Princess, come home quickly, the God of War Prince is going to be jealous to death!

Not far from the canyon, Luo Chuan led the Long family secret guards to gallop forward.

Not far away, flames shot into the sky, and Luo Chuan's heart tightened. He took out his crossbow and shot at Yu Wenjing, who was not far away.

Ah!

With a scream, Yu Wenjing was hit by an arrow in the back. He looked behind him and saw more than a hundred people galloping towards him.

He endured the pain and smiled calmly. More than a hundred people also wanted to save Wen Zhiyue, but they overestimated their own capabilities.

Luo Chuan led the secret guards directly towards the canyon on the west side. In a moment, the soldiers on the west side were dying, injured and running away.

With Luo Chuan's support, Wen Zhiyue led the Wen army all the way to the top of the valley on the west side.

Looking at the fire oil left by Yuehuan's soldiers not far away, her heart surged and her eyes brightened, "Xuemei, prepare the fire."

When all the Wen soldiers reached the top of the valley, Wen Zhiyue shouted: "Light the fire and shoot the arrows."

Countless flaming arrows rushed towards the valley.

Wherever the sharp arrow hit, there was a wailing sound, and soon, the valley was filled with flames, like ghosts devouring Yuehuan soldiers one after another.

Yu Wenjing was hit by an arrow, and he was surrounded by soldiers protecting him with shields, and fled towards Lingxuan Pass.

Wen Zhiyue knew that she had been poisoned by drugs and poisons at this time. The poison that Yu Wenjing gave her could not be dealt with by ordinary people. Only Bai Yujin, the master of the Medicine Valley, could do anything about it. It was imperative that she return to Feixue Village immediately to detoxify. The matter needs to be considered in the long term.

"Xuemei, don't chase after the poor enemy." Wen Zhiyue covered the blade where the arrow was hit with her strength.

Xuemei looked at the arrow feathers on Wen Zhiyue's blade, and was about to say something, when Wen Zhiyue gave Xuemei a forbidding look.

"Luochuan, you immediately lead all the soldiers to Lingxuan Pass and tell my father that no matter what happens, you must defend Lingxuan Pass."

Wen Zhiyue looked at Xuemei again, "Xuemei and I will return to Feixue Village quickly."

Luo Chuan looked at the feather arrow on Wen Zhiyue's blade and said, "The girl has been slandered. I will escort you back to Feixue Village."

Wen Zhiyue's eyes were cold and she looked towards the direction where Yu Wenjing was escaping, "Yuehuan is buried here, there must be spies in the army."

"The girl wants to..."

"That's what you want, capture him and bring him back to Feixue Village."

Luo Chuan bowed deeply and rode away.

Looking at Luochuan walking away, Wen Zhiyue and Xuemei galloped towards Qingxian City.

The horse ran faster and faster. When it passed a forest, the leaves fell, and a group of men in black came towards Wen Zhiyue with swords.

Wen Zhiyue's fierce eyes revealed the figure of the man in black. She drew out the soft sword from her waist and rode towards the man in black.

The sound of swords echoed in the forest, and blood stained the branches and leaves.

"As expected of Princess Protector, she still persists despite being addicted to drugs and poisons." The leading man in black said calmly.

Wen Zhiyue's face turned pale, and she looked at the man in black with fierce eyes, "Yu Wenjing wants to kill me and silence me."

The man in black was shocked when he heard the words Yu Wenjing, and quickly returned to his indifferent look, "If you don't use it for yourself, keep it as useless."

Wen Zhiyue laughed loudly and said, "Does Yu Wenjing know that by killing me, he is starting a war with Tian Yu?"

The man in black didn't reply to Wen Zhiyue's words. He quickly stood up with a vigorous step and pointed his sword peak at Wen Zhiyue.

Wen Zhiyue endured the pain and held her sword to resist the sword of the man in black.

Xuemei killed four or five men in black. With her back leaning on Wen Zhiyue, the two of them worked together to kill the attacking men in black.

After another fierce battle, the two were tightly surrounded by men in black, and the space for fighting became smaller and smaller.

Wen Zhiyue couldn't help but sigh in her heart, "Could it be that my rebirth is just a flash in the pan, and I will die under the calculation of that villain Yu Wenjing again? If so, what is the meaning of my rebirth?"

The sorrowful and angry Wen Zhiyue tightened the hilt of the sword in her hand. At this moment, the leaves were blown by a gust of wind, and a group of people came quickly.

The leading man in black pointed his sword directly at Wen Zhiyue's heart. A sharp arrow broke the sword in the man's hand, and another arrow pierced his throat.

A smile appeared on Xuemei's lips, "Girl, it's the third prince."

Wen Zhiyue's fierce eyes reflected the fallen figure of the man in black. She did not reply to Xuemei's words, but stabbed the men in black around her with a soft sword.

The man in black couldn't dodge and fell down. At this time, the other two men in black were attacking from behind. The sword peaks stabbed Wen Zhiyue's back and chest. When Wen Zhiyue was trapped, Ye Nanxuan galloped over on horseback and fired a crossbow. Facing the man in black behind Wen Zhiyue, Wen Zhiyue tried her best to resist the sword peak of the man in black on her chest.

Because of Ye Nanxuan's arrival, all the men in black were killed after a moment.

Xuemei put away her soft sword and supported Wen Zhiyue who was about to fall.

Ye Nanxuan stepped forward with an indifferent expression, "The princess is seriously injured, why not let Ye Zhao diagnose and treat her first."

Wen Zhiyue motioned to Xuemei to support her and bowed slightly to Ye Nanxuan.

"Thank you, Third Prince." She looked at Ye Zhao, "I have Miss Lao Ye now."

Ye Zhao was startled by Wen Zhiyue's behavior and immediately saluted Wen Zhiyue, "The princess has broken the villain."

Xuemei helped Wen Zhiyue find a tree stump and sit down.

Ye Zhao took out a handkerchief and covered Wen Zhiyue's wrist.

Wen Zhiyue looked at Ye Nanxuan not far away, with tears in her eyes. At this moment, he was wearing purple robes and brocade clothes, with his hair tied up and his nose straight, his face cold but with a slight smile on his lips.

Ye Nanxuan glanced at Wen Zhiyue inadvertently, and with a gesture, the attendant left, and he walked towards Wen Zhiyue.

Shi Zhiyue withdrew her eyes, her gaze indifferent.

Ye Nanxuan looked at Ye Zhao, "How is it?"

Ye Zhao stared at Wen Zhiyue, stood up, and bowed deeply to Wen Zhiyue, "The princess's trauma is not fatal, but the poison is really difficult to cure."

"Yu Jin might be able to figure it out." Ye Nanxuan glanced at Wen Zhiyue.

"The Valley Master is understandable,..."

Before Ye Zhao could finish speaking, Wen Zhiyue fainted in Xuemei's arms.

Her eyes were blurry, and she couldn't hear clearly what they were saying. She slowly closed her eyes, and Xuemei's shouts in her ears gradually disappeared.

["Let me leave, don't imprison my freedom." Wen Zhiyue shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Yu Jin has already said that you have been bewitched. If you bear it for a while, Yu Jin will get the medicine back and you will be fine." Ye Nanxuan patiently comforted you.

Wen Zhiyue felt upset, as if she was being urged. She picked up the teacup on the table and smashed it on her head.

Ye Nanxuan moved his body quickly, protecting Wen Zhiyue's head with his arms, and the teacup hit his shoulder blade hard.

Ah!

Ye Nanxuan let out a muffled groan that made Wen Zhiyue stunned for a while.

Seeing his brows furrowed in pain, Wen Zhiyue was about to step forward to check whether Ye Nanxuan was seriously injured, when her heart suddenly started to hurt.

The pain made her lose her mind again. She pushed Ye Nanxuan away, picked up the pieces of the tea cup and cut her wrist.

One hand grabbed Wen Zhiyue's wrist, and the teacup fragments scratched the back of Ye Nanxuan's hand. Blood flowed on the back of his hand to the fingers and wrist. Wen Zhiyue was frightened by the bleeding. She covered her head and shouted loudly: "Let me out, let me out." Then she slammed her head against the goalpost.

Ye Nanxuan grabbed Wen Zhiyue and protected her in his arms, "I will let you go, and I will let you take the summons letter that Yu Wenjing wants with you. I hope this summons letter can protect your life."

In the afternoon of that day, Wen Zhiyue got the call letter and took Ye Zhao with her, traveling day and night. The moment she handed the call letter to her, Yu Wenjing poured a cup of antidote, cut off her limbs, and pulled out her tongue.

Outside the Juxian Pavilion, Ye Nanxuan, wearing armor and holding a sharp sword, gradually disappeared.

Wen Zhiyue desperately shouted Ye Nanxuan's name, but no sound came out. 】

In the main room of Feiyue Courtyard in Feixue Village, Wen Zhiyue held Ye Nanxuan's hand and refused to let go, shouting Ye Nanxuan's name over and over again.

Ye Nanxuan looked indifferent, with doubts and embarrassment in his heart.

He looked at Wen Zhiyue, who was pale and in pain, with a trace of pity on his face.

In order to prevent Wen Zhiyue from being trapped in the nightmare, he whispered Wen Zhiyue's name.

As if hearing Ye Nanxuan's voice, the painful look on Wen Zhiyue's face slowly eased, and finally a smile remained on her face.