Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Ah Yun, in the underworld, remember...
The sharp blade pierced through the rabbit's ears and nailed it to the ground. There was a silver light in its scarlet eyes and it kept screaming.
Yun Wanqiao screamed and hurried over to draw her sword. Song Siyun looked in the direction of the knife - among the swords and spears, there were four very familiar faces.
It was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Gu Yanzhou, and Qing Feng Lingfeng.
It was only then that she remembered that Gu Yanzhou had said that day that the autumn hunt would definitely not be peaceful, and they would wait for the prey in the western corner of the forest.
So, she deliberately chose the opposite direction, but unexpectedly, she still bumped into him!
Just as I was thinking about it, another flying sword appeared.
bite--
With a crisp sound, the flying sword and arrow fell to either side of his body. Suddenly coming to his senses, he looked up and met a pair of sharp phoenix eyes, but the next moment, those eyes moved away and he drew the soft sword from his waist to hold the blade in front of him.
Knowing it was a reminder, Song Siyun looked at the several men in black running towards him from a distance. He no longer hesitated and pulled up Yun Wanqiao, who was still drawing her sword. With his other hand, he pulled out the knife and rabbit together and stuffed them into her arms. He said quickly, "Hurry up and go into the woods."
"Sit tight." After seeing her bend over and grab the reins, he whipped the horse and then raised his hand to whip his own horse hard.
The two of them hadn't run far when they saw the man in black chasing them relentlessly. Song Siyun thought for a moment, then stopped the reins and said to Yun Wanqiao, "Qiaoqiao, dismount."
Although she didn't understand, Yun Wanqiao still did it.
After she stood still, she whipped the horse hard, and the chestnut horse roared in pain and rushed forward.
Seeing this, she lowered her head and made arrangements: "Qiaoqiao, go to the tent and inform the Queen and the leader of the Imperial Guards that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been assassinated in Xilin. Rescue him immediately."
"Okay." Knowing the seriousness of the matter, Yun Wanqiao didn't delay. When she whipped the whip to leave, she panicked: "Aren't you coming with me?"
"No."
Song Siyun shook his head, caught a glimpse of the black shadow out of the corner of his eye, and frowned deeply.
Without any time to explain, he pushed her into the bushes that were as tall as a person and hid her there. As he whipped her, he warned her, "Remember this!"
As she finished her words, she flew out.
A moment later, two nameless men in black appeared in the same place. After a quick glance at the horse hooves on the ground, the masked man in the lead raised his arm and said fiercely, "Chase!"
In the bushes not far away, Yun Wanqiao bit her hand tightly, afraid that she would scream, and with her other hand she held the limbs of the rabbit in her arms, afraid that it would move and ruin the plan.
When there was no movement in front of her eyes, she sat down on the ground with her limbs limp, gasping for breath.
It took her a while to react, until the rabbit in her arms bounced, and she suddenly came back to her senses.
"Ayun, Ayun is still waiting for me, Crown Prince, Crown Prince Xilin, rescue her quickly."
After barely sorting out some key words from her chaotic mind, Yun Wanqiao turned over, knelt on the ground, dug her hands into the soil, and tried to stand up.
But those legs just didn't work, they seemed to be dead and had no feeling at all.
He fell to the ground for the umpteenth time, and the string in his heart broke. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he beat his legs again and again, as if to vent his anger: "What a dead thing! I might as well chop it off!"
She cursed, but didn't dare to speak loudly. As she suppressed her anger, it turned into "Yun Wanqiao, you are so useless. Ah Yun is still waiting for you. She needs you. Stand up... Stand up, please."
Perhaps it was a blessing from heaven, but when I wiped my tears and stood up again, everything went incredibly smoothly. Without time to rejoice, I hurriedly ran to the tent with the rabbit in my arms.
At this moment, she had only one thought: Hurry up! Hurry up! Ah Yun is still waiting for me.
The man, whose face could not be seen, was covered in mud and blood and running frantically in the forest in search of hope for life. However, in the distance, there was only a dead end.
The road ahead was pitch black, and Song Simun hurriedly reined in his horse. He was only one step away from the bottomless cliff. Turning back, he saw men in black, blades in hand, filled with murderous intent.
The sturdy man in the lead flipped his wrist, slowly approached, and grinned, "Young lady, why don't you run away?" He looked behind her and laughed even more wildly, "Don't be afraid, young lady. I'm very efficient. I can get through it with just a blink of an eye."
Song Siyun dismounted, touched the arrow feather, lowered her head slightly, and said softly, "Big brother, I have no grudge against you, why do you have to kill me?"
As she spoke, she raised her head again, full of innocence: "Do you want money? My family is very rich, can you let me go?"
"Brother, I do want to," the leading man in black chuckled, his tone suddenly changing, "But who told the master to give the order? Any witness will be killed."
"Brother wants to spare your life, but if you don't die today, it will be Brother who dies." The sturdy man used a knife as a mirror to smooth away the strands of hair that didn't exist. He turned his head and flirted with her, "Brother's life is more important than yours, isn't it?"
As the words fell, a gust of wind smacked his face. After a cry of pain, the black and red feathered arrow fell to the ground, and where the silver iron lay, a red and white ball suddenly appeared.
Song Siyun sneered and raised his lips, looking at the bloody hole in the sturdy man's right eye, feeling quite sorry: "Oh, I missed. This arrow was going to kill you."
As she spoke, the bow in her hand was already drawn to the full moon. She narrowed her eyes and swept them over the crowd as if she were marking troops, her tone stern: "Whoever dares to move, I will send him to the west with one arrow."
Hearing this, the group of people opposite looked at the arrow feathers on the ground in tacit understanding, tightened their hands, but did not dare to move.
Song Siyun curled her lips, her hands alert, her feet carefully moving to the side. She never wanted to die, this move was just to find a way to escape.
After all, sooner or later they will realize—
She only had one arrow at a time, but there were five of them.
"What are you afraid of?" The first to react was the sturdy man who had just had his eyes removed. He gritted his teeth, his sword waving in his hand, filled with resentment: "Brother, you're at the front. Brothers, go ahead. Otherwise, if we go back... we'll die."
With just one sentence, the gradually improving situation was broken, and the group of men in black reacted and rushed forward.
The arrow in his hand shot out, but before he could draw his bow, the person was right in front of him. He raised his bow to block the attack and retreated step by step.
Suddenly, he fell behind and felt a huge sense of loss. Song Siyun only had time to take a look before he fell backwards uncontrollably.
He finally calmed down and clawed at the air, praying for divine soldiers to come down and give him a life-saving straw.
Maybe it was not her destiny, or maybe it was God's will, but in any case, the divine soldiers descended from the sky.
I looked up in surprise and it was Gu Yanzhou.
The man tightened his grip again and said urgently, "Don't let go, Gu Yanzhou! I'm still young and beautiful, and I don't want to die!"
"What's more, I still have so many things to do. I haven't hunted the deerskin for my sister yet, I haven't taken care of my parents until they die, and I haven't seen Jing Zhuwangqing grow up and start a family..."
"Most importantly, I don't have anyone I love. I'll die with regrets!"
"What a pity!" Song Siyun looked at him, ignoring his heart that was about to jump out of his chest with fear, and repeated in a steady voice.
"Shut up." The person at the top who had been silent for a long time finally spoke, but the next moment, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Sprayed all over her face.
Song Siyun was startled, frowning and struggling for a long time before saying, "Forget it, you'd better run for your life. Dying alone in this nameless place is already a loss, it would be a shame to sacrifice you for nothing."
She pursed her lips and muttered with a look of despair: "But Gu Yanzhou, when you go back, remember to hunt a rabbit for Wang Qing, and also hunt a deer to make two hand warmer covers for Sister and Qiao Qiao..."
Song Siyun thought for a moment and changed the address to a more familiar one. "That is, the eldest daughter of the Yun family, the Minister of Rites. One for each of them. The remaining material will be used to make deerskin boots for Wang Qing and Jing Zhu. They are young and have small feet, so the material should be enough. And my parents, you have to take care of them until they die."
She glared at him with bulging eyes, then bared her teeth and threatened, "There's one more important thing. After I die, you must observe three years of mourning for me and satisfy my parents before you can remarry. Otherwise, even as a ghost, I won't let you go!"
"Song Siyun," Gu Yanzhou called her, suppressing the churning in his throat and said, "Has anyone ever told you that you're noisy? And..."
He paused, took a breath, and continued, "If you had a mirror, you would know that you look just like a ghost."
"Gu Yanzhou!" Song Siyun was furious and was about to scold him, but he saw him floating down with the wind, like fallen leaves swept away in autumn, without any warning.
The anger in her heart stagnated, and she was suddenly filled with fear and terror. She wanted to hold him, to save him, to cling to something.
But when one hand swept across the mountain wall, apart from the broken branches and flying flesh, there was only an endless fall.
Suddenly, her palm felt warm, and it was Gu Yanzhou who grabbed her.
He looked at her, his eyes full of enchanting beauty. He said, "Ah Yun, in the underworld, remember to observe mourning for me."
He held her in his arms and they fell together.
"No way!" Song Siyun's eyes were red with tears, and her hands were still grasping the mountain wall beside her. She thought, what if?
"We won't die! We will live together! Live together..."
She cried so much that her eyes were red and she just kept repeating "live together", but she didn't know why they should live together, and she didn't know what to do after they got out alive together.
But at this moment, she just wanted to live together.
The wind whistled in my ears, like a sharp blade scraping against my cheek; but none of that could compare to the pain in my fingertips. The pain seemed to have legs, drilling straight into my heart.
The pain was so severe that she couldn't breathe.
Suddenly, the wind stopped.
A deep groan came from my ears. I looked in the direction of the sound and saw it was Gu Yanzhou.
Further down, there is an extremely thick cliff tree.
"We survived! Gu Yanzhou! We survived!" Song Siyun hugged him, crying and laughing at the same time.
It took her a long time to calm down.
This place is not high from the bottom of the cliff. The two of them are like ribbons stacked together, and they should be able to get down with one jump.
She carefully sat on the wood at the edge of the cliff, gazing at the distance while making plans with Gu Yanzhou.
But the man lay there motionless as if dead, even closing his eyes as if it had nothing to do with him, and said calmly: "Rest for a while, I'm tired."
"What are you waiting for?" Song Siyun said anxiously. "There's no sunlight below the cliff, and it will be even darker if we wait any longer. What are you waiting for? Are you waiting to die?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she met Gu Yanzhou's deep eyes. Realizing that she had let something slip, she licked her lips guiltily and looked around for something to change the subject.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a green light below him, which was particularly conspicuous in the darkness. His eyes immediately lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Gu Yanzhou, look, are those fireflies? Maybe we can catch a few to use as lights."
As he spoke, he took action.
Before she could even stand up, she felt a tightness around her waist and a burning sensation against her side. The man, who had been paralyzed for a long time, stood up without her knowing when, his eyes sharper than a sword.
His face was tense, his muscles were tense, and his eyes were fixed on the ground below. After a while, he turned back and said with gritted teeth, "Song Siyun, you're right. It's really unlucky to run into me."
After saying that, he plucked the hairpin from her hair and held it in his hand, facing her ghostly gaze. “The one below is a wolf.”
"Tonight, you either wait to die here or be bitten to death by wolves."
As he uttered the last word, the wolves below seemed to have seen some delicacies, and they became even more excited, howling non-stop.
Song Siyun lowered his eyes and saw that the area under their feet had been soaked in blood and turned red.
His eyes slowly moved upwards, and he was stunned when he saw the back of the person next to him, which looked like it was being cooked in oil.
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