Song Zhi was scared out of his wits.
He stood in the chaotic crowd, unable to react for a long time.
He could feel the blood in his body churning wildly.
He was about to jump over the bridge.
His legs trembled. He didn't know if he should stay or leave.
He only reacted when someone bumped his shoulder. His eyes flickered and he hurriedly followed the crowd to the bridge to escape.
However, because there were too many people, the bridge was very narrow, and the people on the other side of the river had started to move, directly blocking the road at the bridgehead. For a moment, there was no way to cross, so some people jumped into the river under the bridge and desperately swam to the other side.
"Splash!"
A few people jumped into the river one after another.
In this cold winter, as soon as they jumped into the river, their faces turned purple and their bodies trembled. Their strength was halved and they almost turned into ice. Many people didn't dare to jump anymore. They could only squeeze their way to the other side of the bridge.
The crowd screamed in fear.
The sound of terror spread.
But Jing Rong was very calm on the other side of the river.
His eyes were fixed on the other side of the bridge.
Lang Po turned to ask, "Your Highness, should we help?"
Help?
Haha!
"No need!" He stopped him coldly. "This has nothing to do with us."
It was better to have one less thing to do than one more thing.
Moreover, it was the Second Prince's matter.
It was even more impossible to intervene.
Jing Rong grabbed Ji Yunshu's hand. "Let's go."
He prepared to take her away from here.
But —
Ji Yunshu looked at Song Zhi, who was squeezed in the crowd and couldn't move an inch. She said worriedly, "Song Zhi is still over there. Bring him here first."
That kid was so useless!
The people behind him had squeezed to the front and were the first to cross the bridge. He was the only one who couldn't move a step forward. Instead, he was pushed back a few meters. He was pushed back into the long corridor and almost fell to the ground.
He was a weak scholar after all!
Moreover, he was slow and gentle. It was normal for him to be unable to squeeze them.
The battle on the other side was getting fiercer and fiercer. The situation was dangerous. If Song Zhi wasn't careful, he could be cut into pieces.
Therefore, Jing Rong couldn't just watch him die.
He ordered Lang Po, "Bring him here, but don't let the Second Prince see him to avoid trouble."
"Yes."
Lang Po nodded in understanding. He quickly tore a piece of cloth from his clothes and quickly put it on his face. With a push of his feet, he leaped over.
He jumped directly to Song Zhi's side.
He didn't care about the consequences and grabbed Song Zhi's clothes by his shoulders.
"Bookworm, come with me!"
Ugh!
Song Zhi didn't notice that someone had suddenly appeared beside him. He even grabbed the clothes on his shoulder. He stared at the newcomer with wide eyes and asked fearfully, "Who … Who are you?"
"Come with me first."
What a familiar voice!
Lang Po exerted force on his wrist, intending to drag him over. Unexpectedly, Na Yan's guards regarded him as an assassin, so they all raised their swords and surrounded him.
Oh no!
At this time, it was difficult for him to escape.
Song Zhi took this opportunity to struggle free from his' demonic claws' and hide behind a pillar.
However, he happened to see the dagger stuck in the pillar. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to pull the dagger out of the pillar. Then, he held it tightly in his hand to protect himself.
Lang Po couldn't get away, so he had to fight with the guards.
At the same time, more and more guards appeared around him.
Na Yan stood there calmly, a pair of sharp eyes watching everything that was happening in front of him. His hands were clenched tightly in his lapels, but on the surface, he looked calm.
He had seen even more powerful storms and waves than this.
When a few assassins saw him, they immediately grabbed their swords and stabbed at him.
The heart of their swords seemed to be quenched in a ball of fire.
It was burning fiercely!
Na Yan didn't have a trace of fear. He had been on the battlefield for many years, so his martial arts were naturally not a problem. He had killed at least hundreds of enemies, if not thousands. Facing the situation in front of him, he didn't panic in the face of danger. He kicked the ground with the tip of his foot and picked up a sword.
Then, he grabbed it and charged at the assassins.
But no matter how high his martial arts were, two fists couldn't fight against four hands.
There were also times when he couldn't care less.
He faced the enemy head-on, but an assassin suddenly raised his sword and attacked him from behind.
Song Zhi happened to see this scene.
Without thinking, Song Zhi raised the dagger in his hand and pounced forward. He raised his hand and blocked the long sword with his dagger. However, his strength was too weak, and the moment the dagger touched the long sword, it fell to the ground. The assassin sheathed his sword and glared at the man who had suddenly rushed out. Song Zhi's dagger fell to the ground. The assassin raised his sword and stabbed at Song Zhi's chest.
Then, he raised his sword and stabbed at Song Zhi's chest.
It went straight through his back!
Ugh!
Song Zhi was stunned. His whole body trembled, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest. His head buzzed.
It felt like he had been exposed to the scorching sun.
Fresh blood flowed down the wound on his chest.
Drop by drop, it fell to the ground.
Na Yan turned around and saw that Song Zhi had been pierced by a sword. He raised his leg and kicked the assassin away.
The sword in his hand rose and fell.
The assassin's throat was slit.
He died on the spot!
As a result, the sword was pulled out of Song Zhi's chest.
Song Zhi staggered forward, on the verge of collapsing. He looked down and saw a hole in his chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed.
Fortunately, Na Yan caught him.
"Song Zhi?"
He didn't dare to believe that this foolish scholar had actually saved his life!
He pressed his hands against Song Zhi's chest. "This Prince won't let anything happen to you!"
Song Zhi was speechless.
Na Yan's face was red and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. He looked at the assassins and shouted at his imperial guards, "Leave no one alive!"
The imperial guards started a massacre.
The assassins were either killed or captured.
Only a few of them were left alive.
Therefore, it was even more difficult for Lang Po to escape.
He was surrounded by three layers of guards.
Unless he had a pair of wings.
On the other side of the river, Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu saw everything.
Bai Yin was worried. "I'll go and help him. Otherwise, he won't be able to escape."
Following that, Bai Yin pulled a piece of cloth over her face and covered it.
She flew over.
Ji Yunshu's forehead was beaded with sweat. She had seen Song Zhi's injury from afar.
Her heart was twisted into a ball. "What about Song Zhi?"
Jing Rong's cold gaze fell on Na Yan. Na Yan used all his strength to stop Song Zhi's bleeding wound. He was very nervous. "Don't worry, the Second Prince won't let anything happen to him."
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