King Li?!

Qin Ye was stunned for a moment, looking at the man in front of him, stunned for a moment.

It turned out that he was the abandoned fifth prince, Zong Zhengli, who was born to a palace maid of low status, was disliked by the emperor since childhood, and was engaged to Qin Jiaojiao.

It’s actually him!

Before, after listening to people's discussions and Yue'er's mention of him, she was still wondering what kind of person this Prince Li was. She didn't expect that they had known each other for a long time.

"Princess, are you okay?"

Han Feng's worried questioning brought Qin Ye back to her senses, and she immediately stepped out of the man's arms:

"I didn't...hiss!"

My ankle hurts.

"Don't move!" The man put his hand on her shoulder, forced her to sit on the grass, and lifted up her skirt.

The right ankle was red.

"It should be that the hemp rope of the trap was scratched."

The woman had been raised in seclusion since she was a child, and her skin was delicate and white. The rope rubbed against her and broke her skin, oozing out a faint trace of blood.

The man immediately took out a white silk handkerchief from his arms, wrapped it around her ankles, wrapped it twice, and gently tied a knot.

This handkerchief...

Qin Ye recognized it at a glance:

At the beginning, on the night of the celebration banquet, when he first met him, he accidentally contradicted the prince and was humiliated by the prince.

The scalding tea hit his arm, and the sharp porcelain pieces cut him.

At that time, she used this handkerchief to bandage his wounds.

This is her handkerchief!

He actually carried it with him all the time?

he……

Zong Zhengli tied the knot, then raised his eyes casually and met the woman's speculative gaze, and his heart suddenly sank.

In an instant, the hand that touched the woman's ankle felt like it was a hot potato and hastily withdrew its gaze:

"Princess Chen, you... this is just a minor injury, it's nothing serious. Prince Chen is in the valley, you guys should go in quickly."

The word "King Chen" grabbed Qin Ye's attention.

He stood up quickly: "Hurry."

"Princess," Han Feng strode forward, holding the woman's arm, and the two of them limped into the valley.

Zong Zhengli looked at the slender back of the woman. The big hand hanging on her waist was burning hot. He seemed to be able to feel the woman's smooth skin and the fine touch...

Faintly, it seemed as if I had returned to the night when we first met in the palace:

'You are hurt!'

'Don't get close to me. Anyone who gets close to me will be in trouble.'

"What do you mean by luck or misfortune? Are you the reincarnation of a god? Can you control other people's joys and sorrows? Bandage it up. Remember, don't touch water..."

She was the first person willing to approach him...

Deep forests and valleys.

A few unknown birds flapped their wings and flew by, and their clear calls pierced the air and echoed in the valley.

Passing through the piles of corpses outside the valley, we entered the outside of the valley. The green mountains and clear waters, the natural scenery, were pleasant and soothing, the air was quiet, and it felt like a paradise.

Walking inward along the traces of trampled grass, you can see a small wooden house in the distance.

Quicken your pace and hurry there.

Before getting close, the air in an unknown place suddenly vibrated.

call out--

murderous look!

Qin Ye's footsteps sank, and he looked towards a certain place keenly. At the same time, the man's deep voice said:

"It's mine."

As soon as the words fell, the murderous intent that was pressing on Qin Ye's face dissipated. An invisible wind blew up the strands of hair on her temples. The July sky was as cold as ice.

She lowered her eyes and saw a silver needle as thin as a hair falling on the tip of her shoe, with the tip of the needle emitting a sinister and cold light.

It is not difficult to imagine that if this needle pierced her forehead, it would be fatal...

Qin Ye calmly suppressed the strange look in his eyes and looked up.

Zong Zhengchen!

The simple wooden house is located in a sunny position in the valley, facing south and with fresh air. Many medicinal herbs are planted in the small courtyard surrounded by a fence. Zong Zhengchen is standing in the center of the courtyard, and on the three steps in front of the house, a low table is placed, and an old figure is sitting.

It was a skinny old man!

His hair was messy and gray, the wrinkles on his face were soft and drooping, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and he was wearing a black coat that was loose and could not be held up. The exposed skin was so thin that he looked like a walking skeleton.

Those cloudy eyes were looking at Qin Ye sinisterly.

His back was hunched, but his head was raised, his eyelids were rolled up, and his facial expression was very strange:

"Boy, are you here just for this girl?"