Chapter 99: Life on the line
The next day.
The sun, which had just risen, was not yet warm, and the autumn morning was extremely chilly, but Jun Lin was still wearing only a thin blue shirt and a veil on her head. She rode to the left prime minister's residence and watched the man with gentle eyebrows and eyes walk out.
Ming He saw her as soon as he raised his eyes, and hurried to the side of the horse, looking up at the person sitting on the horse: "Have you been waiting for a long time?"
Jun Lin smiled and said, "No, I just got here."
His eyes fell on the thin clothes, and Ming He was worried: "It's cold in the morning, wear more clothes."
She was obviously in a very good mood, and her voice was always full of laughter: "People who practice martial arts have good physiques, not to mention that this internal force makes me feel warm, don't worry."
Ming He was helpless: "It's sad that I became a writer."
Jun Lin raised his eyebrows: "If you want to learn martial arts, I can teach you later."
Ming He smiled with a low voice: "Thank you in advance."
Who doesn’t she teach?
There was Yunyu, little uncle, and Minghe, and that was all she taught except Manchuan.
A world filled with only wounded people has been created!
The two chatted for a while before Ming He opened the curtain and got into the carriage. There was only a servant driving the carriage in front. Jun Lin disagreed: "Bring more people. What if the road is unsafe?"
Minghe opened the curtain and chatted with her: "This matter should not be made public."
This time he was going to General Wu's mansion to persuade him. It would be bad if the news leaked to the enemy, as there would be many gossips among the crowd, so he chose a servant whom he trusted.
The wheels of the carriage rolled slowly. Jun Lin glanced at the servant in front of him. The servant's eyes trembled, and he didn't know whether he recognized Jun Lin's identity and was frightened.
Jun Lin rode her horse beside the carriage and chatted with Ming He for a long time. Ming He looked at her sitting high on the horse with a high-spirited look, and his heart suddenly softened.
General Wu Lao lived in a remote place, and the road ahead was not easy to walk on. There was a small path on the right, and a cliff at the end of the left. One had to walk straight to the front and pass through the town to reach the place.
Soon the car came to a fork in the road. Minghe needed to go forward, while Junlin had to go right.
She pulled the reins, and the horse raised its front hooves and let out a long "clap".
The emperor, wearing a veil, said goodbye to him: "Your safety is the most important. If we can't reach an agreement, we will withdraw."
Ming He's eyes were gentle: "Okay."
After he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence. Jun Lin looked at him in confusion. He said softly, "You go first."
She understood, nodded, and instructed the servant: "Take good care of your master."
Perhaps he was startled by her sudden speech to the servant, and he reacted quickly.
Jun Lin gave the horse a nudge and the horse galloped to the right. She raised her hand and waved goodbye. Only when the figure was completely out of sight did he lower the curtain and sigh, "Let's go."
The carriage moved very fast, and the unexpected left turn caused the carriage to shake violently. He didn't sit still and bumped into the wall. Ming He shouted, "What's wrong?"
No one paid any attention to him; the horse was already neighing and rushing to the left like a madman.
The speed and bumps were frightening, Minghe's heart suddenly sank, he opened the window curtains, and the cliff at the end was getting closer and closer.
The wind was strong and the carriage was shaking violently. The fear of death was like a sudden tide that roared and swallowed him.
His hands were shaking, and he stumbled towards the door to jump out of the car, but suddenly there was a sound as if a dagger had pierced the horse's thigh from a distance. The horse neighed loudly, staggered, and fell to the ground. Because of the high speed, the horse and the car were separated. It was obvious that someone had tampered with it in the morning.
It was this sudden change that caused his body to bump into each other all over and he groaned in pain. He was thrown into the innermost part and could not escape.
His black hair was disheveled, his body was covered in bruises and purples, his eyes were red and he gritted his teeth as he desperately threw himself towards the sun.
You can't die.
How can I die?
I haven't seen the day when she will rule the world.
Obviously, there is still a long way to go without accompanying her.
“…”
The carriage fell backwards, and there was a cliff.
He just saw the blue sky through the corner of the raised curtain, without a trace of haze.
The feeling of weightlessness came over me suddenly, and the carriage floated into the air.
The man's long eyelashes trembled, and there was rarely any expression on his face.
I never expected that Minghe's life would end in such a ridiculous way.
Unreconciled.
But those clear eyes slowly closed as if resigned to their fate.
The hand reaching for the car door gradually dropped.
“Minghe——”
The shrill cry was like someone tearing out his heart and scraping his bones. It was so painful that he woke up suddenly. His eyes opened suddenly and he desperately reached out to the car door.
"The head of the family..."
A blinding light struck, and the carriage fell off a cliff and broke into pieces. He was suspended in the air, looking up blankly at the familiar face.
She came in a hurry, seemingly flying over without a care in the world. Her sleeves were torn, and her fair arms were rubbed bloody by the gravel on the ground.
The blood flowed down her tightly gripped wrist and dripped onto Minghe's face, drop by drop, staining this man who was as handsome as the breeze and the bright moon.
He looked at her bloodshot eyes, and his silver teeth were almost broken by her. Because of the impact, her body leaned forward a little in the air, looking extremely dangerous.
Minghe didn't dare to move.
Dare not breathe.
He just looked at her gently and cherishingly with moist eyes.
He was so afraid that she would fall off the cliff with him, which would be a hundred times more painful than letting him die alone.
Jun Lin was furious, and the finger that was clinging to the edge of the cliff to steady her body was already bleeding. She took a deep breath, gathered all her internal energy, and finally pulled the man up.
She sat on the ground with sweat on her forehead. She didn't care about her own injuries and hurried to support Ming He, asking anxiously: "How are you? Are you injured anywhere? Does it hurt?"
Minghe said nothing, but just opened his arms and held her tightly in his arms.
Jun Lin was startled, and after noticing that the man's whole body was shaking violently, he slowly patted his back and comforted him in a soft voice: "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid..."
She seems to be always so stable. With her around, I won't be afraid even if there is an abyss ahead.
Minghe's throat was so dry that Zhang Ri couldn't utter a sound for several times. His legs became limp and uncontrollable. It was the fear of having just been to the gates of hell.
He was not afraid of death, but once a person has attachment to something, he would never want to leave the world. Now death is extremely scary to him.
He held her tightly for a long time to calm down, then separated a little, cupped her cheek with his cool fingertips, and the crystal tears in his eyes belatedly flowed down her soft facial contours.
"I seem to be getting more and more timid..."
The voice was so hoarse.
"I should be the one asking you if it hurts..."
He lowered his head, his hands trembling as he gently placed them on her bloody arm. His tattered hair obscured his expression, but every movement of his was filled with an extreme sense of brokenness.
Jun Lin actually wanted to smile and comfort him, but in this situation even she couldn't smile.
Her Minghe almost died here.
The murderous intent to destroy the world surged violently in her heart.
How dare these people?!