Not only did she not stop, she also pierced another hairpin into the horse's belly.
The horse under me is enraged and runs as fast as it can!
There were fewer and fewer civilians following behind him, fewer and fewer cries for mercy from his companions, and the enemy's horses were chasing him relentlessly. It was dark, and only the light of the snow allowed him to see the road ahead; then the sky gradually brightened, and his hands became stiff. The hairpin fell from his hand, jingling, and was buried in the snow.
Luo Lingyu lay on the horse's back, breathing weakly.
Her vision was blurry and confused, and many shadows flashed by at the same time.
On the way from Ruyang to Nanyang, Ruyang was raging with flames of war. She vaguely saw her younger self sneaking around, crying and stumbling in the flames of war among the corpses in the city: "Father, mother! Uncle, aunt, auntie, grandpa... where are you all? I'm so scared."
Sometimes, she would be seen holding out her trembling, almost dying little sister from the bucket. The wet nurse was crying that the little girl was dead, and the young Luo Lingyu carried her sister on her back, kneeling down to everyone and begging them to save her sister...
"Save her, I'll be your slave!"
"Give us something to eat, and let me do whatever I want."
If only someone had saved her parents when Ruyang City was captured; if only someone had saved their entire family.
And time always seems like a cycle.
It seems that God never gives those who escaped death a chance. Luo Lingyu pursed her lips. Her breath became weaker and weaker as she lay on the horse. Her head began to hurt. She thought how fragile she was. She was so young back then, but she managed to survive. Now she has grown up, and her body has become more delicate. She can't even bear such a small difficulty...
"hiss--"
The horse beneath her suddenly trembled crazily because an arrow shot from behind had hit its body. The horse twitched and threw the girl off its back. Luo Lingyu fell down with her head heavy and her long hair covered with snow. The sound of the horses' hooves chasing her surrounded her in an instant. She sat paralyzed on the snow, her body stiff and unable to move at all. She looked up through the light and saw the dark pressure of enemy soldiers rushing towards her.
Some looked hateful, others looked surprised.
The girl fell to the ground, but she was still a beauty. She had long hair, fair skin, rosy cheeks and a rosy face. She was extremely beautiful. Even because of her dishevelled clothes and messy makeup, the girl knelt weakly on the ground, which made the man's blood boil and gave rise to a desire to abuse her.
Such a beauty!
The leader shouted loudly, jumped off his horse and walked towards the girl.
Luo Lingyu was lying on her back, her body was frozen, but she was conscious. She didn't know why she couldn't speak or make any expression, but she tried her best. She smiled softly and flatteringly, and her smile was so charming that people were attracted by her. She blinked pitifully and whispered, "General, I am willing to serve you. Can you let them all leave?"
"General, I know some military secrets of the Southern Kingdom. I want to tell you, General. I only ask that you have mercy on me..."
The men's eyes were burning, and the leader lowered his head, holding Luo Lingyu's chin and looking at her face. After running all night, the dirt on her face had long disappeared. The leader was stunned: "... She is so beautiful..."
How lucky!
He could not wait to grab Luo Lingyu's shoulders and hold the thin girl in his arms. He responded to everything she said. He said "yes, yes, yes" randomly, and even the girl's long black hair that fell on his arm was so beautiful that it made the northern general tremble. He lowered his head to kiss her, and suddenly, he heard the sound of an arrow breaking through the air.
In just a moment, everyone was shocked to see a black arrow shot from behind and pierced their general's chest and lungs.
The soldiers suddenly jumped on their horses and turned around: "Who is it——"
Thousands of troops were scattered around the snowfield, forming a circle to surround them.
The stern-looking young man held a bow and arrow and shot another arrow. The arrow hit the man who was lying on top of Luo Lingyu, whose chest and abdomen were pierced.
After this arrow, the young man coldly drew his bow and shot the third arrow. The dark arrow flew through the snow and stabbed in the same direction, the same dead person...
…
Luo Lingyu was panting, and her body seemed to have regained some temperature. She pushed away the heavy man who was pressing on her.
She raised her long eyelashes covered with snow mist and looked at him blankly.
The dark army of the Southern Kingdom surrounded and attacked these Northern Kingdom's vanguards. The young Prince of Hengyang rushed to the front, leading the charge. Luo Lingyu, who was sitting paralyzed on the snow, saw Lu Yun. She saw Lu Yun shoot three arrows at the same person. The man was dead, but his arrows were still shot.
There are vast rivers and mountains, vast white snow, and my lover is riding a horse towards me.
Just like in the thick fog in Ruyang back then, with corpses all over the ground, and in the midst of despair, someone would break through the thick fog and come to save her.
She saw Lu Yun dismounting and walking towards her. His face became clearer and clearer, his dark eyes and snow-white robe. In this era, white was the color of the day. Lu Sanlang was wearing a white robe and a light fur coat, walking towards her in the dim light of heaven and earth. He didn't look romantic, but he had a cold face, which made people unable to take their eyes off him.
Luo Lingyu lowered her eyes for a moment, and when he came towards her, she felt embarrassed, awkward, and her self-esteem was insulted. She was excited and aggrieved, and she didn't want him to see her in such a wolfish state...
…
How she wanted to be perfect and leave him with a perfect impression even once.
Let him fall in love with her to death.
…
Luo Lingyu lowered her head, at a loss, her fingers touching the cold blood on the ground. She saw the body lying in a pool of blood beside her, and instinctively panicked and wanted to escape.
She shrank back in resistance, but the man squatted down and held her in his arms. She paused, and her whole body was surrounded by the warm, addictive scent of the man. It was not the scent of Fan Silang that made her uneasy, nor the scent of the enemy soldiers that made her disgusted, but the light and clear scent that belonged only to Lu Yun.
Lu Yun said softly: "Lingyu, I'm here, don't be afraid. You hate me, right?"
The tears that had been in the girl's eyes all of a sudden fell. She felt herself shaking her head, but she was just held tightly by Lu Yun, with her face buried in his arms, crying as he held her up. She was choking, shedding tears, and she wanted to burst into tears.