Wei Yangmou

Han Yan huddled under the quilt, calmed down not long after, and also felt that she was ridiculous, obviously not alone, how could that generation of emperors treat her so considerately, and even defended herself everywhere.

It is about the commonality of emperors...

Han Yan buried her head in the quilt and slowly huddled into a ball. After the matter was dealt with outside, the convoy started to move slowly again. Han Yan was drowsy, as if the corner of the quilt was tucked in for him, and Han Yan moved He moved his body, still not quite used to such care, even though he liked it in his heart.

But this is not right, Han Yan is a little confused about her own thoughts, probably because of mental sleepiness.

So his thinking became a little dull. He thought for a long time in a daze, but he couldn't figure out what he was thinking until he really fell asleep.

But after only a short moment, he woke up again. Two of them appeared in his mind, one was smiling and the other was indifferent. They both looked at him and said, "Han Yan..."

This scene was a bit scary for Han Yan. He opened his eyes and felt cold.

The surroundings were a little dark, Han Yan thought, probably at night, the carriage had already stopped, and they probably couldn't catch up with Sutou, and they lived in the wild.

I don't know if I have eaten, Han Yan sat up thinking about it, and was about to call Han Cheng over, but suddenly a light was lit in the carriage, and she was sitting by the light and looking at herself, her eyes were unblinking, her eyes were full of sternness and explore.

Han Yan's heart skipped a beat, and for some reason, she panicked: "Your Highness..."

He said, suddenly his body tightened, and a voice sounded from behind: "Wang Sun's memory is really bad, don't you want to punish you alone?"

Han Yan froze for a moment, ignoring the awkward posture, turned around to look, but saw smiling at herself, although there was still a sharp look in her brows and eyes, but her eyes were full of teasing, just like usual.

"you……"

Han Yan turned her head back again, only to see that there was another one sitting under the lamp, looking at him with a somewhat unfriendly gaze, with condemnation in it, as sharp as a knife.

"Han Yan, you really let me down."

The person under the lamp said that his eyes were very similar to the last time he looked at himself. Han Yan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, her breathing was short of breath, her face turned pale, and she held the quilt tightly with both hands.

However, another pair of hands reached out to gently hold his hand, straightened it for him, and slowly rubbed his palm: "Did Wang Sun startled? His palms are sweaty."

Han Yan turned her head stiffly and looked at the person behind her. The other person's expression on her was still relaxed, but her gaze became stern.

He sighed: "Wang Sun, is Gu just a stand-in?"

Han Yan opened her mouth, the "no" was stuck in her throat, but she couldn't say it out.

The three of them were silent for a long time, and the one behind him sighed: "Forget it, Gu He ever forced him, if that's the case, you can let him go back."

Pushing him from behind, Han Yan's body fell out of the quilt and fell in front of him under the lamp, but the man just looked down at him and said in a low voice, "I will still ask for dirty things." ?"

Those behind him also sneered: "What a coincidence, I don't like fake things either."

"Then kill it."

Han Yan watched as she slowly pulled out the long sword at her waist and pressed it against his throat, but her body seemed to be tied up, unable to move at all.

The person behind clapped his hands and said coldly: "Drag it out before killing, don't dirty the lonely carriage."

The person under the lamp glanced at him, then swung his long sword and opened the curtain of the car. A strong and dazzling light burst in from outside the car, but Han Yan only felt the cold air blowing on his face, and the cold air that was more piercing than the cold air. The sword light.

"Han Yan, Han Yan!"

Han Yan opened his eyes in a daze, and there was darkness in front of his eyes. His heart skipped a beat, and he sat up suddenly, rubbing the car body and shrunk into the corner.

Touching his forehead, he looked at him unkindly: "He's such an old man, he doesn't know how to take care of himself."

Han Yan looked at him suspiciously, stretched out her hand and slowly rubbed it carefully on the smooth car wall, for fear that another one would appear behind him in the next moment, holding him and calling "Wang Sun".

Seeing that he was in a daze and didn't speak, just staring at him blankly, his anger dropped a bit earlier, and he reached out to wipe his sweat, seeing Han Yan's evasive look, he immediately became impatient and grabbed Grabbing his shoulder, he pulled him over.

Han Yan bumped into his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, let out a breath slowly.

"Your Highness... Han Yan..."

"Shut up." After glaring at him, Han Yan obediently closed her mouth, listening to the heartbeat in her ear, feeling lucky for the rest of her life after the catastrophe.

She looked at him calmly, and saw that he was clinging to her body tightly, with a hint of dependence in her eyes.

Immediately, his heart softened, and he wrapped him up with a quilt, and then gave him the medicine that was hanging on the small table.

"You have a cold, the doctor came to see you, and you need recuperation."

Han Yan frowned and poured all the medicine into her mouth, her face wrinkled slightly.

Kissed the corner of his mouth, but the tone was a bit harsh: "Don't get sick if you are afraid of suffering."

Han Yan pursed her lips. He never argued with him, and he did whatever he said.

"Sleep for a while, and then have lunch."

Han Yan nodded, and just about to close her eyes, she suddenly realized something was wrong. It was Sishi when they left Chang'an, and the delay on the road was so long, no matter what, it should be after lunch.

Could it be that he has slept the whole night?

"Your Highness, in another hour, we will be able to arrive at Shanhe County."

He agreed, and said: "Don't worry, the road will be smoother."

Han Cheng responded with a smile, and after a cup of tea, he said again: "Doctor He is here to give you a pulse."

Then the curtain of the car was opened again, and the doctor sent by Princess Pingyang got in.

Han Yan was taken aback for a moment, this is actually a young man, it is also rare to be appreciated by Princess Pingyang despite his young age.

Dr. He bowed down to salute the two, then took Han Yan's hand, lifted up his sleeves, and put his wrist on the pulse pillow.

Neither of them spoke, Qi Qi looked at Dr. He who was taking the pulse, the young man was sweating on his forehead, insisted on finishing the pulse, and said very fast: "The queen is fine, but she is usually worried If it's too much, if you let go of your mind, it's okay not to take medicine."

After finishing speaking, he carefully looked at the two of them, and seeing that neither of them had any intention of speaking, he hastily wiped the sweat from his forehead, left a sentence of "Farewell, Caomin", and hurriedly got out of the carriage.

Turning to look at Han Yan, but didn't ask him why he was so worried.

Han Yan herself was also confused, and was a little embarrassed to be seen, so she got under the quilt again.

There was no movement behind him, and he didn't know what he was doing, but there was no sound at all.

Han Yan felt uncomfortable, turned over to look, but saw the other party looking at him straightly, this should have been a tacit understanding, but because of Han Yan's frightening dream just now, it turned out to be very strange. As for Han Yan's opinion.The next moment, he would draw out his long sword and stab himself.

And sure enough, she came closer, Han Yan shrank back, and seeing her frowning slightly, she slowly moved back, but she didn't know how to speak.

"Han Yan..."

Sighed, Han Yan was made very uncomfortable by this sigh.

Without waiting for the two to say anything else, Han Cheng suddenly shouted: "There are assassins, protect Your Highness!"

His eyes froze, his ears moved, and he heard the sound of breaking through the air. He pulled Han Yan, wrapped him tightly in the quilt, held him in his arms, punched the roof of the car, and jumped up with Han Yan. The sharp arrow almost hit the bottom of his feet and shot the car into a sieve.

And even though he was in mid-air, there were several people behind him who raised their knives and slashed at him.

He turned around and kicked a few people down, and because of his lack of strength, he also fell to the ground. During the fall, he drew out the long sword at his waist, intending to take advantage of the time when these people didn't get up, and make up for it.

Unexpectedly, those people, without exception, vomited blood and died immediately.

He moved his feet, glanced at the corpses, and saw that the chests were all sunken, which was obviously due to his kick.

The assassins were startled by his ferocity, and even flinched a little.

The Yulin army seized the opportunity and rushed forward with high morale - they still didn't dare to return to Chang'an halfway, so they could only stay.

As if they wanted to vent all the grievances they suffered yesterday on them, the Imperial Forest Army looked very brave.

These people are just ordinary masters, they can't be compared with alchemists, and after being frightened like this, their momentum will weaken a lot, and they will be dispersed like chickens and ducks by the Imperial Forest Army.

Han Yan struggled with the quilt, and quickly flipped the quilt for him so that he could expose his head.

Han Cheng smiled and walked over again, stared at Han Yan for a long time before looking away, and said: "Your Highness, a total of eight died, one of the servants hacked to death, and the Imperial Forest Army hacked to death two, Your Highness One kicked five to death."

He watched, his eyes sparkled, and he waved his five fingers.

He was not as excited as he was. He just glanced at Han Yan and saw that he was unharmed, so he nodded and told Han Cheng: "Go and check the body."

Han Cheng went excitedly.

Han Yan looked at his back and didn't know what to say for a moment. He seemed to have completely forgotten that he was also his master.

He carried Han Yan into the car again. Although the roof was gone, it could still barely block the wind.

"Let's talk."

Said, without giving Han Yan a chance to refuse, she shook him out of the quilt abruptly, pressed him on her thigh, covered him again, and stretched her hand in.

Han Yan was taken aback for a moment, and turned her head to look hard, completely unaware of what they needed to talk about.

But she had already put her hand on his hip, and said in a dangerous tone: "Yan should know what will happen to the bully."

Han Yan shrank her pupils and looked at it suspiciously, but the other party only gave him a cool look, and pressed his palm on his buttocks threateningly.

Han Yan's nervousness just now disappeared, and she realized what she was going to do with this posture, and said in embarrassment: "Your Highness..."

I gave him a slap on the buttocks, it didn't hurt, but the sound was a bit loud, Han Yan's whole body became hot, the temperature of her blood almost burned her to death, she became more and more speechless, her mind went blank, as if everything His sanity was burned.

But I heard a persuasive voice in an extremely sincere tone that I had never used before: "Queen, be careful with your words."