Chapter 55 Why did you come out to save me? ...

On the way back, Jiang Yanyi took Feng Shuo's carriage.

Yang Xiu and Bing Shao had been waiting outside the mansion because they didn't have an invitation. After Jiang Yanyi finally left the Han Mansion, Feng Shuo said he would give Jiang Yanyi a ride. The two thought he was doing it for Chu Changping's sake and didn't suspect anything. After getting on

the carriage, Feng Shuo asked Jiang Yanyi, "What did Mrs. Quanfu talk to you about earlier?"

Mainly because of Jiang Yanyi's hesitant and tangled look, he was a little curious about the content of the conversation.

When he asked this, Jiang Yanyi's eyebrows began to twitch again: "The old lady's accent is too heavy, I can't understand what she said. She is hard of hearing when I speak, and can't hear what I say clearly."

Feng Shuo's mouth corners gently pulled out a not very obvious arc.

It turned out that she and the old woman had been talking to each other for a long time, and the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.

It was quite a distance from Hanfu to Duhufu Street. Feng Shuo closed his eyes and rested. Jiang Yanyi heard all kinds of hawking sounds in the market, so he carefully opened the curtain a little and looked out.

They passed by a food shop. The steaming steamer was filled with plump meat buns, the candied haws on the straw sticks looked like they were on fire, the roasted chicken chopped by the fat lady on the chopping board, the delicate candy figurines made by the sugar art master...

The carriage passed slowly, and all these scenes unfolded in front of her eyes like a scroll. Jiang Yanyi looked at them foolishly, smiling with her eyebrows curved.

She liked cooking, and she also liked the fireworks that the cooking of food brought to the world.

The carriage passed the food shop, and Jiang Yanyi reluctantly lowered the curtain. When she turned around, she saw Feng Shuo had opened his eyes at some point, and was staring at her with an expression that Jiang Yanyi could not understand.

Jiang Yanyi quickly closed the curtain tightly: "Is the air coming in through?"

Feng Shuo shook his head and quickly closed his eyes again.

She was addicted to the worldly atmosphere at the food court, but she didn't know that his worldly atmosphere was only for her.

Jiang Yanyi didn't understand why Feng Shuo didn't say anything after looking at her for a long time, but he continued to close his eyes and rest. She didn't say anything either, and fiddled with the tassels under the curtain out of boredom.

When the carriage suddenly shook, Jiang Yanyi was caught off guard and was almost thrown out of the carriage by the inertia, but fortunately Feng Shuo grabbed her in time.

The tip of her nose hit his solid chest, and there was no ambiguity at all. Jiang Yanyi only felt stars in her eyes. She touched it with her hand, and fortunately there was no nosebleed.

"Swish!"

A sharp arrow shot in from the window. Feng Shuo hugged Jiang Yanyi and rolled on the ground, hiding beside the window of the carriage. Several arrows had pierced the bottom of the carriage where they had just been.

Jiang Yanyi found that the arrow was stained with blood. She didn't care about the awkward position where she was half pressed to the ground by Feng Shuo. She pulled Feng Shuo's arm and stretched her neck to see. Sure enough, she found a bloodstain on Feng Shuo's right arm.

Jiang Yanyi panicked and turned to him and said, "You are injured!"

Because she tried to raise her head to see the injury on Feng Shuo's arm, she was very close to Feng Shuo. Now when she turned her head again, her lips were just printed on Feng Shuo's face.

The warm touch made Jiang Yanyi stunned.

Feng Shuo was also stunned.

Their eyes met, still in the awkward position of up and down.

Jiang Yanyi was the first to react. She quickly pushed Feng Shuo away, climbed up, covered her lips with her index finger and thumb, and stuttered, "I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

But her desperate push seemed to touch Feng Shuo's wound. He groaned and said, "It's okay."

Jiang Yanyi was suddenly even more at a loss. She didn't know how serious Feng Shuo's right arm was injured, but seeing that his sleeve was stained red, she was afraid that he had injured an artery. She had to tie a cloth strip around the wound to stop the bleeding.

"You are bleeding badly. We must treat the wound first."

Jiang Yanyi tried to tear off a piece of her skirt to use as a cloth belt like the heroines in the old TV dramas or novels, but she didn't know whether she was too weak or the texture of the dress was too good. She couldn't tear it even with all her strength.

When she held the skirt with both hands and met Feng Shuo's puzzled eyes, Jiang Yanyi silently retracted her claws and smoothed the skirt.

Mary Sue's costume drama bullied her!

The heroine in the drama must be a King Kong Barbie to tear the skirt into strips with one tear.

In the end, Jiang Yanyi tied her headband around Feng Shuo's wound.

Fortunately, she was poor, and the headband she bought was not some fancy but useless cloth, but coarse nettles that were strong enough to tie up pigs.

It was the first time that Feng Shuo saw someone bandage a wound without wrapping the bandage around the wound, but instead tied the bandage above the wound. He didn't say anything to Jiang Yanyi about the wrong place to tie it, but said with a subtle look: "It's a little tight."

Jiang Yanyi explained seriously: "It can only stop bleeding if you tie it tighter, just bear with it."

At this time, the sound of close combat came from outside the carriage, and the sound of arrows hitting the wall of the carriage.

The inner wall of this carriage was poured with molten iron, so arrows could not penetrate it, but the continuous sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air still made Jiang Yanyi nervous.

The assassins were numerous and powerful. Feng Shuo did not bring many guards with him to the wedding banquet. With Yang Xiu and Bing Shao, they could only barely keep the assassins away by surrounding the carriage.

But after a man wearing a green ghost mask rushed in, Feng Shuo's guards were obviously at a disadvantage. Xing Yao almost lost his life several times when he faced that man.

The man with the green ghost mask kicked Xing Yao in the chest. Xing Yao staggered back a few steps before he stabilized his body, holding his chest in horror. The man's kick was so powerful that he must be a general on horseback.

He boasted of his good skills, but at this moment he knew he was no match for him.

The old illness of the master was so painful in the severe cold weather that it was like an ant biting. If he were to confront this man under such circumstances...

Xing Yao's heart sank and he shouted, "Hurry up and protect the master!"

A guard ran over to catch up with the carriage, but was easily knocked to the ground by the man in the green ghost mask.

The man in the green ghost mask sneered, "People say that the King of Liaoning is the God of War of Daxuan, but I think he is just a turtle with its head shrunk!"

In the carriage, Feng Shuo didn't seem to take the fighting outside seriously. Listening to the provocative words, he was still in the mood to ask Jiang Yanyi, "I didn't eat anything at noon in the Han Mansion. What are you going to cook when you go back later?"

Is this the time to talk about what to eat?

Jiang Yanyi looked at the wound on his arm, and for some reason, she thought of the phrase "like cures like". She said, "Let's make braised pork elbow."

It's better to eat light food when you're injured. Braised food is a bit too strong.

"How long will it take to stew?"

"It will be ready in half an hour."

Feng Shuo nodded: "Eat pork elbow in an hour."

It won't take more than half an hour to get back to the main street of the Protectorate from here.

After saying this, he lifted the curtain and walked out.

Jiang Yanyi shouted anxiously, "You're injured!"

Feng Shuo's pale lips curled up slightly, but there was endless hostility in his eyes: "The barking of dogs makes me annoyed, I have to tell this wild dog to shut up."

Xing Yao was a little worried when he saw Feng Shuo getting out of the carriage: "Master, please go back to the car, I can handle it."

Feng Shuo uttered two words: "Back."

The man in the green ghost mask on the opposite side saw that Feng Shuo's face was a little morbidly pale, and he was wearing a python robe, full of nobility, as if he was just a sick prince, without the fierceness of a general on the battlefield. He couldn't help but sneer: "You dare to fight in this state, you really don't know how to live or die!"

Feng Shuo's eyes were calm, and he said lightly: "By the bow."

Xing Yao quickly handed over an ordinary longbow.

This bow is too light, Feng Shuo deliberately used less force when pulling the string, otherwise the bow would break directly.

"Swish!" The sharp arrow shot out with a sound of breaking through the air.

The man in the green ghost mask quickly dodged to the side, and the sharp arrow flew past his ear. The wind speed caused the hair around his ear to curl up, and a few

strands of broken hair fell where the arrow passed. Before the man in the green ghost mask could stand firm, the second and third arrows followed. He was forced to make all kinds of strange poses to dodge each time. His clothes were torn in several places, and the crown on his head was shot off, leaving his hair disheveled, looking very ugly.

It seemed that the man who shot the arrow had calculated his reaction speed and was teasing him like a cat teasing a mouse.

Such naked humiliation is much more powerful than verbal insults. The ghost-faced man was furious and rushed towards Feng Shuo with a sword in hand: "Prepare to die!"

Feng Shuo just released the bowstring of the last arrow on the bowstring.

The sharp arrow flew out, and the ghost-faced man ducked and tilted his head back to avoid the arrow, but the mask on his face was directly split in half and fell to the ground.

It was obvious that Feng Shuo did not intend to kill him with this arrow.

Without the mask to cover, that unruly and violent face, who else could it be but Fan Yaonian.

Fan Yaonian was not stupid, he had already noticed something was wrong. With the arrows shot by Feng Shuo, it didn't look like he couldn't hold a weapon.

He was a man who valued his life very much, so he decided to retreat immediately. However, Feng Shuo seemed unable to stand at this time. He took a step back and leaned against the carriage to steady himself. He covered his lips and coughed bitterly, and his face became paler and paler.

It was obvious that he had just shot those arrows with a weak bow and crossbow, and he was just holding on.

This opportunity was rare. If he missed it, he would have more guards around him next time.

Fan Yaonian weighed it in his mind, gritted his teeth, and attacked Feng Shuo again with a sword.

The other killers followed Fan Yaonian and launched another attack. Xing Yao led the guards to meet them, and Yang Xiu and Bing Shao also went to help.

Jiang Yanyi saw Feng Shuo coughing so hard, and his sleeves were stained red with blood from his right hand because of the force of drawing the bow just now. Her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Seeing that Fan Yaonian's sword was about to reach Feng Shuo's face, she didn't know where she got the courage from. She picked up the small pony in the carriage, leaned out half of her body, and threw the pony in her hand at Fan Yaonian.

At the same time, Feng Shuo just slightly turned his body to avoid Fan Yaonian's sword, and grabbed Fan Yaonian's sword-holding hand and broke it hard.

There was a "crack" sound of dislocated joints, and the sharp sword in Fan Yaonian's hand fell to the ground, and the pony that hit his face also rolled to the ground, and Fan Yaonian was hit and had two nosebleeds.

Feng Shuo looked back into the carriage, and Jiang Yanyi quickly tightened his neck.

The veins on Fan Yaonian's forehead bulged with severe pain. He didn't care about anything else and tried to stab Feng Shuo with the dagger hidden in his other hand. However, Feng Shuo seemed to have a pair of eyes on the back of his head. He grabbed his arm holding the dagger and twisted it with his backhand. The "crack" sound of dislocated joints rang again.

Fan Yaonian screamed and shouted angrily: "You are lying about having an old illness!"

The cold wind penetrated his bones, and Feng Shuo coughed even more violently, as if he was going to cough up blood in the next second. He said: "It's true that I have an old illness, but you are such a waste."

Fan Yaonian was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot, but he could do nothing to Feng Shuo.

After he was executed, the remaining assassins were helpless and were captured by the armored guards from Feng Mansion.

Feng Shuo cut off Fan Yaonian's hands and feet, and then ordered Xing Yao: "Tie him back."

Fan Yaonian was sweating profusely due to the severe pain, but he said ruthlessly: "You'd better kill me now!"

Feng Shuo glanced at him and said to Xing Yao: "When torturing, as long as the person is still breathing, there is no need to worry. You must find out the whereabouts of the Turkic prince."

After saying this, he coughed violently again.

Xing Yao clasped his fists: "I obey your orders, master, please return to the carriage."

Feng Shuo nodded, and returned to the carriage with a pale face. Jiang Yanyi hurriedly helped him sit down, but Feng Shuo took her hand.

"What...what happened?" Jiang Yanyi didn't know what was going on. She stuttered easily when she looked at him.

Maybe it was because of an old illness, his hands were a little cold. When he pinched her wrist, Jiang Yanyi felt a shudder all over.

Feng Shuo stared at her without blinking, his expression was more serious than ever before: "Why did you come out to save me when it was so dangerous just now?"