Ye Fan ran all the way to the street outside the Marquis' Mansion, with Wushuang and the two guards of the Marquis' Mansion still chasing him closely.
Ye Wanqing happened to be walking Murong Yan out of the door. "Your Highness, you should rest well and recover from your injuries. I will come to the East Palace to see you in a few days."
Murong Yan had a gentle smile on his face. "Okay, Qingqing, you have to take good care of your injuries. If you miss me, send someone to let me know. I promise to show up in front of you right away."
"Stop being so conceited. Who would miss you?"
Before the two of them could exchange pleasantries, Wushuang shouted from behind, "Your Highness, stop him! He's trying to assassinate my master."
The two looked towards the noisy street in the direction of the sound, and saw a man in a gauze hat with blood on his chest rushing towards them.
Behind him were Liu Zhang's guard Wushuang and two guards from the Marquis' Mansion.
Mu Yunjin, who had been hiding in the shadows, quickly rushed out and started fighting with the man. His light gauze hat fluttered in the wind. Ye Wanqing spotted his face with her sharp eyes and exclaimed softly, "It's Brother Ye Fan."
Wushuang and two guards also rushed up quickly, and the four of them started fighting with him.
"Your Highness." Seeing four people surrounding Ye Fan, who had no weapons in his hands, Ye Wanqing immediately became anxious. She nervously grabbed Murong Yan's arm and asked, "Will they hurt Brother Ye Fan?"
Murong Yan was also very anxious. He was injured and couldn't go up to intervene.
He was afraid that Ye Wanqing would impulsively go over to help, so he held her tightly to prevent her from going forward.
Ye Fan had no weapons and it was very difficult for him to fight against four people at the same time. He gradually fell into a disadvantage and was hit on the arm by Mu Yunjin's weapon. He staggered back a few steps.
Just as the tip of the Thousand Blade Ruler was about to strike Ye Fan's chest, an exquisite iron fan flew out from the crowd, knocking Mu Yunjin's Thousand Blade Ruler off balance. The ruler then made a graceful arc in mid-air and flew back into the delicate hand of a woman wearing a thin gold chain bracelet.
"In broad daylight, so many people bully an unarmed person. Isn't that too arrogant?" The owner of the white hand had a clear and sweet voice, like a bay of clear spring water.
Ye Wanqing looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person coming was wearing a black, wide-sleeved flowing fairy skirt with silver embroidery. The pleated waistband of the skirt outlined her graceful figure, and the black fabric with silver embroidery made her skin look particularly white.
She wore a smoky black veil with a beaded necklace, and her inky black hair was half tied up and half hanging down. Her soft bangs naturally fell on both sides of her beautiful peach blossom eyes, slightly covering her slender black eyebrows.
Just by looking at her elegant manners, one could tell that she was a lady from an aristocratic family. Even the pearl necklace and veil could not hide her nobleness.
Ye Wanqing was slightly puzzled. She had never seen this young lady in the capital, but the iron fan in her hand looked very familiar.
The man took the black hollow iron folding fan and opened it with a swish. He then took Ye Fan's arm and straightened his leaning body.
"Ning'er, help me." The sweet voice called out softly.
"Okay, Miss." A woman in black quickly pushed through the crowd and rushed over. She raised her arm and quickly blocked Mu Yunjin's Thousand Blade Ruler.
"There are helpers." Wushuang was stunned, then he took a stance and attacked the girl with the folding fan.
"Hmph, this female hero can't stand you guys bullying the weak with your numbers." The girl with the folding fan opened the fine iron fan in her hand and attacked Wushuang. The two fought back and forth, and the weapons collided with each other and made a clanging sound.
Fu Yi was about to go out when he heard about the fight and came over, saying unhappily, "What happened?"
Before Murong Yan could open his mouth to explain, Fu Yi had already walked over. He calmly walked to the side of the woman in black who was fighting with Mu Yunjin, and grabbed the back of her collar with one hand.
Fu Yi's movements were so fast that people couldn't see how he made his moves. By the time people reacted, the woman in black had already been subdued to the ground by him by stepping on her shoulders.
He said with a hint of displeasure: "Who dares to cause trouble at the door of my mansion?"
Wu Shuang pointed at Ye Fan breathlessly and said, "This man stabbed my Lord Liu. I was chasing him, but these two jumped out to help him."
"What?" Fu Yi was slightly stunned and asked for confirmation: "Your Lord Liu, Liu Zhang?"
Wushuang nodded and said anxiously, "Master, help me catch him quickly and don't let him run away."
Fu Yi threw the man in black to Mu Yunjin and rushed towards Ye Fan.
Ye Fan struggled to block Fu Yi's attacks for a few seconds, but was kicked in the chest by him and staggered back a few steps.
He reacted very quickly. He grabbed the girl with the folding fan who was still fighting with Wushuang and pushed her hard towards Fu Yi who was rushing towards him.
The girl screamed, lost her balance and rushed towards Fu Yi, falling into Fu Yi's arms.
When Fu Yi saw Ye Fan approaching Ye Wanqing, he suddenly became nervous and hurried forward to save his sister, but was thrown into the arms of the girl pushed over by Ye Fan.
The obsidian mask was lifted by the girl's panicked hands, revealing an extremely heroic face that was very similar to Shen Xu.
"Wow~" the girl with the folding fan exclaimed in praise, and then called him, "Ah Xu, my brother."
Fu Yi was slightly stunned. He originally wanted to throw the person in his arms who was in the way to the ground, but when he heard her call him Ah Xu in a sweet voice, he immediately withdrew his hand and supported her falling body.
Ye Fan blocked a few attacks from Wushuang and the two guards from the Marquis' Mansion, then staggered back a few steps.
Ye Wanqing quickly stepped forward to support Ye Fan, who was about to fall to the ground, and whispered, "Brother Ye Fan, run quickly."
Ye Fan looked up at Ye Wanqing in surprise, let go of her arm, and ran into the crowd without looking back.
Ye Wanqing pretended to have a leg injury and bent over to cover the wound, "It hurts so much, help me back home to get treatment."
The two guards from the Marquis' Mansion who were originally chasing Ye Fan stopped immediately and turned back to check Ye Wanqing's injuries.
Murong Yan also ran over, hugged Ye Wanqing, and asked nervously: "How is it? Did he hurt you?"
Ye Wanqing shook her head and felt relieved when she saw Wushuang lost the person and walked back dejectedly.
Fu Yi was about to go over to check on Ye Wanqing's injuries, but was stopped by the girl with the folding fan.
She pulled his arm enthusiastically, her voice sweet and moving, "Ah Xu, I haven't seen you for a year, you have grown so tall."
"Who are you?" Fu Yi calmly put on the mask and wanted to go forward to check Ye Wanqing's injuries.
"You don't remember me, it's me." The girl with the folding fan raised her hand and lowered her eyes to take off the veil with pearl necklace on her face. Her face was rosy and fair, and her beautiful eyes were full of affection.
In her smile, her mouth is as red as a cinnabar and her teeth are as bright as pearls, she is perfect without a single flaw.
Fu Yi couldn't help but stare at that face. That touching smile seemed to have all kinds of magic that made people unable to look away.
The beauty smiled, her tender peach blossom eyes fixed on Fu Yi's face, and she said in a sweet voice, "I am Lin Fuxue, the flying snow falls on the forest, leaving a lingering fragrance.
Or is it the poem you gave me?"
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