A quarter to three in the afternoon.
In front of the Xin Palace, the guard captain sniffed suspiciously. He smelled a faint scent of blood.
The moment he sniffed, she raised her head abruptly and took half a step forward to walk in front of him.
At that moment, the captain turned around and asked, "What's that smell?"
He glanced at Yun Hen, who was holding the tray with his head lowered. His eyes slowly turned cold. "Put the tray down," he said slowly.
With a crack, the blades and spears that were originally raised to the sky fell to the ground. The tips of the blades were slanted and pointed at Yun Hen and Meng Fuyao like a net.
The surroundings were as cold as death, and there was a rusty smell in the wind.
Yun Hen's expression was as cold as ice. After a long while, he slowly lowered his hand.
The captain stared at her with a sharp gaze, like an eagle circling high in the sky waiting for its prey.
His attention was completely focused on Yun Hen, waiting for the moment the tray was lowered.
Meng Fuyao's hand immediately lowered under the cover of the tray. With a shake of her sleeve, a small knife slid into her palm. With a twist of her fingers, the knife pierced through her sleeve and into her inner thigh without hesitation.
Blood gushed out.
At the same time, Yun Hen's tray was lowered, revealing the bloodstain on his chest.
The guard captain's eyes narrowed dangerously, as if he had encountered a strong light.
"Take it …" Before he could finish his words, Meng Fuyao suddenly pounced on the tip of the guard's spear.
"Sir! Sir! That blood … it's mine! "
The guard captain turned his head in shock, his gaze landing on the blushing Meng Fuyao. He did not notice that Yun Hen's hand had suddenly retracted into his sleeve.
His fingertips were pinching a fine steel spike, as cold as his killing intent to perish together with Meng Fuyao.
However, his killing intent was interrupted by Meng Fuyao. Yun Hen turned his head in shock, only to see the world's most thick-skinned person shyly clinging to the guard captain's shiny blade. "Sir … it's me … it's my fault. I was meeting with Little Hen in Xuan De Palace … I wasn't paying attention to my period … and it suddenly came … stained his robe … please don't misunderstand, Sir!"
The guard captain was startled. He naturally knew that the palace maids were lonely. Many of them formed a "pair" with the eunuchs and played some tricks. He couldn't help but look down and saw that there were indeed faint bloodstains on the maids' slightly messy clothes.
He glanced at the old eunuch Lao An. Lao An was initially shocked, but now he was covering his mouth with his sleeves and snickering. He leaned over and whispered a few words into the guard captain's ear. As the guard captain listened, he gradually revealed a strange and wretched expression.
Fuyao, who was extremely talented in acting, immediately lowered her head shyly, her toes touching the ground, and she did not say a word.
Yun Hen looked at her in a daze. He looked at her bashful expression and the faint bloodstain on her dress. At this moment, his expression changed and became as deep as the sea. The initial shock, anger, and unwillingness gradually turned into shock and confusion. The bright red bloodstain pierced his eyes and also pierced his heart. Like a red wave, it washed away the darkness that sealed him in ice and turned into this moment of speechless emotion.
Along the way, she had to face the dangers of facing thousands of soldiers alone in the midst of a storm. And the most precious dignity and modesty of a woman.
The latter, to a woman, was more important than life and death.
Before tonight, he and she did not know each other at all, yet she was willing to sacrifice so much for him. Yun Hen raised his head and let out a long sigh of relief, as if he wanted to let go of all the tumbling emotions in his chest. However, after that, he felt his heart become even heavier, as if it was a thousand kilograms.
His gaze gradually calmed down, giving birth to a stubborn and unrepentant solitude.
She only knew that nothing was more important than her own life. Moreover, she came from the modern era and had a bold and unrestrained character. Although it was inevitable that she would feel embarrassed about such things, they were insignificant compared to a matter of life and death. At most, the knife wound on her inner thigh was really painful.
Therefore, she decided that after escaping, she would definitely make this guy pay for her nutrition expenses. Look at how extravagant he was with a bag of gold, she could extort a large sum of money from him.
It was a pity that Yun Hen didn't know what she was thinking. Otherwise, he would have vomited blood.
The night wind was like iron, beating against the forest of swords and spears. In the forest, the leader of the guards stared unblinkingly at the 'embarrassed' Meng Fuyao, who was covering her face with both hands and sobbing softly. His eagle-like gaze gradually softened, revealing an expression of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
The thick strand of doubt gradually faded, like a trace of blood in a basin of clear water, about to disperse.
He suddenly said, "So that's what it was about." He turned to laugh at Yun Hen and suddenly punched him in the chest. He laughed boldly and said, "Kid, you're not big, but you've got guts."
That heavy punch contained a bit of inner force. Meng Fuyao, who was standing very close to him, could even feel the wind from the punch causing the hair on her temples to scatter slightly. She couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat.
Yun Hen's injury …
If he subconsciously retaliated …
"Bam!"
Her fist landed on her chest, and the dull sound of flesh hitting flesh made Fuyao's eyebrows twitch.
Yun Hen staggered a few steps back, almost falling on his butt. He quickly reached out to grab the spear of a guard beside him to stabilize himself. With a red face, he said, "You're making fun of me, Sir. You're good at martial arts!"
"What kind of martial arts is this?" The guard captain laughed with satisfaction when he saw that the man did not resist at all. The last trace of doubt was dispelled. People who learned martial arts would subconsciously defend or fight back against sudden attacks. What's more, if this man was really injured, how could he not show any pain?
He laughed happily, with a hint of lascivious obscenity. Sweeping his gaze over the two of them, he smiled mysteriously and waved his hand. "Let's go!"
With a click, the slanted spear was once again retracted and raised to the sky.
Meng Fuyao silently let out a long breath and released the dagger hidden in her sleeve.
She turned her head and smiled at Yun Hen, gesturing him to look down. Yun Hen lowered his head and saw her thumb sticking out of her sleeves. It was pointed at him.
Yun Hen didn't understand the meaning of the gesture, but he vaguely knew that she was praising him. His gaze drifted away and saw that wherever Meng Fuyao passed, blood dripped and bloomed.
His heart twitched, and an unfamiliar pain engulfed him. The proud, cold, and unyielding youth clenched his fists tightly in his sleeve.
'You can sacrifice so much, but I can't endure a moment of pain and humiliation?'
'How can a man's ambition be inferior to a woman's when it comes to achieving great things?'
The forest of swords and spears finally came to an end. The dark green walls of the Palace of Xin came into view.
The guard leader stared at the Palace of Xin and sneered. 'Old Yun, I'll let you live for two hours. When King Qi succeeds, you'll be buried.'
Yun Hen raised his head and looked at the horizontal board of the Palace of Xin. His cold expression revealed a hint of warmth.
It was now the hour of the fifth hour!
*****
The hour of the fifth hour!
The Emperor had arrived at the Qianan Palace. The banquet was in full swing, and the whole garden was filled with rippling water lanterns that reflected the fireworks. The princes took turns toasting and exchanging toasts.
Fang Minghe's army quietly and orderly marched out of the camp on the outskirts of the capital. Like a winding black snake, they advanced toward the capital.
Yan Lie turned around on his horse and looked at the palace behind him. He revealed a confident smile and instructed Yan Jingchen, "I'll be in charge of the innermost palace gate. General Pei and his daughter will be in charge of the second gate. You will be in charge of the outermost gate."
Yan Jingchen bowed in response. Yan Lie took a few steps forward and turned back to remind him worriedly, "This is an extremely important gate. You must guard it well. Otherwise, His Highness's plan will be ruined. Neither you nor I can bear the consequences."
"Father, rest assured. I know the pros and cons," Yan Jingchen replied. He looked up and heaved a sigh of relief as he watched Yan Lie leave.
Suddenly, a man in a light-colored robe appeared from the darkness in front of him. His posture was elegant and graceful. Yan Jingchen turned around and was about to shout at him when the man's sleeves drooped down, revealing a corner of a green jade token in his palm.
Yan Jingchen's eyes flashed, and he gestured for the guard to open the gate.
The man smiled and floated past. When he passed by Yan Jingchen, Yan Jingchen caught a whiff of a strange fragrance.
He stared blankly at the man's back and suddenly remembered that he was so stunned by the man's elegance that he did not seem to have seen his face.
After pondering for a long time, Yan Jingchen turned around. Just as he was about to turn around, his gaze suddenly froze and he picked up something from the ground.
It was a white hair that was about the length of a finger.
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