Qin Peng didn't say anything. She just looked at the person in front of her quietly, breathing heavily and trying to calm herself down.

The man in front of her was angular and only a few inches away from her. Sweat dripped down his forehead and onto his neck, bringing a fatal sexiness.

This was Qin Shuhuai whom she rarely saw.

As an adult, this man had the nature of a wolf in his bones, but he was afraid of scaring her, so whenever he saw her, he would always carefully retract his claws and fangs, being so gentle that people could not sense any killing power.

But a wolf is still a wolf after all, and once you touch his bottom line, his claws will still be sharp.

"What is your bottom line?" Qin Peng looked at him calmly.

"Don't leave me."

Qin Shuhuai's voice trembled: "You can stay single and be the eldest princess forever, but I can only be by your side."

"Hasn't it always been like this?" Qin Peng smiled slowly, with bitterness in his eyes: "In the past and now, I have never been able to leave you, what else do you have to worry about?"

"Where's Zhao Yu?"

Qin Shuhuai said coldly: "What if it was Zhao Yu who asked you to go back?"

"Shuhuai," Qin Peng sighed, "He is my brother."

"So what?"

Qin Shuhuai pressed her: "Even if it's your brother, he can still take you away. Do you believe that if you go to Beiyan now, you will never be able to return to Qi in this life?"

"Ayu is not that kind of person."

Qin Peng softened his voice: "I know you have never liked him, but he is really not what you think."

Qin Shuhuai was speechless.

He couldn't say it.

How could he tell Qin Peng that her crazy brother had put her body in his imperial tomb?

He didn't want Qin Peng to notice Zhao Yu's subtle feelings. He would rather she always treat that man as her own brother and never think too much about it.

Moreover, even if he really said it, she might just say it to him casually. There must be a misunderstanding. Zhao Yu is not that kind of person.

His expression remained unchanged. Qin Peng looked at his complicated expression, reached out his hand, put it around his neck, and whispered, "You... just think too much."

Qin Shuhuai said nothing, he lowered his eyes.

When this person took the initiative to hug him, he instantly lost his temper.

In fact, he never asked for much. As long as she took the initiative to respond a little, he would be willing to give her his whole heart.

"Um."

He said no more, and his hostility was suppressed. He was like a big dog whose fur had been smoothed, with his head down and no words.

Qin Peng couldn't help laughing and raised his hand to ruffle his hair. Qin Shuhuai frowned, not quite understanding: "Why are you ruffling my hair?"

"Rub your dog's head!"

Qin Peng laughed out loud. Qin Shuhuai was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help laughing. He bent down, lowered his head, and rubbed his head over.

"What are you doing?" Qin Peng was confused by his actions. Qin Shuhuai looked up at her with a gentle look in his eyes: "I'll rub it for you."

Qin Peng felt warm at heart because of his action. She held his face and kissed him vigorously.

This was an unexpected action for Qin Shuhuai. He thought she was just rubbing his head, but he didn't expect that she actually kissed him.

He felt somewhat happy in his heart, thinking that this person's action was some kind of signal, suggesting a change in the relationship.

He didn't know why, nor did he understand the reason. He felt a little excited and opened his mouth to say, "Peng Peng..."

Before he could finish his words, the sound of a flute suddenly rang out in the forest. Soon, a bird was startled, and dozens of hidden arrows suddenly came from the dense forest!

Qin Shuhuai pulled Qin Peng behind him, rolled up the arrow with his wide sleeves, and shouted, "Zhao Yi!"

There was no response, and no secret guards appeared. These people had already secretly dealt with Qin Shuhuai's people just now.

There was a steady sound of flute in the distance. Qin Shuhuai threw a flare into the sky, then pulled Qin Peng and rushed out of the forest. However, a dozen sword lights came straight towards the two of them. Qin Peng's long silk rolled out from his sleeves, and Qin Shuhuai drew his sword and rushed towards the dozen killers.

Those dozen people seemed to have been trained for many years. Individually, they were no match for Qin Shuhuai and Qin Peng, but when they worked together, they fought to a draw.

The sound of the flute came closer and closer, and Qin Peng felt that the air seemed to be filled with a sense of dampness after the rain.

She suddenly reacted: "Hold your breath!"

However, Qin Shuhuai was entangled with that group of people at that time and had no time to react. At this moment, Qin Shuhuai felt his body go limp. He quickly retreated with the sword in his hand and said to Qin Peng, "Let's go!"

Qin Peng supported Qin Shuhuai and ran into the dense forest. At the same time, he supported Qin Shuhuai, took out a bottle of pills, fed one to Qin Shuhuai and one to himself.

Qin Shuhuai was breathing softly, his body was a little numb. Qin Peng saw that the situation was not good, so he simply threw Qin Shuhuai aside and went towards the killer!

Her long silk ribbon was entangled on the branches, and she was moving quickly in the woods. The other party actually ignored Qin Shuhuai and chased after Qin Peng directly!

Qin Peng immediately realized that this group of people were targeting him.

She gritted her teeth and simply ran away in the opposite direction of Qin Shuhuai.

The poison took effect in Qin Shuhuai's body, and his whole body was numb. Qin Peng had just given him medicine to inhibit the toxin, but the poison was obviously too strong, and the medicine had no effect for a while.

The place where Qin Peng threw him was extremely secluded. He was covered by the bushes. He kept adjusting his breathing, opening and closing his palms, trying to recover as quickly as possible.

At this time, someone came over from the side. He used his flute to push aside the grass and saw Qin Shuhuai lying inside.

"Poisoned?"

Under the moonlight, there is Zhao Yu's smiling face.

He was still wearing Yan Gui's mask, but his eyes were full of Zhao Yu's unique vixen. Qin Shuhuai said nothing, holding the sword behind him, always looking for the right opportunity to strike Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu saw what he was doing and said gently, "Don't be nervous. I'm not here to kill you. If I kill you, you can see my sister earlier than me. I won't kill you."

Qin Shuhuai didn't say anything, his tongue was still a little stiff. Zhao Yu seemed to know it, sitting cross-legged beside him, sighing and saying, "Is that the eldest princess Qin Peng? I saw her, she is really good-looking, with some of the style of the elder sister. But Qin Shuhuai, you may have forgotten your identity, right?"

Zhao Yu turned around with a smile, approached him and said, "Sister likes you, you are hers, and you will be hers for the rest of your life!"

"I can understand Jiang Yi and Dong Wanyi. You are seeking revenge, so that can be forgiven. But what about Qin Peng?"

Zhao Yu pointed the flute at Qin Shuhuai's chest: "You've fallen in love with someone else, haven't you?"

As he spoke, Zhao Yu pressed down his flute, and blood oozed from Qin Shuhuai's chest. The pain made Qin Shuhuai sober up a little. Zhao Yu looked regretful: "What a pity, I don't want you to see your sister earlier than me, otherwise I would have sent you on your way."

"Qin...Peng..."

Qin Shuhuai had a hard time speaking. His tongue was numb and he couldn't make a complete sound. Zhao Yu curled his lips and said, "Why, are you still thinking about her?"

"It's okay," he said softly, "you won't be able to see her in a moment."

Qin Shuhuai clenched the sword in his hand, and his whole body trembled slightly with fear.

He couldn't afford to lose that person again.

No matter what the cost, he couldn't lose that person again.

Zhao Yu put away the flute, looked up at the sky, and said helplessly: "This princess must have put a lot of effort into seducing you, right? She knows the songs from the Northern Yan court. Did you teach her? Or did she learn it on her own initiative? Oh, she also knows the ones for the battlefield. Did you teach her too?"

"Yes...your sister..."

Qin Shuhuai struggled to speak, his voice was intermittent. Zhao Yu was slightly stunned, a little confused: "What did you say?"

"Qin...your sister..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yu's expression changed drastically.

He reacted suddenly, grabbed Qin Shuhuai by the collar, and yelled: "Qin Peng is my sister?!"

"right……"

Zhao Yu pushed Qin Shuhuai away and chased after Qin Peng.

Qin Shuhuai collapsed in the bushes, constantly adjusting his breathing and using his internal organs to rupture acupuncture points and meridians. After a long time, he was finally able to move, and immediately staggered to his feet and chased after Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu followed the trail and chased after him. At this time, Qin Peng had been surrounded by the group of killers.

She held a long silk scar in her hand and had wounds on her body. These killers were lurking in the dark, waiting for her to show a flaw and give her a fatal blow. Qin Peng panted softly, alert to her surroundings, sweat dripping from her forehead. She maintained a vigilant posture and did not move.

Her patience made the killer a little anxious, but both sides were still very patient. Qin Peng felt a little dizzy due to blood loss, and sweat dripped down and smudged on her eyelashes, and her figure swayed slightly.

At that moment, swords came out from all directions! Qin Peng swung out with a long silk ribbon, which caught the wrists of several people and then swung it away.

However, she still missed a few people, so she only felt the sword wind rushing towards her. Qin Peng rushed to the side. At this time, a hurried voice suddenly rang out: "Stop! Stop it!"

But at this time the sword could no longer be stopped, and Qin Peng also retreated. No one dared to stop at this time, and this was already a moment of life and death.

Qin Peng was ready to fight to the death, but suddenly a strong force rushed over, pushed her away, and hit her against the tree.

The man was protecting her, and the sword pierced through his body. Qin Peng looked up blankly, completely unaware of what was happening.

Zhao Yu didn't say anything. He looked down at the person sitting on the ground and saw his blood flowing along the sword tip onto her face.

He reached out his trembling hand and stroked her cheek.

"Sister..." He said hoarsely, "Is it you?"

The voice was strange yet familiar, and had appeared in Qin Peng's dreams many times.

When she left, he was still a teenager and his voice had not fully grown. Now he has retained that voice, but it has become a little hoarse, like a fully grown man, making it impossible to think of him as a teenager anymore.

Blood dripped down her face. She looked at the person who was protecting her in disbelief, her eyes widened: "Ayu?"