when she saw that Yan Zhi quickly extinguished the fire and removed the candlestick, she turned around and stood on the side of the door. The next moment, the wooden door was knocked open.

"Ephrexic..." While the two words sounded in his ear, the powder in Han You's hand had been sprinkled out.

Several people blocked at the door first covered their faces and dodged, and then found that there was nothing unusual. The blade in their hands rushed over.

Surrounded by a dark area, Han You was hidden behind him. With his left and right, he used the candlestick as a sword, but he could not use it because of his injured arm, and the dead man's kung fu that came in was obviously not weak. Several rounds and forth, the two sides actually couldn't stand each other. My eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, watching more and more people coming in, less and less powder in my hand, and Yan Zhi's movements became slower and slower...

When he was anxious, Han You's mind suddenly turned around: In such a fierce battle, is my obvious drag actually a little okay?

For what Ying Zheng thought, when Yan Zhi was distracted, she deliberately met the other party's sharp blade. Sure enough, the murderous blade stopped abruptly when it met her and brushed her side with a little panic.

Yan Zhi glanced at Han You anxiously, but Han You blinked and stepped in front of him.

"Crazy, you..." He roared, blocking the offensive while dragging Han You behind him.

Unfortunately, he was powerless and Han You couldn't help it at all. When the man in black saw them, he did not dare to act rashly for a moment. The offensive was obviously slow. This delay... He only heard the continuous sound of flesh-body falling to the ground, and the man in black lay down inside and outside the house.

I took a long breath and patted Yan Zhi: "Although your drug has a poor time effect, it is not bad. If you hadn't taken the medicine before..."

Han You patted her hand: "Is that what you want to die?"

The vicious tone scared Han You. This man spent his life in vain. How could he be so stupid at this time?

Unable to explain, Han You hurriedly bent down to take off the clothes of the man in black and greeted Yan Zhi: "Come on, come on, let's change our clothes!"

He didn't ask more questions. He changed a black coat with Han You, and then kicked the man in black who took off his coat under the bed.

Near midnight, there was deep darkness everywhere. Two hurried deadmen ran out of the ancient temple and bumped into a row of men in black patrolling. Therefore, the two incoherently compared with the comers: "It's wrong, the young master..."

"What's the matter?" The man in black who asked was the leader who had stood in the Xuanhua bush before. He waved his hand and led everyone to the back hall of the temple. When he came, he did not forget to turn around and ordered the two to run out to report: "Go and report to the Lord quickly."

The two responded to each other and ran out quickly.

Of course, these two hurried dead men are Han Youyanzhi. I didn't expect it to be so smooth, as if they were prepared in advance, and there was even a horse tied at the gate of the temple.

was hesitant, but was pushed up by Yan Zhi.

"It's a journey to walk!" He said.