[Female general of the Yang family] Husband's rescue plan

Today the sky is high and the clouds are light, the wind and the sun are beautiful.It's a good day to travel.

Mu Ke's village is full of people coming and going.

"Miss."

"What's the matter?" Wen Qing was stopped by a soldier as soon as he left the gate of Mu Kezhai.

"A kid asked me to hand this to you."

Wen Qing took it.It's a little note.She opened it: "Come to the top of Muke Mountain quickly. Gui Yingliu." It was in my sister's handwriting.

"Did anything unusual happen in the village today?" Wen Qing asked.

"No. Everything is normal." After Xiaobing finished beating seriously, he asked uncertainly, "Miss, what happened?"

Wen Qing said: "No. Take good care of it and don't slack off."

"Yes."

Mount Muk Peak

Wen Qing was very careful along the way, but did not find any possible signs.There are no special traces of woods, lawns, and paths.

Maybe I was thinking too much.Wen Qing thought so.

However, she immediately paid the price for letting her guard down.

Wen Qing drove to the top of the mountain and there was no one there, so he shouted a few times.It was not Mu Guiying who emerged, but a Liao man.

"Hahaha..." More than forty people and twenty archers surrounded Wen Qing layer by layer.

She had no time to escape.

The Liao people laughed wantonly, and in their eyes Wen Qing was like a turtle in an urn.

Ma Tuwen said: "Mu, Wen, Qing, let's see where are you running away?"

Wen Qing sneered: "I don't know who it is, but it's just a group of rats and ants fleeing in disorder. Why, were you kicked out by Empress Dowager Xiao?"

"Hmph, without Yang Zongbao, you can't be successful."

"Spit (qi), without me, I never saw you beat Yang Zongbao."

"Sharp teeth, sharp mouth, let's see how long you can do it?"

"Until you die."

"Fire arrows."

All of a sudden, a black light struck.

Wen Qing's soft sword touched the ground, and rose into the air in relay, dodging a wave of arrows.With a flick of the sword's edge, a cloud of dust was stirred up, covering the archer's sight.In just a few seconds, several Liao people fell down—sealed their throats with a sword.

Ma Tuwen said: "It doesn't matter whether you live or die. It's good to recognize the dead body; lest the national teacher will not recognize our contribution."

Wen Qing was about to strike at that moment, when her right hand suddenly ached sorely that her arm was numb from the pain.The silver soft sword was immediately separated from the finger, and fell to the ground with a "bang" sound.

Wen Qing's pupils suddenly dilated.

Winning or losing is just overnight.That moment, just a moment, was enough for Flying Scissors with a cold light to suddenly appear in front of him.

Wen Qing's heart constricted for an instant, and his mind was completely blank.

A close call.

Wen Qing's brain could no longer think.At the time of crisis, a silver light flashed.

Arrow, into two pieces.

In an instant, a big rough hand grabbed her arm and protected her behind him.

The flying ink-colored hair was intertwined, and it was impossible to tell who belonged to whom.

The man held her catkin and interlocked his fingers.Fastened tightly and cannot be separated.

He made a gap.The two kept retreating, and the Liao people pressed forward step by step.

The broad shoulders completely blocked her.Wen Qing couldn't see the enemy directly in front of her, and she believed that the enemy couldn't hurt her either.Because that man protected her tightly.The rain of arrows all over the sky was blocked by him.Even if there are occasional sneak attacks by Liao soldiers, the red tasseled spear will protect her completely.

Wen Qing's heart stagnates, her throat is burning with pain.His voice was choked with sobs: "Yang Zongbao, why are you here?"

"save you."

How to describe the mood at that time?A long time later, even when Wen Qing was gray-haired, she was still thinking: what kind of mood was it at the beginning?Under the shadow of swords and swords, since when did Yang Zongbao's handsome and extraordinary face make her feel at ease.

"Kill me! Kill! Kill!"

So many elite masters couldn't hurt them, Ma Tuwen couldn't calm down.

Yang Zongbao picked up a pool of dust with his long spear, and grabbed Wen Qing: "Let's go."

He took her in a hop, onto a horse.

Wen Qing was sitting in front, Yang Zongbao hugged her tightly and pulled the rein: "Drive."

The white horse rose in shock.

Ma Tuwen was furious: "What are you doing in a daze, chase after!"

How can a person's speed compare with a horse that travels hundreds of miles a day.

Seeing that the target was about to disappear, Ma Tuwen couldn't care less.He picked up the bow and arrow and shot at the horse.

"Whoosh—" the arrow pierced the reins.

The white horse was frightened, and immediately swayed from side to side, trying to throw the person on its back away.

Wen Qing was weak and shook the most.

Yang Zongbao held her tightly in his arms.Bend over to reduce impact.

"Whoosh—" the arrow pierced the rein again.Wen Qing's foot slipped and rolled down.

"Qing'er!"

"what……"

gravel, loess.The sharp edges and corners stabbed her delicate skin and scratched her dress.

Seeing that he could not hold her hand, Yang Zongbao jumped onto the horse without any hesitation.He hugged her.Protect Wen Qing's head and body.

Her face was buried in his chest.Hot, strong, hard to breathe.Yang Zongbao's heartbeat was rapid and powerful.It gave her a great sense of security.

However, God is playing tricks on people. Under the slope, there is a cliff.

Ma Tuwen stopped them until they fell off the cliff before stroking their beards in peace: "Let's go to Mu Kezhai."

A cloudy wind hangs from the top of the mountain.All is at peace.Only scattered weapons and corpses tell what happened here.

At the bottom of the cliff, Yang Zongbao grabbed the strange rock protruding from the j□j, and above it was a tree trunk protruding horizontally.Wen Qing is hanging on it.

Wen Qing kept changing hands, trying to use his arms to support himself up.However, the strength of the arms is too small, and it takes [-]% of the strength just to hang on it, let alone climb up.

"Hehe." Yang Zongbao looked at him and smiled.

Wen Qing asked with difficulty: "What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at you for working so hard and still not getting up."

"Wen Qing looked down. Her feet were in the air, and she was in the abyss; it made her dizzy. She said in a tenacious voice: 'You, no, you didn't come up. What's so funny.'"

"Ha ha."

"Stop laughing. I can't hold on anymore."

The sweat secreted from her hands made her almost unable to grasp it.

Wen Qing started to shake.Yang Zongbao kicked his feet and used his arms to climb up.

Wen Qing has had enough rest and is ready for World War II.As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw Yang Zongbao sitting on top of her.

The right side of the same tree trunk.

One is leisurely and relaxed, and her hard work has become two extremes.

This, this bastard!Wen Qing said that the girlish feelings generated by the previous hero saving the beauty have turned into butterflies and flew away.

Yang Zongbao watched the scenery for a while, and finally looked down on her under Wen Qing's glaring gaze.

He smiled and held out his hand.

Wen Qing exerted the last [-]% of his strength, and slapped Yang Zongbao's hand vigorously with the spirit of being a soldier who can be killed but not humiliated.

Not enough strength, not enough aim, not enough height.As a result, Yang Zongbao grabbed her greasy little hand and lifted her up.

Wen Qing was out of breath.

Yang Zongbao took the opportunity to rest Wen Qing's head on his shoulder, and patted her back with his big hand to help her feel better.

His chin rested on Wen Qing's head, making him feel at ease.No one knew how nervous and scared he was at the critical moment.

After Wen Qing's breathing calmed down, Yang Zongbao let go of her without a trace.

"Why did you go to the top of the mountain alone?"