Are you in the Shura field today?

"Why are you!" Wen Mingran seemed more concerned about her being injured than being assassinated.

"It's okay, hiss—" Li Zuoqing brushed her hand away, but gasped for breath because of the pulling of the flesh, the wound on the hand was bubbling with blood, which stained the cuff and dripped down patter.

Not long ago, when dealing with the prefect of Du, it felt as simple as clearing a game. However, these three real wounds made her wake up, realizing that she was still a mortal, and if she died before the end, it would be considered a mortal. Did not complete the task.

But the killing frequency is too high!

Li Zuoqing complained in her heart, as if she hadn't lived many leisurely days since she came here.

"Your Highness will stay in the carriage, and I will bandage you." Wen Mingran's eyes suddenly sharpened.

She grabbed a piece of soft and clean cloth inside the car, pulled out a hairpin decorated with magnolia tassels, and neatly cut the corner of the cloth.

With the sound of "呲啦", Wen Mingran tore the cloth expressionlessly.

"Your Highness Lang Yu, raise your hand." Wen Mingran smiled and stretched out his hand towards her.

"Oh, oh!" Li Zuoqing was surprised by this series of coherent movements.

Although it is still very gentle, it feels a lot tougher.

The sound of blades clinking outside the carriage also stimulated her nerves, Li Zuoqing thought flawlessly, and put her injured left wrist in Wen Mingran's palm.

"This can only stop the bleeding simply, and we must take the medicine properly when we go back." Wen Mingran frowned when he quickly bandaged her, her eyes showed obvious worry and pain, but out of habit, she still smiled soothingly Curved lip corners.

Li Zuoqing did not show any fear, but seemed to have anticipated this, and speculated: "There was something strange on the way we came to Lizhou before, presumably it was done by the same people, maybe they were lying in ambush to assassinate me Long."

The tree trunk that fell across the convoy that night had a flat cut surface, obviously someone squatted to watch the opportunity and did it deliberately.

Although nothing happened that night, she still hadn't completely let go of her doubts. It turned out that for the assassin, the timing hadn't come yet.

"But who is it?" Want to put her, the current eldest daughter of the emperor, to death?

In terms of power, according to the plot of the original book, the eldest prince's hatred towards her is not too high now, so there is no reason to risk being exposed in front of Sun Wei to assassinate her.

Emotionally, could it be the fault of the original owner's rotten ass and debts?

Li Zuoqing rubbed his nose inexplicably, thinking wildly, who knows which woman who was heartbroken by the original owner might even hold a grudge because Li Zuoqing was sent away for the second time, so she wants to take revenge on her.

It's not that there is no basis, there is really a lesson learned from Yue Xinghui...

Thinking of this, her eyes suddenly became deeper, and her heart was deeply saddened.

If there is such a possibility, maybe Lin Qiwu also has a reason to assassinate her, for example, he finally figured out that he wants to join hands with her elder brother, so he solved his own obstacle, or he felt that his previous refusal had disgraced the prime minister's mansion. .

Li Zuoqing pursed her lips tightly, her distrust of this world made her subconsciously exude an aura of vigilance, which also made Wen Mingran aware of it.

Wen Mingran slightly closed the hand holding the eldest princess's injured left wrist, she was unable to answer the conversation, and her heart was filled with endless self-blame.

Lang Yu asked her who came to assassinate her, but she knew very well in her heart that this must be the assassin sent by the eldest prince.

She remembered that the eldest prince asked her to get close to the eldest princess earlier, and also asked her to pass a letter to him when the eldest princess had any movements.

It was she who exposed Lang Yu's whereabouts in Lizhou and put her in danger.

——But one day, she will obey the eldest prince's orders and attack Li Zuoqing with blades.

However, even at this level, she lowered her eyes and saw the blood oozing from Li Zuoqing's left wrist, her heart couldn't help but hurt.

"Don't." Anything above that is unacceptable anyway.

As if praying for peace, Wen Mingran rested his forehead on Li Zuoqing's fingertips.

"Did you hear any strange noises?"

Li Zuoqing was completely unaware of Wen Mingran's mood, and only listened to the movement around the carriage with bated breath. Except for occasional collisions, the guards reliably stopped the assassin.

"Hey?"

"It's that kind of thing, as if something is burning..." Li Zuoqing's heart became clearer and clearer. It was the sound of the fuse being ignited that she had heard dozens of times in the fireworks village.

"Get out! Get out of the car—" She didn't care that the wound on her hand would be torn, and the fuse burned to the bottom of the car quickly, and she just dragged Wen Mingran out of the carriage.

In less than three seconds, the carriage rushed four or five inches above the ground like a cannonball, the floor of the carriage exploded into debris, and dust poured in all directions, blinding the vision of the surrounding people.

Li Zuoqing rolled Wen Mingran around a few times on the spot, rubbing and pressing with her left hand on the ground, causing her to gnash her teeth in pain.

too difficult!It is so difficult to be the eldest princess now, but she will have to be on the throne in the future.

When she stopped and opened her eyes, the long sword gleaming with white light immediately stabbed towards her without even a chance to catch her breath.

It must be coming for me.Thinking so, Li Zuoqing let go of Wen Mingran and hid to the right.

And Wen Mingran also guessed this, fearing that she would get another injury, the voice calling her name was almost crying.

"Li Zuoqing!"

However, the trajectory of the blade manipulated by the assassin deviated. It was originally going in the direction of the two, but after the two separated, it slashed straight at Wen Mingran.

"Huh?" Li Zuoqing watched helplessly as the assassin who was less than three steps away from her suddenly lost interest in her, brushed past her, and turned his head to stab Wen Mingran with his sword.

What's the matter, this assassin didn't want to hurt her, he only wanted Wen Mingran's life?

The blade is so sharp. In contrast, Wen Mingran, who is unarmed, looks like he could be killed by a knife at any time—the lives of characters in this world are so fragile.

She no longer wants to see a death like Yue Xinghui's.

Li Zuoqing endured the pain and got up from the ground, rushing up to try to hold back the assassin's action—this behavior may have made her regret it afterwards, and she understood the consequences of the conceited consciousness of putting her in the perspective of God—she is not a trader at all No, but a participant with flesh and blood.

Even the assassin did not expect that the eldest daughter of the emperor, whose sleeves were dripping with blood, could still move. When he took over the task, he was told, "This heavenly stem is spoiled and spoiled, and she has never suffered, so don't let her be seriously injured."

So the assassin thought that Li Zuoqing would retreat in the face of difficulties, and even mistakenly thought that the guards were rushing from behind, and reflexively swung his blade backwards.

Accompanied by the short pain and the sound of the eldest princess falling to the ground, all the people present fell into a temporary silence, and then, as if stimulated, everyone burst into emotion and rushed towards him.

Of course the assassin knows how to do it. When it is regarded as the central target, it only needs to find another blackmailer as the target.

Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand to the eldest princess whose eyes were half-closed, but the right hand holding the sword was greeted with a gust of wind.

Di Kun, who was just as weak as a delicate rabbit, suddenly stared at him coldly and angrily. Taking advantage of his distraction, he kicked the sword in his hand away.

The long sword flipped in the air, and both of them flew up on their toes to catch the sword, but it was Wen Mingran who kicked out the sword faster.

She slashed at Li Zuoqing at the same angle as the assassin swung his blade at him, the wound was even deeper, blood splashed into the air from shoulder to chest.

But Wen Mingran still had a smile that didn't relieve his hatred: "You can start to be afraid, because of me, I will definitely not make it easy for you."

She said yes, all the people involved in this assassination will not die easily.

The author has something to say: everything owed will be repaid, and after that, Wen Mingran is mixed with knife sugar.

Although Xin Fei's chapter has not been revealed, in fact, the sooner it is written, the sooner it will end.