The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

"There's someone on the roof!"

Lu Lin's eyes flashed, and he quickly moved to the window, grabbed the wooden edge with his hands, and climbed up like a swallow.

Lu Rui moved with the movement, drew his sword and blocked in front of Chu Yizhao. His round pupils were blank and unfocused, but the silver sword in his hand was flashing with cold light.

Feng Huahe lowered his head and hid behind Chu Yizhao in a cowardly manner. It was not until he heard the sound of fighting on the roof that he suddenly remembered, "Chi? Isn't that my employer?!"

"Old man, you finally remembered."

A figure walked in from the door.

Chu Yizhao stabbed Feng Huahe with murderous eyes and ordered, "Chop off his hand!"

Lu Rui took the order and stabbed Feng Huahe with his sword.

“Hey, hey!” Feng Huahe was so scared that he ran around with his head in his hands, “Lao Chi, help me!”

The sword that was within reach was deflected by a snow-white spear. The man stood in front of Fenghuahe and said in a stern voice with a hint of laughter, "Little girl, you are so angry. Haven't you learned to respect the old and love the young?"

Chu Yizhao looked intently. Under the dim light, a man in a dark robe stood with a gun in his hand. His arm, which was exposed through the robe, lifted up the cloak, revealing a narrow-sleeved silver suit, a thin black belt, and a gold-inlaid jade plate hanging from the waist buckle, barely covering half of his waist.

The man had sharp features, and his eyebrows were too unrestrained and exaggerated to make it difficult to tell his actual age. His narrow eyes contained a hint of playful coldness, and there was a small mole in the corner of his eye, which was also hardened by ice and snow in the cold night.

Such a stern look.

The fighting on the roof continued, and this person did not come alone.

Chu Yizhao didn't mind being exposed. The disguise was not very good. But she didn't expect Fenghuahe to call for help so early.

"Respect the elder, is he worthy? He dared to steal my medicine. I wanted to settle the score with him tomorrow morning. Now that the backer is here..."

She raised her eyebrows, "You're paying for him?"

The purple-robed man turned his head to look at the old man behind him, his eyes blazing, "Did you steal someone's things?"

Morality and guilty conscience, "Who... who stole it... don't talk nonsense."

He just hid some.

A peanut.

It’s such a good thing, why not study it?

Chu Yizhao crossed his arms and said, "There's no point in stealing it, idiot. Even if I break it into pieces and feed it to you, you won't be able to eat it."

The purple-robed man glanced at Xie Xiwen, who was lying sick on the bed, and said in a cold voice, "No matter what, you kidnapped my guest without permission and delayed important matters. This time, I cannot let you off easily."

Chu Yizhao understood what he said and looked at the trembling Feng Huahe, "Did you talk nonsense to him?"

"How can this be nonsense! Didn't you tie me up?" Fenghuahe Gengtou said.

"That's true. You are all birds of a feather." Chu Yizhao didn't care much and pointed at the man in purple robe and shouted, "Rui Rui, kill him!"

Lu Rui received the order, raised his hand and drew his sword, attacking the man's vital point. The man in purple robe raised his eyes slightly, suddenly kicked the butt of the gun, and the gun was suspended in the air and was held in his hand.

The silver spear tassel made a solemn sound, and he clenched the spear with both hands to block. The black iron spear was pressed against the sword tip, and there was a clanging sound, and a chill was stirring, making a buzzing sound.

The purple-robed man raised a hint of admiration in his eyes, "Kid, you are quite strong."

Lu Rui doesn't like to talk nonsense when fighting. His silent and sharp round eyes lose their innocence, leaving behind a murderous intent.

The man in front of him had a smile on his voice, a smile on his lips, a smile in his eyes, but he was so cold that it made people shudder. The snow on his purple robe and black hair gathered at the tip of his gun, ready to be fired.

He felt threatened, and a strong ruthless spirit rose in his heart. He tilted his wrist and drew his sword, then turned and stabbed the man's right neck. The man had a cold look on his face, turned his gun to block the attack, dodged to the left, and then pulled back and pushed the gun. The sharp blade swiftly broke through the air, and the silver tip pointed directly at Lu Rui's face.

The two men were swift and equally matched in the cramped house.

On par, but can cause accidental injuries.

After the third time of sawdust flying everywhere, Xie Xiwen could only hug the quilt and squeeze into the corner, his face horrified, "Bed..."

The bed board was broken, the window frame was pried open and disappeared, and the vast sea of ​​flying deep blue snowflakes floated in the rectangular frame at night, forming a unique Jiangbei frame view.

Chu Yizhao had no intention of appreciating the scenery, and his footsteps quietly moved up and down the chaotic weathering and…

The lights outside the house suddenly lit up, and dull footsteps were heard on the stairs. The violent movement startled other people in the inn.

There were two more clanging sounds. This time, Lu Rui was defeated and was forced to retreat again and again by the spear. He only managed to steady himself after the cold sword stuck into the floor. Ripples appeared in his round and blunt eyes, and waves of anger and bloodshot were visible in his eyes.

The purple-robed man turned the gun flower and raised his chin slightly, like frost in winter, arrogant and domineering, "Too young."

Lu Rui held the sword and glared, "Come again!"

"You've already lost."

"Yeah."

A clear voice cut through the air.

That night, the shopkeeper went upstairs to check who was trying to demolish the house. When he arrived, the originally flat room was dilapidated and leaky. White snow drifted in through the bare windows with the whistling north wind. Three robes in white, purple and green stood in a row, and the wide robes rustled in the wind.

But in the blink of an eye, the purple-robed man picked up the vomiting old man and walked away with his cloak fluttering up and down, and threw down a gray purse bag.

The young Taoist priest smiled and bowed to him, pointing at the cloth bag on the ground and said, "I have some old grudges, and I am sorry to bother you, shopkeeper. Please open two more upper rooms as compensation."

The shopkeeper picked it up and weighed it. It was too heavy. He was about to ask for the money back when a gray skirt fell into the tiles with snowflakes. The silver sword dripped blood. He slowly raised his head. There was a big hole in the roof. There was also a big hole in his heart. A cold wind blew in...

This time, enough is enough.

On the morning of the Li day, Xie Xiwen bid farewell to the three people at the door of the inn. His green robe was blown up by the wind, and his wrists were wrapped with circles of bandages. His thin shoulders were straight, and his lips were pale due to the pain, but he still insisted on watching the three people leave.

The green mountains hang low and the wide sleeves flutter.

As the carriage moved, Chu Yizhao raised the curtain and looked back. His lonely and tough figure was lost in the wind and snow, and a hint of green could be vaguely detected in the vast white.

"Scholars..."

The whispers were dispelled by the heavy snow.

...

The first snow falls gently, like a god stepping into the world for the first time and being extremely gentle to all things. The second snow falls suddenly, like a god roaring in anger after experiencing all the suffering and karma.

The snow in Shangjing City was heavier than that in Jiangyang City. After only twenty miles, the carriage drove from the thin layer of snow into the thick cotton snow that was knee-deep.

Later, the wheels sank into the cold, slippery and thick snow, and the car could not move forward at all. Even the neighing of the horse could not move at all.

Chu Yizhao got off the carriage to check, and the horse pulling the carriage blinked its big eyes and looked at her innocently.

Chu Yizhao: “…”

It was an extremely cold day, and the paste applied on the surface was cold, hard and sticky, so Chu Yizhao and his group returned to their original appearance.

At this time, there was a violent blizzard outside. The snowflakes in the clouds condensed into ice bars and drifted across his cheeks, which hurt like a knife. Lu Rui touched his red face. His long eyelashes were pressed against the white snow, and he could hardly open his eyes. "Beard..."

Miss the beard.

Chu Yizhao was wearing a bamboo hat. Snowflakes fell on him but did not melt before forming another layer. The accumulated snow covered him and he soon became a snowman.

She turned her head and saw nothing but white in front and behind, without even a ghost in sight.

Amidst the whistling wind and the roaring snow, Chu Yizhao raised his voice and asked Lu Lin, "We are close to the narrow road to Shangjing. If we walk, I wonder how long it will take."

The wheels were frozen too solid. Lu Lin stood up, stepped on the wheel tracks and jumped to the top. He looked into the distance and estimated, "It's too far. We can't get through."

The official road connecting the official roads outside Shangjing City is called the Narrow Road. Entering the Narrow Road means entering Shangjing. The prince will send people to meet you there. This is the difficult part.

Even when there is no snow, it would take an hour or so to walk this road. Moreover, the snow is already up to the lady's knees and the snow is likely to continue. Abandoning the car and moving forward would not only make people suffer, but also make it difficult for the flowers to pass. It is not a wise move.

The three people and the horse were stuck in the snow, speechless for a moment. Chu Yizhao squatted on the car board, and Lu Lin stood in the snow holding an umbrella to block the wind for her.

"If the snow doesn't stop, how can we go back?"

The two of them were watching Lu Rui squatting beside the horse's head and making a snowman with a giggle, his face red from the cold wind, looking like a monkey's butt.

I lost the fight last night and was so angry that I couldn’t sleep the whole night, but now I’m fine now.

"Ugh…"

Chu Yizhao sighed, "It's so good to not have any worries in your heart."

"Someone..."