Chapter 221: Breathing

The moonlight is bright.

The stars are shining.

However, no one had time to appreciate the beautiful night.

Under the cover of night, on the water and between the eaves, swords flashed and blood rained down. One figure after another fell into the water, dyeing the reflected starry sky scarlet.

Feng Qingsui rowed the boat, carrying Wuhua, towards a black-sailed boat that was escorted by four or five rebel boats.

There were constant attacks from rebels along the way, but they were all killed three feet away from the ship by Wuhua, each with a hidden weapon.

Ji Changqing, along with Yan Chi, Zhu Ying and others, led other boats and went around in front of the small boats and black-sailed boats, blocking their way.

Seeing that there was nowhere to escape, the rebels on the small boat jumped towards Ji Changqing and others, fighting to the death.

These people's skills are far superior to those of other rebels, and every move they make is deadly.

Obviously a death squad.

Could it be that the rebel commander is really Zhao Bixiang?

Feng Qingsui turned his gaze towards the black-sailed boat. The person sitting under the awning was hidden in the shadows and his face could not be seen clearly.

The next moment, two of the rebels standing in the middle of the peng boat suddenly jumped out, stepped on other boats and rushed towards the small boat where she was.

Wuhua threw his hidden weapon but missed.

Had to fight with them.

Feng Qingsui took a look at the battle situation and knew that these two people were no match for Wuhua, so he continued to row the boat towards the black-sailed boat.

During the fight, Ji Changqing glanced at her and his right eyelid twitched.

This guy is really...he goes wherever there is danger.

He doesn't care about his life when it comes to revenge.

He quickly dealt with the rebels in front of him and rowed the boat to chase after them.

The two remaining rebels on the wupeng boat saw the two boats approaching and fired arrows at them. Feng Qingsui dodged them and grabbed a spray gun that had been filled with medicine. He sucked water and sprayed it at the wupeng boat.

The two rebels instinctively jumped up and dodged.

Ji Changqing seized the opportunity, leaped forward and released an arrow from his sleeve.

The arrowheads of the sleeve arrows are all smeared with a deadly poison that kills instantly upon contact with blood.

The two rebels were hit by the hidden arrows and fell to the ground in an instant due to suffocation.

At the same time, a black shadow emerged from the black tent, waving a short blade and killing Ji Changqing.

Ji Changqing dodged by rolling backwards.

Wuhua, who had just dealt with the rebels, flew up and kicked the black shadow, kicking it back into the black-sailed boat.

The ship sank heavily.

Ji Changqing happened to land on the black-covered boat, and with a wave of his sword, he ended the other person's life.

"Is it Zhao Bixiang?"

Feng Qingsui rowed the boat closer to the black-sailed boat and asked impatiently.

Ji Changqing dragged the man to the side of the boat and said in a deep voice, "Look for yourself."

Feng Qingsui lit the torch with a tinder, moved closer to the man's face and looked at it carefully.

She had only met Zhao Bixiang twice, but his appearance had already been deeply imprinted in her mind.

This person's face shape and facial features were extremely similar to Zhao Bixiang's, but his brow bones were slightly higher. She reached out and touched the person's eyebrows and felt a slight unevenness.

I pinched the uneven spot and tore it hard, and the whole eyebrow was lifted up - it turned out that it was pasted on.

She sighed.

Throw away the eyebrows in your hand.

"It's actually a stand-in." She frowned. "Zhao Bixiang had his stand-in lead the Chengtian Army to stir up trouble in Hezhou. Where did he go?"

"Maybe he went to the capital."

Ji Changqing said in a deep voice.

"The rain hasn't been regular this year. Floods are raging in the south of the Yangtze River, and drought is severe in the northwest. Beizhou and Ganzhou haven't had a drop of rain this summer. The land is parched and cracked, and locusts are everywhere. The people can't pay their summer taxes, so some are fleeing famine, and some are joining the bandits. The situation has been extremely chaotic lately."

"I received news two days ago that a large number of people from North and Gansu provinces gathered and headed south. Although they did not raise the banner of rebellion, they looted counties along the way, acting just like rebels."

Feng Qingsui: “…”

Is the Zhao family's luck over?

Her heart skipped a beat when she thought of her master trapped in the harem.

We must return to the capital as soon as possible, otherwise if the capital is captured by the rebels, Master’s situation will be in danger.

There are also Qi, Aunt Xu, Dahei, Juanmao, Sanhuang...

Before she knew it, she had so many ties in the capital.

"It's better for the world to be more peaceful."

She sighed softly.

Even though she disliked the Zhao royal family, she wished they would be overthrown immediately.

"After adversity comes good times."

Ji Changqing comforted.

"There will be a day of peace."

The fighting was over, and all the rebels were dead. Seeing that the soldiers were exhausted, Ji Changqing ordered: "Rest for two hours, and then return to Liang County."

"Thank you, sir!"

The soldiers rowed the boat to a nearby eaves, climbed up, lay on their backs, and fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

Feng Qingsui was also a little sleepy. She was afraid that she would fall into the water if she turned over while sleeping on the roof. Seeing that the black-sailed boat was quite spacious, she pushed the two parts of the black sail together and rested in the cabin with Wuhua.

Ji Changqing did not go up to the roof either, but took a nap on a small boat next to the black-sailed boat.

Yan Chi and Zhu Ying took turns to keep watch at night.

When the night was dark, Wuhua suddenly opened his eyes in the black-sailed boat, grabbed the bamboo whistle around his neck, and blew it hard.

Feng Qingsui woke up in shock.

Immediately turned over and sat up.

"Someone is swimming towards us from underwater." Wuhua said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the bottom of the cabin was hit hard. With a "crack", the plank cracked and water gushed out.

Wuhua opened the black sail and was about to fly to the eaves with Feng Qingsui when two black shadows broke out of the water and rushed towards him with iron whips like poisonous pythons.

She had to deal with the assassin first.

Ji Changqing and others were also attacked.

The moves of these assassins were even more fierce than those of the rebels who had previously protected Zhao Bixiang's substitute.

Feng Qingsui's heart sank.

Could this be an assassin arranged by the emperor?

The next moment, another dark figure emerged from the water and attacked her, and she jumped into the water.

It was pitch black underwater, with only a few firelights reflected on the water surface. She opened her eyes for a moment to adjust, and caught sight of the assassin swimming towards her. She grabbed with her hands and pretended to drown.

The assassin swung the whip, wrapped it around her waist, and pulled her over.

With his other hand, he held the dagger and stabbed it into her chest.

She grabbed the whip, turned over suddenly, and shot out a hidden arrow. The assassin was caught off guard and hit in the shoulder. He froze for a moment and then fell.

She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to float up when her right calf suddenly spasmed and twitched.

“…”

I actually got cramps.

She endured the pain, curled up, grabbed the soles of her feet and bent them forward.

After a dozen or so breaths, the spasms gradually eased.

For fear of cramping again, she relaxed her limbs, stretched naturally in the water, and let the buoyancy carry her upwards.

Halfway up, she heard a sound of someone falling into the water and a dark shadow swam towards her.

She thought it was an assassin, her body suddenly tensed up and she sank straight down. Before she could move, a black shadow flashed before her eyes.

A familiar face came into view.

Although it was against the light and she couldn't see clearly, she already recognized that it was Ji Changqing.

After Ji Changqing approached her, he held her waist with one hand and pinched her nose with the other, then covered her lips and breathed in.

Feng Qingsui: “???”

She was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

She wanted to push him away to show that she was fine, but unexpectedly, he held her even tighter - probably because he thought she was struggling.

She reached out and squeezed his neck.

Ji Changqing finally understood and let her go.