[Zhan Zhao] Counseling County Master Chasing Her Husband

Zhan Zhao embraced Zhao Ning in his arms, and the hot breath lingered in her ears, her face immediately turned red, but before she had time to have a charming thought, the light of the knife and the shadow of the sword intertwined under the moonlight, and the warm blood fell on her face.

Zhao Ning opened his eyes wide, speechless in horror.

She has lived two lifetimes inside the high walls of the deep palace, and she is used to seeing flowers and flowers, and peaceful and prosperous times, but she has never seen blood or dead people.

Blood dripped down her cheeks onto her snow-white fox fur cloak, her mind went blank, and she froze in place.

Zhan Zhao's warm palms were slightly callused, and they applied to her eyes that were slightly dull due to excessive fright.

Zhan Zhao leaned over and whispered in her ear: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

Zhan Zhao covered her eyes with one hand, and fought with the assassin with the Juque Sword in the other. The fire that had been burning down the mountain was extinguished, Zhan Zhao frowned slightly, and drew the sword quickly.

Although Zhan Zhao is world-class in martial arts, the assassins who came here are not mediocre. He has Zhao Ning beside him. He is afraid of hurting her, but also afraid of frightening her.

Zhao Ning moved in his arms, Zhan Zhao thought he had frightened her again, and just as he was about to comfort her with a warm voice, her trembling little hand removed his palm that was covering her eyes.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her body was still trembling slightly, but her tone calmed down, and she said to Zhan Zhao, "You don't have to worry about me."

Zhan Zhao smiled, stretched out his hand to rub her head, and put the hood on her cloak on. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the assassin who wanted to take the opportunity to kill him, his face turned cold, and he sent out the Juque Sword.

Rao Zhan Zhao was beside Zhao Ning, warm blood sprayed on her body, she trembled slightly, but she was not as frightened as before.

Only then did Zhan Zhao feel relieved, and he no longer restrained himself.

Strange to say, these assassins attacked him extremely harshly, but when facing Zhao Ning, they seemed a little hesitant.

Zhan Zhao realized this, and quickly made adjustments. He no longer held Zhao Ning in his arms, but held her arm through a thick cotton coat, but protected her around, so as not to let the assassin hurt her.

Seeing this, the assassins hesitated for a moment, but they did not dare to step forward to hurt her.

In this way, Zhan Zhao was about to stand out from the surrounding environment soon, the assassins reacted, wandered around with their exposed eyes, and finally ruthlessly killed Zhao Ning, no longer worried about Zhao Ning.

The long knife was mixed with fierce wind, and it slashed at Zhao Ning. Zhan Zhao's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he was able to block it with a sword, and a strand of long hair fell to the ground.

Zhao Ning hated his frail body for the first time.

If it weren't for her, Zhan Zhao would have already stood out from the encirclement, and would never have been forced to the top of the mountain by these assassins.

Zhan Zhao's sword is more dangerous than a sword, but she can't do anything, she can't do anything, the only thing she can do is to keep calm and keep Zhan Zhao distracted.

Until the sound of howling wind came from behind, and the fox fur cloak on his body swayed slightly, Zhao Ning knew that they were forced to the cliff on the mountain by the assassin.

Her face was covered with warm blood, whether it was Zhan Zhao's or the assassin's.

On the verge of life and death, Zhao Ning miraculously calmed down, she turned around and hugged Zhan Zhao, and whispered, "Jump down."

"There is still a glimmer of life in the jump, save your life first, and then find a way to find Mr. Bao."

Zhan Zhao's eyes changed slightly. With Zhao Ning by his side, he couldn't break out of the encirclement at all. He glanced at the bottomless cliff, then at the assassin who was approaching every step of the way, hugged Zhao Ning, and jumped off the cliff And down.

The moment he jumped off, he asked Zhao Ning: "Does the princess trust me like that?"

The rapid drooping discomfort made Zhao Ning almost faint, and her eyes could not be opened by the strong wind. However, the slightly hoarse breath of the man beside her gave her infinite courage.

She tried to open her eyes, looked at Zhan Zhao who was close at hand, and said loudly, "I don't have any confidence in you!"

"You can't sleep together in life, it's not bad to share the same acupuncture point after death!"

Zhan Zhao's breath was stagnant, and his left hand slowly hugged her tightly. The Juque sword held by his right hand was finally embedded in the stone during the falling process, and it was only a few meters away from the ground at this time.

The discomfort stopped suddenly, Zhao Ning heard a crisp sound, looked up at Zhan Zhao, his face was pale, and his thin lips were tightly pressed.

Zhao Ning quickly let go of him, and rolled all the way to the ground, Zhan Zhao also fell down, lying on the ground, motionless.

Above their heads, the Juque sword was still trembling.

Zhao Ning didn't care about crying out for pain, and didn't care about checking whether he was injured, so he crawled to Zhan Zhao's side and turned him over.

His heroic face was soaked with sweat, his right arm was bent unnaturally, and his right leg was injured at some point. After the blood soaked his clothes, he meandered and flowed on the ground.

Huge fear shrouded her body, Zhao Ning's fingers trembled, to explore Zhan Zhao's breath.

Zhan Zhao smiled, opened his eyes, and said weakly, "I didn't get what the Princess wanted."

Zhao Ning's tears came out all at once.

With Zhan Zhao's appearance, it was obvious that he had been seriously injured. She didn't dare to touch him, she didn't even dare to wipe the blood on his face with a veil, for fear that if she moved a little, Zhan Zhao would die This mountain.

"I lied to you."

Zhao Ning was a little incoherent: "Where is your injury? I... what can I do for you?"

Zhan Zhao's face was pale, but he didn't see much pain, he just frowned slightly, and said softly to Zhao Ning, "It's nothing, just a broken arm and a little injury on the leg."

Speaking of this, he paused, and said calmly: "Please trouble the princess, help Zhan to pick up a few branches... fix his arm."

"well."

Zhao Ning quickly stood up, took off the fox fur cloak and covered him with the utmost gentleness, and then ran to look for branches.

Picking and picking, he took a lot of branches back.

Zhan Zhao sat up slowly, ripped off the clothes on his right arm with his left hand, held the wrist, and put the bones back in place.

A crisp sound made Zhao Ning's heart tremble again, and his body trembled slightly.

Zhan Zhao poker-facedly picked out one of the branches she had picked up, biting the torn strip of cloth, and was about to tie it to his arm.

"Wait...wait a minute."

Zhao Ning took out a brocade handkerchief from his sleeve, wrapped the branches carefully to ensure that no sharp objects would stab Zhan Zhao, then blushed, and said to Zhan Zhao, "I'll fix it for you."

Zhao Ning lightly fixed the branch on his arm, then tore open his pants, now it was Zhan Zhao's turn to blush, struggling to pull Zhao Ning with his left hand.

Zhao Ning's eyes were slightly red, and he didn't turn his head: "It's still uncertain whether he can get out alive. It's better not to follow these worldly customs too much."

In fact, he didn't need to tear his trousers too much, they were already torn by the sharp stones in the mountains, his legs were bloody and bloody, and the wounds were still mixed with fine stones.

Zhao Ning knew that it was because she was protecting her that she was scratched like this by the stone.

She took a deep breath to keep the tears from falling.

Zhan Zhao still had the jug that was filled with water just now hanging on his waist. Because it was made of cowhide, it didn't break when he fell on the cliff with Zhan Zhao.

Zhao Ning untied one, poured a little water from it, and said to Zhan Zhao, "It will hurt a little, bear with it."

Zhan Zhao nodded, with an unnatural expression on his face.

Zhao Ning pulled out a golden hairpin from his head, now he picked out the big stone, rinsed it with water very carefully, then tore off the cloth strip from the skirt, and wrapped the wound up.

Whether she was picking stones or flushing water, Zhan Zhao didn't make a sound during the period, she became more and more frightened in her heart, raised her head, Zhan Zhao was looking at him with a smile, but his face was a little paler than before.

Zhao Ning's heart ached, tears could no longer be controlled, falling like beads from a broken thread.

Zhan Zhao smiled weakly, raised his only uninjured left hand to wipe her tears, and said in a very soft voice, "Let's... find a place to rest for the night."

Zhao Ning got up: "I'll carry you on my back."

Zhan Zhao shook his head lightly, touched a long branch that Zhao Ning carried back with his left hand, and was about to get up when a thin body slipped under his arm.

Zhao Ning bit his lip and said again: "I will carry you."

Zhan Zhao's heart softened, and he stretched out his hand to pin her disheveled hair behind her ear, touching her soft and cold earlobe, his fingers stopped for a moment, and he withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

Zhan Zhao's voice was hoarse: "Please trouble the princess to support Zhan."

The road in the mountains was rough and difficult. Zhao Ning stumbled and staggered all the way, supporting Zhan Zhao to move forward. She didn't know how long she had walked, but she felt dizzy in front of her eyes and her limbs were weak. When the moonlight completely disappeared into the night, she finally saw a cave.

She braced her body again and barely walked into the cave. The moment she stepped into the cave, her eyes darkened and she almost fell to the ground.

Zhan Zhao supported the gable and sat down slowly.

Zhao Ning panted heavily, like a dying fish. She was uninjured, and she looked more sick than Zhan Zhao, who was seriously injured.

Zhao Ning rested for a while, wiped the sweat and blood from his forehead, crawled to Zhan Zhao's side, looked at Zhan Zhao whose eyes were dazed due to excessive blood loss, held his uninjured left hand, and said, "Don't die. "

Zhan Zhao let out a breath, regained his senses, looked at Zhao Ning who was grabbing him like a life-saving straw, and couldn't help laughing: "No."

"You are Nan Xia Zhan Zhao, you can't count your words."

Zhao Ning's voice was choked up, and he covered him with the cloak again.

Zhan Zhao nodded.

Zhao Ning took his left hand, hooked his little finger with his little finger, and said in a childish tone, "pull the hook."

The thumbs are facing each other, delicate and warm.

Zhan Zhao averted his eyes.

Zhao Ning got up while supporting the gable, and said to Zhan Zhao, "I'll go out and have a look and find something to eat."

Zhan Zhao frowned slightly, as a little princess raised in the deep palace, how would she know what to eat and what not to eat?

Just when she was about to speak, she took out a delicate carving knife from the small kit at her waist.

The author has something to say: There is no list this week...

heartache to suffocation...

Completely unmotivated. . .

I could have been on the clip next week ah ah ah ah ah

The stupid author is crazy_(:3」∠)_