What does it matter if people come? This is the official road. Wait, something's not right. Nan Yi quickly darted into the woods and followed Zheng Yong to hide in a tree.
"What exactly happened?" Nan Yi asked Zheng Yong beside him in a low voice, his face grave.
Zheng Yong sighed inwardly, "This servant originally intended to tell Master Tong that Yuan Qingyi had arrived in Hebei, but who knew that Master Tong would run away as soon as he saw this servant."
Nan Yi glared at him and said irritably, "How was I supposed to know you were going to tell me this? I thought you were here to arrest me again on the Emperor's orders. Turns out it was a misunderstanding. What bad luck."
"So, Master Tong ran away again?"
"So what if I am? Go ahead and arrest me." The two are evenly matched, so at worst, they'll fight him to the bitter end.
I will absolutely not return to the capital.
"Thinking you shouldn't act like a selfish lackey in front of me sounds really awkward. You're not my lackey."
"Yes, slave... I know."
"Listen, it sounds like there's more than one person." Nan listened intently and heard two footsteps, one lighter than the other.
His breathing was restrained, his steps light—not the footsteps of an ordinary person. A master... could it be...? Nan Yi frowned deeply.
It can't be such a coincidence.
"Zheng Yong, if it's Yuan Qingyi, let's join forces and chop him up," Nan Yi said fiercely, still holding a grudge from the last time she was attacked.
She didn't care about Yuan Qingyi being alone. Last time, the two of them fought and both were injured. This time, she had helpers by her side, so she wasn't afraid of him at all.
She was bedridden for half a month because of him. No matter what, she couldn't let Yuan Qingyi off the hook. She learned the phrase "vengeful" from her fourth uncle.
"Yes, slave, I understand."
It was indeed Yuan Qingyi who came, and he wasn't alone. His employer had offered a high price to take that woman's life. In his eyes, money came first, and morality and rules were always bullshit.
Yuan Qingyi and another assassin received news that the woman had appeared in the capital, so they rushed to the capital without stopping.
Nan Yi and Zheng Yong retreated hastily, leaving clear traces on the snow. There were still footprints on the way they came, but none ahead.
With the killer's instincts kicking in, Yuan Qingyi and her companion sensed something was amiss and rushed to the location where Zheng Yong was.
Just in time, Nan Yi took out a short blade and aimed it straight at Yuan Qingyi's throat, while Zheng Yong dealt with another assassin from the side.
"Clang!" Swords clashed together. Yuan Qingyi took two steps back and saw the person in the woods, who was the target he was looking for. He laughed and said, "I've searched high and low, but this time, you can't escape."
"How arrogant! You're getting ahead of yourself." Nan Yi didn't like wasting words and quickly stepped forward.
After several months apart, Yuan Qingyi's kung fu seemed to have improved again, while she remained stagnant. With a fierce determination, Nan Yi refused to give in.
Yuan Qingyi clearly saw through it as well, and dealt with it easily with a faint hint of mockery on her face, which deeply provoked Nan Yi.
She attacked more and more fiercely, and only then did Yuan Qingyi abandon her contempt.
On Zheng Yong's side, the situation was completely opposite to that of Nan Yi. Although Nan Yi's martial arts skills were inferior to Zheng Yong's, he was well-versed in the art of hidden weapons.
Fortunately, Zheng Yong was still able to handle it. He wielded his longsword with impenetrable skill, and the hidden weapons could not harm him.
Both sides fought with all their might. Unlike Yuan Qingyi, Nan Yi followed the orthodox path, and all her skills came from Shaolin. Every move she made had its own origin.
Yuan Qingyi, on the other hand, is an assassin whose moves are mostly derived from his experience of killing. He emphasizes speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, and every move is aimed at Nan Yi's vital points.
Nan Yi's attacks became increasingly difficult, and a strong alarm bell rang in her mind. This Yuan Qingyi was the greatest threat she had ever felt in both of her lives.
If this person is not eliminated, he will become a lifelong scourge.
Zheng Yong inadvertently caught a glimpse of her nearly being stabbed by Yuan Qingyi. His heart pounded, and he shouted angrily, "Master, step back, I'll handle this."
Upon hearing this, Nan Yi knew he was no match for Zheng Yong, so he quickly retreated a few steps, intending to exchange opponents with Zheng Yong. However, the assassin flicked his sleeve and shouted, "Don't run away!"
Yuan Qingyi had no intention of missing any opportunity to kill Nan Yi. Her sword flashed like a rainbow, and Nan Yi couldn't dodge in time. Just as the sword was about to pierce his chest, Yuan Qingyi's sword flashed.
She opened her eyes wide in horror, thinking, "I'm doomed."
Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed past and blocked her way. "Swoosh!" The sound of a weapon piercing flesh.
It was Zheng Yong who took the sword for her.
"Zheng Yong!"
Zheng Yong threw down a smoke bomb, "Let's go."
Nan gritted his teeth, dragged Zheng Yong up, and disappeared into the woods in a few leaps.
She ran frantically, not knowing how long she ran, until the person on her back was breathing weaker and weaker. Not daring to delay any longer, Nan Yi found a sheltered place and put Zheng Yong down.
Yuan Qingyi's sword pierced his chest, the wound was extremely deep, and blood stained a large area of his chest.
"Zheng Yong, don't sleep, hold on, don't die." Nan Yi called out softly in a trembling voice, patting his pale face, but he didn't respond.
She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tore a piece of fabric from her own lining to stop the bleeding wound.
She remembered that he always carried medicine for injuries with him.
With trembling hands, Nan Yi found the medicine on Zheng Yong's body—three small porcelain bottles. He couldn't tell which one was for treating external injuries.
Never mind, just sprinkle them all on, one of them is bound to be right.
She first took out a pot of wine from her sleeve. The Fourth Master liked to have a sip or two, and there was a lot of fine wine stored in Wanyue Pavilion. She would occasionally hide some of it.
Finally, it came in handy. The wine touched his skin, and Zheng Yong groaned, half-awake.
Nan Yi disinfected his wound, waited for the bleeding to stop, sprinkled on some medicine powder, bandaged the wound with a cloth strip, then quickly cleaned up the traces on the ground, carried Zheng Yong on her back, and chose a direction to leave.
The bloodstains on Zheng Yong's body must have left clues along the way, so it shouldn't be difficult for Yuan Qingyi to find them.
Finding a place to recuperate in the freezing cold was no easy task. She dared not go to any inhabited areas, as it would be too conspicuous for a woman to carry an injured man alone.
After searching for a long time, we finally found a small cave. The cave was relatively clean, as if someone had camped there before.
She laid out firewood in the cave, placed the weak Zheng Yong on the pile of firewood, and ran in and out to find dry firewood to start a fire.
The fire started, and Nan Yi re-examined Zheng Yong's wound. The medicine powder had been washed away by the blood, so she had to re-bandage it.
After busying herself for a while, she sat down next to Zheng Yong and forced water into his mouth. Fortunately, he still knew how to swallow.
The fire burned brightly, making the cave warmer. He checked his pulse again, and it was stronger than before. "Zheng Yong, Zheng Yong, you can't die!"
She shouldn't have been so reckless today. Yuan Qingyi was too strong, and she underestimated her. She herself was alright, but Zheng Yong had to take a knife for her, and she felt incredibly guilty.
They saved her life last time, and now they've risked their lives to save her again. A drop of kindness deserves a spring of gratitude in return. How can she ever repay two life-saving favors?
I can't exactly offer myself in return.
Bah, what are you thinking? He's a eunuch, so he can't marry, as for the fact that he's already taken.
The shameless Nan Yi felt that once she left the capital, she was free. Who was the Fourth Master? She didn't know him. She was now Nan Yi, not Tong Yilan, so there was no question of her being cuckolded.
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