Don't be tempted, sir

Early the next morning

The Saint sat high up in the Golden Palace and looked at the two of them. "Last night, a villain broke into my medicine cabinet and stole my medicine. Did you two know that?"

Song Xiaoyuan said calmly, "I don't know. Today we are here to say goodbye to the Holy Lord. Since we can't get the medicine, we will leave."

"Oh~ Did you really not get the medicine? Envoy Song, there were three of you when you came, where is the other one?"

"Replying to Saint Lord, Saint Lord has been delaying handing over the antidote. Shen Changqing is that man's younger brother, so he has left to find another way."

"How? Are you sure it wasn't your envoy Song who stole the antidote and asked him to go and deliver the medicine first?"

"......" Song Xiaoyuan was speechless, and the Saint said

"Emissary Song is very skilled. If Alianyi is like a wolf, then you, Song Xiaoyuan, are like a leopard. After all, it is Alianyi who saved me. I will not blame you for stealing the medicine. However... if Alianyi is not saved, you can leave a leopard for me! Not bad!"

Zhao Chongtai heard this and said, "Maybe the Holy Lord saw that the Liao Kingdom was about to be taken into his possession, and he would not give up until he achieved his goal... He must be going too far."

"Too much? I am too much? Isn't it the envoy from Song who came uninvited to steal the medicine that is too much?"

"Come here! Capture these two people. They dare to steal my elixir. Kill them!"

Song Xiaoyuan and Zhao Chongtai stood back to back, watching the slowly approaching Jin Jun. They were a little embarrassed because they had taken off their weapons when entering the palace. The two could only fight with their bare hands. Song Xiaoyuan was agile and did not suffer any loss. He immediately led the struggling Zhao Chongtai out of the palace.

The saintly lady, who was watching a play, said, "Song Xiaoyuan, I like you too! But... I have more important things to do."

Ah Wu and others came with swords. Ah Wu saw the young master fighting and threw his sword, "Young master, Lord Zhao, take the sword!"

Zhao Chongtai took the knife and seemed to be back on the battlefield, with the same courage as before. The remaining seven people fought desperately and escaped from the Qiang palace. "Go! Go quickly! Protect Lord Song! I will cover you!" the brave Zhao Chongtai shouted.

Song Xiaoyuan was hit by an arrow, his back and chest were cut. It seemed that he was targeting Shen Changqing, as if he wanted to see what Song Xiaoyuan looked like when he was red-eyed with killing intent. Although Song Xiaoyuan was attacked from both sides and bleeding profusely, he did not show any anger at all. If he was possessed by a demon, his eyes revealed a cold and fierce look as if he had already been possessed by a demon.

The Saint watched Song Xiaoyuan quickly cut off the arrow on his shoulder and slowly killed them. She said to the people around her, "Let them go."

Zhao Chongtai and Awu, who were still fighting desperately, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as they watched the imperial guards gradually leave...

Song Xiaoyuan's voice came from behind, "Go, go!"

Then only four of the seven were left. They clenched their swords and quickly disappeared outside the palace gate.

The saint seemed to enjoy the cat-and-mouse process and sneered, "Go--notify the city gates, close them and catch the rebels!"

"Yes, Holy Lord."

The four men fled to the city gate on horseback, and Zhao Chongtai rushed forward to stop them. Seeing that it was too late, he could only draw his sword and fight with them. At this moment, Song Xiaoyuan was covered in blood and pale. He thrust his sword into the gate mechanism and said, "Master Zhao, go! Go!" Then the four men abandoned their horses and got out through the gap in the gate. Then the gate mechanism broke the sword and the gate fell.

General Xu and his companions, who had been waiting in Fenglin Bay, looked at the signal fire from the Qiang State in the distance, saying in shock, "Let's go! We can't wait here any longer! I'm afraid we won't be able to wait any longer! Soldiers, follow me, let's go forward to meet them."

As they approached the Qiang city gate, they saw Song Xiaoyuan and others being supported by Awu, being chased by Qiang soldiers. Xu Shanran rode forward and shouted, "Kill!"

Afterwards, the two armies engaged in battle, and Xu Shanran handed the horse to Awu. Awu pulled Song Xiaoyuan up to the horse, and everyone else got on the horse.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Song Xiaoyuan, who fell on Awu's back, had lost too much blood and was unconscious...

After returning to the military camp, Xu Shanran hurriedly called out, "Camp doctor! Call the camp doctor!"

The camp doctor rushed over, cut off Song Xiaoyuan's clothes, disinfected and sewed his stitches. "General, Sir Song's previous injuries were minor, but the knife wound on his back and the arrow wound on his right shoulder are more serious. I can only do my best."

General Xu responded, "Hurry, hurry, hurry. Please save your life. Is this arrow wound poisonous? Don't get hit by the saint's poisonous arrow again."

"My Lord, it's not poisonous. It's just that the feather arrows used by the Royal Guards are not the poison arrows used by the Saint."

"Imperial Guards! Sir Song's journey is truly extremely dangerous..."

Then the camp doctor pulled out the arrow for Song Xiaoyuan. The unconscious Song Xiaoyuan seemed to have let down his guard. At this moment, he was sweating profusely and couldn't help but frown and muttered "It hurts..."