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Qin Song shook his head and said, "You are injured. They have hounds with them.
No matter how tightly you bandage your wound, you can't hide it from their noses. It's useless to hide anywhere. "
Even his nose could not be hidden from them.
He muttered to himself.
"There is a lotus pond a thousand feet north from here. If you can swim over, you can get rid of the hounds for the time being. You go up from the north bank of the lotus pond. That is the Hundred Beast Garden. You can injure a few fast ones and let them run around with the smell of blood. You can cause some commotion. Don't go far.
Hide under the eaves above the Moon Cave Door.
When you have a chance, sneak into the place they searched.
That place should be safe for the time being. You can think of a way yourself! "
"I think..." the man in black swallowed his saliva.
He said, "It's safer for me to bring you along."
In the blink of an eye, he came up with a seemingly reliable idea.
It would be more reliable to bring him along.
He climbed onto the bed.
He took out a dagger.
He slashed at the iron chain in his hand.
Qin Song frowned.
He didn't like people who made their own decisions. He said indifferently, "You can't leave with me. I can't cross that lake." Even if he could leave, he wouldn't leave.
Unlike this assassin, he was a monk with a temple.
The man in black buried his head in his work and said, "Then think of another way."
Qin Song shut his mouth and stopped talking. To some people,
It was useless to say it again.
It was said a hundred times.
It was useless.
The dagger was sharpened on the iron chain. The rough incision rubbed back and forth on his wrist. Soon, it brought out a piece of blurred flesh. Qin Song frowned slightly and did not react much.
A moment later, with a clang, Qin Song's right hand regained its freedom. The man in black smiled and said, "It's actually made of fine iron. King Qin is really generous. But it's a piece of cake for my Qing Feng!"
He was about to start fighting with his left hand again when Qin Song's expression suddenly changed. He said, "You should go. Someone is coming."
"Don't make a fuss." The man in black did not take it seriously and said, "It's not like I didn't set up a trap. They won't be able to catch up here in a short time. Besides, I didn't even hear a sound. How can you... Oh no, someone is coming! Do you have a back door? "
Qin Song was speechless.
There was a knock on the door from outside, "Xiaotao, open the door!"
Xiao Tao, who had been knocked unconscious and hidden, naturally couldn't open the door. The person didn't wait much and directly knocked the door open. The sound of hurried footsteps drove straight in and stopped outside the door of Qin Song's room. A person said in a clear voice, "Young Master Qin Song, there is an assassin in the palace. His Majesty is worried about your safety and ordered us to come and protect you."
. After a pause, there was no response. The voice said again, "Qin Song Gongzi, I'm coming in."
Qin Song didn't pay attention to them. Those people never talked to get his answer. No matter what he said, those who should come in would come in.
He was rubbing his stiff shoulder with his head lowered. A sharp dagger was pressed against his throat. "It sounds like Qin Yue cares about you a lot?"
… …
When Qin Yue hurried over, the chains on the bed had already been cut. A cold dagger was pressed against the youth's throat. The youth's shoulders were strangled. He stood barefoot on the ground, wearing only his underwear.
Qin Yue looked at his blood-stained wrist and back at the youth's face. He said in a low voice, "Qin Song!"
Qin Song stood quietly with almost no expression on his face. Qin Yue felt that the youth's calm eyes contained a bit of impatience and mockery. He forced the youth to stay in the palace to "recuperate", but the youth was held hostage by the assassin. No matter how he looked at it, Qin Yue was incompetent.
"Ha! Ha ha! "The man in black was very proud of his wit." He really came! My luck is really not bad. "
Qin Yue didn't seem to hear him. He looked at Qin Song gloomily and said in a low and cold voice, "Let him go, and I'll let you die in one piece."
The man in black laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. His eyes were in high spirits. "I'm going to die. What does it matter if you turn my bones into ashes? How about this, one living person and two dead people. You choose! If you choose a living person, I'll leave and he'll live. What if you choose two dead people? I'll kill him first, and then I'll die myself … Although I don't really want to die, it's a pleasant surprise to be able to kill the person you love and make you sad for once! "
The person he loved …
Qin Yue finally turned to look at the man in black. He then looked at Qin Song, only to see him glance at the man in black rather speechlessly.
The bodyguard commander Chen Ce stepped forward and said coldly, "He's the same as you. He's an assassin. Do you think you can save your life by holding him hostage?"
The man in black scolded, "Am I stupid or are you stupid? Is it the assassin who will be locked in the harem? Is it the assassin Qin Yue who will come in person? Besides, I don't care who he is. Anyway, I only have him in my hands … If you don't care, then go ahead. I'll have two companions along the way with him! "
He was not good at negotiating. He didn't want to be long-winded. He tightened his grip on the dagger and looked at Qin Yue. "Qin Yue, to live or to die, you choose!" His tone was relaxed and carefree, but his expression was very dignified. His whole body was tense like a cheetah ready to pounce.
Qin Yue looked at the two with a gloomy face and didn't say a word.
The man in black suddenly said, "Then he's going to die."
He sighed and leaned close to the young man's ear. "I'm sorry to drag you into this!" The dagger in his hand was pulled back, and a line of blood bloomed on the young man's white skin …
"Stop!" Qin Yue shouted in a low voice. He looked at the man in black's dagger again and stopped at the young man's neck. After a moment of silence, he said coldly, "Let them go!"
The black-clothed man beamed with joy. "That's right! I've always said that my luck has been good. "
"Your Majesty!" Chen Ce said anxiously, "This traitor's martial arts are very strong. He has tried to assassinate Your Majesty time and time again. If you miss this opportunity, next time … Your Majesty, just for one …"
Qin Yue coldly interrupted, "There are more than ten million people in the world who want to kill me. It doesn't matter if he's there or not. Do you think I'm afraid of an assassin? "
Qin Yue looked at Qin Song, only to see Qin Song's leisurely expression. It was as though the one who had almost been decapitated was someone else, as though they were talking about the life and death of someone else at this moment. As for Qin Yue himself, he was an outsider who had nothing to do with him, watching the excitement of others. Qin Yue couldn't help but feel anger rising in his heart as he said in a low voice, "Qin Song!"
Qin Song looked at him.
Qin Yue said coldly, "If I don't see you in an hour, there won't be a chicken or a dog left in the hostage residence."
"Your Majesty really thinks highly of me." Qin Song finally spoke for the first time. His tone was indifferent. "Your Majesty, why don't you just say that you want to kill Chu?"
Qin Yue said indifferently, "That's not a problem."
Qin Song was exasperated. Who did he offend? He snorted coldly. "Do you want me to tie him up and send him to Your Majesty?"
Qin Yue said coldly, "Qin Song, don't test my patience!"
The man in black looked at the two of them blankly. He said, "That, you're really not his thing? What exactly are you … "
"Shut up!" Qin Song finally couldn't stand him and scolded angrily, "What does this have to do with you?"
"Oh!" The man in black looked at the dagger he was holding against Qin Song's neck. What does this have to do with him?
"Are you leaving or not?" Qin Song said impatiently, "If you don't leave, then go up and fight!"
The man in black said sullenly, "I can't win …"
If he couldn't win, then he could only leave.
Qin Yue looked coldly at the two of them slowly retreating into the darkness. He said in a low voice, "Chen Ce, follow them … and bring him back."
Chen Ce responded and left quickly with his men.
When his figure disappeared, Qin Yue said again, "Rho Minoris."
A low voice came from the darkness. "Here."
"You go too. If … you bring him back!" Qin Yue's face was cold and his voice was bone-chilling. "… Regardless of life or death."
Qin Song, I told you not to test my patience.
Qin Song, you better not be playing tricks.
...
The night was like a thick layer of fog in the palace. It was as if there were countless fierce beasts crouching in the dark corners, ready to pounce and devour people at any time.
Three-quarters of an hour had passed, but the people who went had not returned.
Qin Yue was dressed in a black robe. His gaze was cold and gloomy. His anger was like the damp and cold night. His right fist slowly clenched.
Is he finally impatient to fly out? He doesn't even care about his master, his Chu.
A series of heavy footsteps came from the corner. Chen Ce hurried over and reported in a low voice, "Found him!"
Found him? Qin Yue was stunned. His heart sank again. They found him, but he didn't bring him back.
Qin Yue looked at Chen Ce, who seemed to want to shrink his head into his shoulders. He didn't dare to ask and only said coldly, "… Lead the way."
Then, he saw Qin Song.
Under the hazy moonlight, a young man in white sat quietly under a peach blossom tree. His body was dotted with falling petals, and his black hair was scattered. Such a quiet and beautiful scene, but because of the sword hilt exposed on the young man's chest, it made people feel cold all over.
The young man covered his chest with his hand. Blood flowed from the gaps between his fingers.
Qin Yue swayed and stared at the young man. His whole body seemed to collapse into an extremely drawn bow. For a moment, he couldn't move.
"Your Majesty," Chen Ce said in a low voice, "that traitor said he couldn't come in vain. Before he left, he stabbed him in the chest."
Qin Yue acted as if he didn't hear. He slowly walked forward and squatted in front of the young man. He squeezed his shoulder tightly and said in a trembling voice, "Qin Song?"
Qin Song opened his eyes. His gaze was clear. He said, "Sorry, I want to try."
"Qin Song … Qin Song!"
A cold light flashed. His surprised voice suddenly turned into an incredulous rage. Qin Yue covered his chest and took a few steps back. There was a sharp dagger in his chest.
"Your Majesty!" Chen Ce was scared out of his wits. He rushed forward. However, he saw the young man kick off the tree trunk. His body spun rapidly in the air. He gathered his strength and viciously kicked the handle of the dagger that Qin Yue was about to pull out.
"Puff!" The dagger disappeared from the handle.
"Your Majesty!" Chen Ce's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. He roared, "Take him down!"
Qin Song flipped over and landed on the ground. Before he could take a step, he felt his hand tighten. Someone had already grabbed his wrist. The rough and strong hand was like an iron hoop. It almost broke his bones.
Qin Song turned around and was met with Qin Yue's gloomy eyes. They were cold and ruthless, as if a violent storm was brewing.
Without thinking, Qin Song pulled out a dagger from his chest. He only had half of the blade left. He slashed it towards Qin Yue's throat.
Qin Yue didn't dodge. His pair of gloomy eyes stared fixedly at him. The hand that was holding his wrist fiercely pulled!
Qin Song staggered. Before he could steady himself, his entire body shook. He was sent flying two steps by the huge force. He crashed heavily into a tree trunk. Only now did the pain come from his right shoulder.
Qin Song opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He reached out to grab the black iron arrow that was as thick as a thumb. He wanted to shoot himself off the tree. However, with the little strength he had left, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree. He tried several times but to no avail.
What a terrifying arrow. Qin Song gave up trying. In reality, if it wasn't for Qin Yue's pull, he would have become a corpse. However, his current situation wasn't much better.
"Qin Song."
A wide black robe appeared in his line of sight. Qin Song didn't have time to think. His head was lifted up by someone holding his chin.
"I didn't die." Qin Yue looked coldly at him. "Are you very disappointed?"
Qin Song coughed out a mouthful of blood and smiled. His voice was weak and his gaze was unfocused. "Yes!"
As the saying goes, man proposes, and God disposes. He had calculated everything, even his escape route. The only thing he didn't expect was that the moment he attacked, he would suddenly feel a pain in his head. It was as if someone had viciously hit him with a sledgehammer. Only then did he miss by a bit. Otherwise, even if Qin Yue was wearing an inner armor, he would have already died.
"Good, good …" Qin Yue spat out a mouthful of blood. He smiled coldly and nodded. "Very good … Qin Song …"
The youth in thin undergarments was half covered in blood. His right hand hung limply. His left hand gripped the black shaft of the arrow. His slender white fingers were covered in blood. The blood flowed down his wrist.
Qin Yue took a deep breath. A trace of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. He reached out and grabbed the iron arrow on the youth's shoulder. Then, he forcefully pressed it down.
"Ah!" Qin Song groaned in pain. He arched his back in pain.
Qin Yue was satisfied to see that the hateful smile on the youth's face had finally disappeared. He watched as the youth bit his lip so hard that cold sweat dripped down the tip of his nose …
In his mind, the image of the youth leaning lazily on the couch and drinking wine with his head raised. Then, the image of the youth hovering in the air and ruthlessly kicking the dagger in his chest appeared alternately. Qin Song, good, Qin Song, good job!
He forcefully pulled the arrow out.
Blood splattered. Qin Song groaned. His fingers gripped the trunk of a tree. He forced himself to lean against the trunk and not fall down. He took deep breaths. "So f * cking painful!"
The black, blood-stained iron arrow was thrown in front of him. Qin Yue turned around and walked away. His cold voice carried a chill as he gnashed his teeth. "Don't let him die."
Qin Song, who thought he could escape from prison, was awakened by the itchiness all over his body. He subconsciously reached out to scratch his wrist. However, his wrist was tightened again. The sound of iron chains clanking could be heard again.
Could it be that he was hanged again?
Qin Song opened his eyes. He saw the bed ceiling with exquisite patterns and layers of bed curtains. He was lying on the bed, refreshed. His wounds had been treated, his body had been washed, and even his hair exuded the fragrance of locust.
If his wrists weren't chained to the head of the bed, this treatment could be considered pretty good.
"Young master, you're awake?" A petite girl with a round face and big eyes entered the room with a bowl of medicine. She smiled and said, "The doctor also said that you should wake up around this time, so this servant went to boil some medicine. Oh right, young master can call this servant Little Peach. "
She put down the bowl of medicine and pushed Qin Song's head higher. She said, "Young master had a fever last night. This is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. Come, this servant will feed you. "
It was currently the cold of spring. Qin Song was tormented for so long with only a single layer of clothing. He was even splashed with water several times. It would be strange if he didn't fall ill. He frowned and asked, "Where is this place?"
Little Peach said in surprise, "This is the palace. Young master, you don't know? Oh right, young master was sick last night and was in a daze … "
She then smiled sweetly and said, "Yesterday, the king personally arranged for you. Young master, please be sure to treat your injuries … this servant has been here for three to four years, but I've never seen the king treat anyone so carefully!"
Qin Song didn't express his opinion. He drank two mouthfuls from Little Peach's hand. He frowned. She was using a small spoon to feed him two mouthfuls. She even had to wipe the corners of his mouth. How long was she going to keep feeding him? He would rather be held by the neck and forced to drink medicine like this.
Just as he was about to ask for a different method, Little Peach saw his frown. Her eyes were already red. She said in a panic, "I, I'm sorry. It's all this servant's fault. This servant …"
Before she could finish speaking, a soft laugh came from outside the door. It was actually somewhat doting. "What's wrong? You just woke up and you're already throwing a tantrum?"
Qin Song immediately felt his hair stand on end.
Qin Yue, dressed in a black robe, pushed the door open and entered. He sat beside his bed and said, "Do you want this humble one to feed you personally?"
Qin Song pulled at the iron chain on his wrist and said with a smile that wasn't a smile, "I prefer to drink it myself."
Qin Yue picked up the bowl of medicine and gently stirred it. He said lightly, "One should be content with what one has. Don't you think so?"
Qin Song didn't say anything. When Qin Yue reached out with the spoon, he opened his mouth and took it. He wanted to see if he would be the first to get impatient from drinking, or if that person would be the first to get impatient from feeding him.
Qin Yue had never taken care of anyone in his life. After feeding him three or four times, he saw that the medicine in the bowl only dropped by a small amount. He became a bit irritated. However, when he saw that the youth was calm and unruffled, as if he had already expected him to be like this, he snorted coldly and continued.
The two of them didn't say a word and drank the bowl of medicine as if they were competing with each other. Qin Song didn't have any taste in his mouth. Qin Yue also felt that the hand holding the small spoon had stiffened.
Only Little Peach stared blankly. The king treats my young master so well!
When he finally finished drinking, Qin Song let out a sigh of relief. However, when he turned around, he saw Qin Yue reaching out to wipe the corner of his mouth. He turned his head away in disgust.
"Are you still angry?" Qin Yue smiled good-naturedly and raised his chin to indicate, "It's dipped in the medicine."
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