"Help him onto the horse, and go!" Chu Qiao snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice to her subordinates. She rode away first, and the four people behind her immediately followed.
Just now, she realized that they were not the only ones here. In the dense forest covered by wind and snow on both sides, there were many cautious footsteps. She immediately knew that something was wrong. This carriage, seemingly alone, actually has nearly a hundred highly skilled guards on its side. If a conflict occurs, they will definitely not gain any advantage. You can only pretend to be ignorant first and then attack when the enemy is unprepared.
Sure enough, within a moment, the rumbling sound of horse hooves was heard behind him. Chu Qiao whipped the horse and shouted, "Hurry!"
Five people took the lead and left quickly.
At this moment, a whistling rain of arrows suddenly came, shooting the horses but not the people, and the four bodyguards immediately fell off their horses.
"Aren't you going to stop?" An evil voice suddenly sounded in her ears. A pure white divine horse was galloping beside it. A man in red on the horse had flying black hair and charming eyes, who looked like a woman. He had an evil face, and he held the reins in one hand and a fan in the other. He rode side by side with Chu Qiao and laughed loudly.
With a bang, Chu Qiao kicked the man's horse's belly hard. The white horse let out a whine, but still did not retreat.
The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "What a fierce woman. Well, since you don't like it, let's not let it bother you and me." After that, the man suddenly jumped off the saddle and landed steadily on Chu Qiao's horse. He put his arms around the girl's waist from behind, and his warm breath sprayed behind the girl's ears. He said in an ambiguous voice, "Your body fragrance is like orchid, and your skin is whiter than snow. It turns out that there are beautiful women in Hongchuan. I am really ignorant."
Chu Qiao snorted coldly and elbowed him back.
The man laughed and hugged her tightly in his arms. He stretched out his tongue and licked the back of Chu Qiao's ear gently, and said with a smile: "As smooth as cream, as fragrant as snow lotus, you are indeed a beauty on the snowy plain."
Chu Qiao felt a chill all over her body and became furious. She saw many figures around her and it was obvious that she was surrounded. She became more and more aggressive, and she swung her fist, elbow, and palm, hitting the man on the shoulder. Then he turned his body to the side and slid under the horse's back. He clamped his legs around the horse's belly, grabbed the man's legs, and pulled hard.
The man never expected that she was so agile. He was caught off guard and fell to the ground in a very embarrassing manner with a bang.
The woman then jumped down and knelt hard on the man's back, hitting him so hard that he saw stars.
Chu Qiao held the man's head like a tiger, and with lightning speed, she used a set of Wing Chun techniques hidden in her heart, and all the heavy punches landed on the man's head and face!
Huge gasping sounds continued to be heard all around, and the girl's fists were as powerful as lightning and falling like raindrops. The speed was so fast that it was dizzying.
Everyone stared in amazement at the girl riding on the man, her fists were experienced and her body was agile. For a moment, they were stunned and didn't know how to react.
"Ah! A bunch of idiots, save the prince!"
The woman's sharp voice suddenly rang out, and Chu Qiao's heart skipped a beat: Prince?
The rumbling sound of horse hooves rang out, snow and fog rolled, war horses whistled, and the black cavalry battalion, led by Zhao Che, came thundering. However, seeing the scene before them, everyone was shocked and their faces turned pale.
Zhao Che's eyebrows were as black as ink, and he stood high on his horse and shouted sternly, "Chu Qiao, what are you doing?"
Chu Qiao stopped immediately, and the man she was riding on also raised his head in a daze, looking at everyone blankly with his bruised face. His eyes were black and swollen, and it was unclear whether he could see the scene in front of him clearly.
Zhao Che dismounted with a clang, strode forward, saluted to the man on the ground and said, "Your Highness, I am sorry for not controlling my subordinates well." After that, he grabbed Chu Qiao's arm, pulled her off from Prince Tang's body, and pulled her behind him.
Chu Qiao was stunned. She looked at the Bian Tang envoys running towards her crying and felt overwhelmed.
Is this the only heir of the Bian Tang royal family, the unreasonable, lustful Crown Prince Li Ce who can get whatever he wants?
She is really crazy.
Chu Qiao knew that she had gotten into big trouble this time.
There are too many things to worry about. Murdering Prince Bian Tang? Conspiracy to undermine diplomatic relations between the two countries? Disobeying military orders and committing treason?
Any one of the charges against her would be enough to put her to death. She seemed to have never been so impulsive and reckless in her life. What went wrong? Why did she seem to be possessed by a ghost?
She no longer dared to look at Zhao Che's expression. The noise from the women opposite was loud enough to break through the roof of the central army tent. She stood behind Zhao Che, carefully thinking back to the cause and effect of the incident, but could not find any tiny details to exonerate herself. Now, she could only hope that this matter would not implicate Yan Xun and that he would not be accused of this sinister crime.
"Have you guys said enough?" A cold voice suddenly sounded in a low voice, with a cold tone and a strong murderous aura. Several brightly dressed girls were stunned.
Zhao Che was wearing armor, his face was as hard as steel, his eyes were like blades staring at the few people, and he said in a deep voice, "Get out of here when you're done talking!"
"You!" The woman in yellow clothes suddenly pointed at Zhao Che and shouted, but was stopped by another slightly older woman, "Xiao E, don't be rude to His Majesty the Seventh Prince."
"Sister Fu..."
"Since Your Highness still has official business to attend to, we will not disturb you for now. However, we will never let this matter go. We have already sent a messenger, and our country will immediately send an envoy to Zhenhuang to coordinate this matter. As for this girl..." The woman's eyes slowly moved around Chu Qiao, and she said lightly, "Your Highness refuses to hand her over, and we have no choice. Please ask Your Highness the Seventh Prince to keep her for us for the time being, and we will deal with it later. Goodbye."
After saying that, she turned around and left the tent first. The other women also snorted coldly and left in a huff.
Zhao Che stood quietly in the big tent, looking at the curtains fluttering in the wind for a long time without saying a word.
Chu Qiao stood behind him and couldn't see his expression, but she could imagine how angry he was. For Zhao Che, the best solution to this matter was to behead this rebellious woman on the spot, or at least hand her over to the Shanglu Court for punishment. However, he now detained me and refused to hand me over to Bian Tang's envoy. What was he doing?
Chu Qiao swore that if he punched her now, she would never fight back.
Suddenly, Zhao Che's back trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he tried hard not to say it. Sweat slowly dripped down her forehead, her palms were damp, and her pupils contracted slightly.
What on earth is he going to do? Will they take this opportunity to frame the rebels? The emperor has been looking for Yan Xun's faults so that he can get rid of him as soon as possible. So now, will I become the excuse? I got into such a terrible disaster just after joining the Cavalry Battalion. What bad luck has brought me?
She slowly clenched her fist and unconsciously groped for the dagger on her thigh.
Zhao Che turned his head, his face strange, his eyes piercing as he looked at Chu Qiao, but suddenly, the corners of his mouth slowly opened, and then...
"Hahahaha!" A loud laugh suddenly rang out. Deputy General Cheng and several other generals from the Cavalry Battalion suddenly walked in, beating their chests and laughing.
Zhao Che put his hand on her shoulder, gave her a thumbs up and sighed, "Good job! Well done!"
What is going on? Chu Qiao was stunned for a moment, her eyes wide open in confusion.
"This brat Li Ce should have been punished long ago."
"What is this Prince Bian Tang? He is just like a woman, wearing red and green all day long. It makes me, the boss, sick to see him."
"With so many problems, someone should kill his edge."
"Little girl, you did a great job. If anyone dares to deal with you, we will be the first to disagree!"
Chu Qiao was stunned and speechless for a long time. After a long time, she coughed carefully, "Your Highness, this matter should not be so careless. Although ignorance is innocent, I did hit the prince of Bian Tang after all. Besides, he came to celebrate the birthday of the emperor. Even if it is not good enough, I should sincerely apologize, right?"
"You hit him?" Zhao Che raised his eyebrows and turned to face the group of big men, "Who saw it? Did you see it?"
Everyone said in unison, "I didn't see it."
Someone was stunned for a moment and looked at Zhao Che in confusion.
Zhao Che sighed and shook his head, "But you are really stupid. If you want to beat him up, you should find a time when no one is around."
"Yes!" Dong Dabei stepped forward and said, "Your Highness has already discussed with us that when this guy is on the road, we will find a chance to put a sack on him and beat him up. He must go to Zhenhuang with a bruised face. I didn't expect you to act faster than us. In fact, we have arrived a long time ago, and we saw you beating him from a distance, but you didn't show up."
Chu Qiao looked at the men in the room with glowing eyes, and for a moment she felt like crying but had no tears.
"Don't worry," Zhao Che patted her shoulder generously, "Although I didn't like you in the past, but now that you are under my command, I will not treat you unfairly."
As night fell, the camp was completely silent. Only from the east corner, there was a faint sound of stringed instruments, which seemed totally out of tune with the military camp under the cover of night. I remember that Deputy General Cheng said that this was Prince Bian Tang's habit. He could not fall asleep without music. Now that he had suffered such a great blow, the music he played became even more sad, just like a song of springtime love for a woman in the deep palace.
Chu Qiao sat on the snow hill, playing with the sword in her hand. Countless lights flickered on the vast snowfield, the moon was cold like frost, and the moonlight was pouring down. The camp was quiet, with occasional patrolling soldiers passing by, but because this was not a battlefield, they were inevitably much more relaxed, with less tense atmosphere and more traces of desolation.
Chu Qiao sighed softly, "The so-called Thousand Tents of Lanterns is nothing more than this."
Suddenly there was a crisp sound. Chu Qiao lowered her head and saw that it was the sword that had not yet been unsheathed, making a clanging sound. She frowned slightly, and with a swish, she drew the sword out of its sheath.
This sword is uniquely forged, and is four feet long. The blade is bluish-white with faint dark red lines on it. At first glance, it looks like undried blood foam.
"What a good sword!" A voice of praise came from behind.
Chu Qiao turned around and saw Zhao Che, dressed in a black brocade robe, walking up the snow slope step by step. He sat down beside her and asked, "What's your name?"
Chu Qiao was slightly stunned, shook her head and said, "I don't know."
"You don't know your own sword?"
"This sword is not mine."
Zhao Che nodded without asking any more questions. He held a wine jug in his right hand, tilted his head back, took a sip, and casually handed it to Chu Qiao.