Chapter 50 Let's go together. You said you would.
Qing Guiyu's lips only touched the cold and soft skin for a very brief moment, stained with dust and the smell of blood, and separated immediately, as fast as if they were stimulated by the cold air.
This could hardly be considered a kiss, and she didn't want to look at Chen Juansheng's expression. She just felt some inexplicable feeling stuck in her chest, making her feel suffocated and uneasy.
She was afraid that he might make a move, so she quickly loosened her grip on his collar and staggered back a few steps. Her back hit the car wall again, causing her shoulder injury to hurt. The pain made her vision go black and she gasped.
But Chen Juansheng still maintained the posture she had pulled him in, with his head slightly tilted, the cheek she had kissed facing her.
It was as if even my breathing had stopped.
It's like a beautiful glass lady who was accidentally enlightened and given perception, but doesn't know how to bear it.
He slowly raised one hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, and gently covered the cheek that had just been touched.
A blush, so thin it was almost transparent, slowly trickled down from the graceful lines of her neck, spreading upwards bit by bit, carefully. First, it reached the base of her ears, then her cheekbones, and finally, it reached the corners of her eyes, which were beautifully connected by needle marks.
"...Hmm." He finally uttered a light and ambiguous syllable.
He lowered his head, his lips slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just pursed them tightly, making the blood color on his lips even darker.
Qing Guiyu's heart tightened as she looked at him, enduring the pain of breathing.
After a moment, he murmured to himself, "...So that's how it is."
Chen Juansheng raised his head, and his sight finally met Qing Guiyu's face, which was pale due to blood loss and tension.
There is no emotion in it, but fear, pain, and determination.
His long eyelashes trembled violently, his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and his lips moved, but no sound came out.
Finally, he finally found his voice, but it was hoarse and broken.
"Miss Qing..." The voice wavered, like a drowning person struggling to leak out, a little suffocating.
"...I've made you dirty."
Qing Guiyu was completely stunned. What did that mean? She had kissed him.
It's not "you soiled me", but "I soiled you".
He turned abruptly, leaving her with only a taut, blushing silhouette. His hand was still carefully covering and shielding the cheek he had touched, his head lowered in silence.
Qing Guiyu was furious with his reaction, mixed with indescribable irritation.
He was kissed, not hit.
Why do you feel like you're being bullied?
This person set up a trap, coerced, and pressed forward step by step.
In the end, he even acted as if he had been molested.
"Kiss, kiss, kiss!" She was so anxious that she almost stamped her feet. Playing guessing games with this cunning Mr. Jinsheng was courting death. So she was only concerned about the chaotic battle next to her, "Solution, solution, solution!"
Shen Juansheng still didn't turn around, his voice was muffled,
"Miss Qing... do you really have to leave?"
Qing Guiyu was stunned, a sense of absurdity surged in his heart. He kept thinking about what he meant by this. Could this man still live in this shabby carriage for a long time?
Suddenly, I understood the meaning of his repeated lingering here.
She took two sudden steps forward, grabbed his arm, and pulled him towards her.
"Let's go together," she said quickly, her eyes shining brightly, and she tilted her head to the outside, "Once we solve this problem, we can go together."
This sentence was decisive and at last, it also had a hint of temptation that she herself was not aware of.
Shen Jiansheng turned around suddenly and looked at her steadily.
"Really?" he asked, repeating urgently, "Really?"
"Really?" Qing Guiyu was getting anxious. "Are you going to leave or not? What's your plan?"
In an instant, a smile spread across his face, so beautiful that it made people's heart skip a beat.
"Ah." He nodded as if waking from a dream, but his eyes were fixed on her. "Yes, there is a way."
Chen Juansheng glanced around, bent over to pick up a broken wooden rafter, and casually scratched it in the incense burner.
"Bang!" Flames instantly rose. He raised his hand, and several golden threads shot out, wrapping around a tall tree nearby.
The black sleeves fluttered like feathers, and he stepped onto the thin golden thread hanging in the air.
Young Master Jin Sheng held up the burning wooden rafter and walked a few steps forward on the hanging wire until he reached a high place.
The night wind rustled, blowing his scattered black hair and the golden sleeves of his robe. The flames on the silk thread flowed, outlining a circle of flowing light around him, as if a banished immortal had ascended, soaring into the sky,
"Helan!" Young Master Jinsheng's voice pierced through the clamor of fighting, clear and loud. "Chen Juansheng bids farewell!"
He smiled and asked, "Where's the thing I gave you?"
Below, the Northern Frontier General surnamed Helan was brandishing his scimitar, splitting an enemy in half. Suddenly, he heard this familiar and damning voice coming from above his head, and he turned around abruptly.
"What!" He slashed his scimitar across, as if suddenly awakened and realizing something. His eyes widened and he let out a roar of shock and anger, "Oh!"
The knife flashed, splitting a body that was in the way nearby.
"That's a gift to the court!" General Helan roared into the air in frustration.
Young Master Jin Sheng laughed softly, looking down in the light of the fire, his pale face looked cold and chilly.
"What do you mean by giving it to Chao Li? I see you're going to leave it here now."
He shook his head, his tone light and indifferent, his fingertips lightly swiping in the air, "You're just offering flowers to Buddha, and you're still so stingy. Next time, I'll ask Li Chengjin to give you some."
The moonlight was dim, obscured by dust and blood.
The sound of horses' hooves pounding the ground and people shouting made the dust fill the air like fog.
He stood in the air with a blazing fire in his hand. His figure was solitary and star-like in the chaos, becoming the most eye-catching bull's eye in the dark night.
From the enemy troops fighting with the Helan tribe, a fierce shout immediately rang out, and the military order was full of murderous intent.
"Master Jinsheng——!"
"Shoot! Shoot quickly!! Shoot him down for me!!"
Using arrows in such a close combat with blood and flesh flying everywhere can easily injure one's own side, which is a big taboo in military strategy.
However, the great reputation of "the master of heaven's secrets" obviously made the other side wary, and they were even willing to pay the price of accidentally injuring their own soldiers in order to kill him on the spot.
"Okay," Shen Juansheng nodded while standing on the hanging thread, "That's exactly what we need to use arrows."
A hail of arrows erupted in response. However, the Helan soldiers blocked his path ahead. His footsteps were swift and the distance was far, so the force of his direct shots was greatly reduced. For more than half, he had to resort to projectiles. The arrows fell in high arcs, their force even more scattered.
Chen Juansheng raised his head and smiled slightly. When he turned his wrist, the blade spun up, the bright silk thread turned, and the flowing light made a sharp loop out of thin air. The arrowheads shattered, the arrow shafts broke, and fell at his feet like rain.
The enemy shot arrows without caring about the lives of the soldiers, but failed to hurt him at all. This suddenly shook the already tense morale of his own side, and the soldiers and horses couldn't help but scatter.
Young Master Jin Sheng turned around, and his slender fingers, entwined with golden threads, suddenly retracted. He stopped looking at the falling arrow and said sternly to General Helan,
"Someone else shot the arrow!"
Then he suddenly laughed and asked him loudly, "Helan! Where is your arrow?"
The people of the Northern Frontier were born on horseback and excelled with bows; archery and horsemanship were an instinct they always possessed. General Helan, upon being singled out by him, flew into a rage, and with a backhand he hurled the heavy, ancient hardwood longbow on his back into the air.
A bright light flickered on the hanging thread. Young Master Jin Sheng's wrist trembled slightly, and he easily hooked the flying longbow into his hand. He turned around and plucked the bowstring with his fingertips. With a dull "deng" sound,
"Well." He smiled slightly, speaking gently, "I'm not very good at archery either." Then he took the golden thread at hand and wrapped it around the two ends of the longbow.
"Just make it easier," he murmured to himself, as if to comfort him, "that's all, just make do."
Chen Juansheng leaned down, his eyes piercing through the chaotic slaughter, and cast towards Qing Guiyu who was leaning against the wall in the carriage.
"Miss Qing," he touched the dried dark red blood on her lips with his fingertips and spoke softly.
"Cover your ears." There was a hint of apology in his words, but there was also lingering emotion. Every word he spoke clearly penetrated all the noise and reached her ears.
“It’s going to be a little noisy.”
Qing Guiyu didn't know what he was going to do, and almost subconsciously put his hands over his ears.
Young Master Jin Sheng stood up straight, his posture becoming dignified again. He drew his bow, and the burning tip of the wooden rafter was placed on the golden string of the longbow. The flames jumped, reflecting on his pale and bright face.
General Helan below looked up at the direction where he was pointing his bow, and his heart and soul were shattered. He no longer cared much and slashed left and right with his scimitar, knocking down several nearby enemies and roaring with all his might.
"Get off the horses! Get off the horses! Everyone, get off the horses!!"
Amidst this roar, Young Master Jinsheng's fingers, which were wrapped with gold threads and were resting on the strings, loosened slightly.
It was not the wrath of thunder, but it was more shocking than thunder. It was a dull thud.
Boom——!!!
The tremors pushed the air, like a circle of violent, twisting, transparent ripples, chasing each other in all directions. Beyond the chaotic battle, bright flames, with hints of blue and purple, illuminated the night whitely, obscuring the bloody melee, the fighting soldiers, and the hideous faces.
A large amount of gray and black smoke swept out in the hazy chaos, and the smell of blood was suddenly dispelled by the pungent smell of sulfur.
Qing Guiyu quickly covered his mouth and nose, bent down and tried to avoid the smell of saltpeter dust.
So that's how it is. This thought flashed through her shocked mind. The Tianji Pavilion secretly intercepted countless amounts of smuggled saltpeter from the Cao Gang, and it turned out that they secretly gave it to the Helan Tribe in the northern border.
Since the Helan tribe was transporting such a deadly thing, they naturally kept the carts loaded with saltpeter far away and sent people to guard them carefully.
Therefore, the explosion did not affect the fighting troops and her.
However, the loud noise, the flames rising into the sky, and the billowing pungent black smoke frightened all the horses to death.
For a moment, shrill and terrified horse neighs rang out one after another. The frightened war horses completely broke free from control and rushed and ran wildly in the dense smoke and chaotic weapons.
Amidst the chaotic clamor of voices and horses, Young Master Jinsheng was like a light black feather, floating down from the golden thread and landing steadily beside her.
He reached out his hand, gently held her in his arms, and wiped the soot from her cheeks.
The next moment, the world was spinning.
Young Master Jin Sheng carried her into the air and landed her steadily on the back of a horse that was frightened out of control and running away madly due to the aftermath of the explosion.
The saddle was cold and hard, and the bumps were violent. Qing Guiyu was almost tightly held in his arms, her back pressed against his heaving chest, and she could clearly feel his heartbeat.
"Miss Qing, I'm sorry," the horse neighed. He gently rested his chin on the side of her neck. The hanging golden threads mixed with her hair and were blown across her skin by the night wind.
"Miss Qing doesn't want to kill anyone, so she can only disturb him like this."
The sound was soft, wrapped in the whistling wind, like a sigh,
Driven by fear, the horses galloped wildly, their hooves clattering, leaving chaos and flames behind them quickly.
During this bumpy ride, he suddenly tightened his arms around her and lowered his head.
"Will you go with me?"
The deep engraving sound spurred the horse, which was even more frightened and plunged into the night like a sharp knife.
The night wind was bleak, and without waiting for her to answer, he hurriedly continued with a trembling voice, "Miss Qing... said she was willing."
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