Yu Qingjia didn't know where it was for a long time ago. Looking forward, she saw a green and wild forest, and looking back, she saw an endless loess road. Standing in place, Yu Qingjia felt like floating for the first time. The world is so big, where is she going?
Unlike Yu Qingjia, who was covered in grass clippings, Murong Yan was spotless, and he was as relaxed and dignified as a nobleman who came for an outing. He looked left and right, then pulled out a dagger out of nowhere, cut through the tangled weeds in front of him, and strode towards one direction.
Yu Qingjia watched Murong Yan's movements, although she didn't understand why, she still followed Murong Yan's pace very naturally. There were only the two of them here, and after what happened just now, Yu Qingjia unknowingly relied on the vixen who seemed to be very determined. Murong Yan walked very fast, while Yu Qingjia was wearing layer upon layer of skirts, and she was not active on weekdays, so she stumbled and stumbled in such wild woods. Holding her skirt, she strenuously climbed over a rotten tree trunk, and just as she stood firm, she realized that Murong Yan had gone a long way.
Yu Qingjia was instinctively afraid of the environment around her. She ignored the old grievances between herself and Murong Yan, and staggered after Murong Yan with her skirt: "Fox, wait for me."
When Murong Yan heard this address, his eyes narrowed faintly. However, the situation is unclear at this time, and Murong Yan has no time to pay attention to Yu Qingjia, so I will write down this account for her for the time being. Holding the dagger, Murong Yan quickly and lightly parted the grass in front of him. Yu Qingjia staggered to catch up, and followed him closely: "Fox, where are we going? Why don't we take the good road, we have to go from the forest What about time travel?"
Murong Yan glanced back at her, with a surprised tone: "You don't know?"
Yu Qingjia was terrified by Murong Yan's eyes, she shook her head slightly, and murmured in a low voice: "You didn't say..."
Murong Yan didn't know what to say for a moment, he cut off the tangled grass with a backhand swing, and smiled softly, as if mocking: "You don't even know, so you dare to follow?"
"Because you are in front." Yu Qingjia was also baffled by his tone, as if she should know something. Yu Qingjia said to herself: "If you don't tell me, how would I know?"
Murong Yan snorted lightly, ignored her and continued walking. Yu Qingjia endured it for a while, still instinctively afraid of such a primitive environment, she secretly grabbed Murong Yan's clothes corner, and when Murong Yan turned her head, she immediately turned her head and pretended to be looking at the grass beside her, but the strength in her hands refused to hold her at all. loose. Murong Yan was still holding the dagger in his hand, he couldn't forcefully pull out the hem of his clothes, so he could only endure her for the time being.
Seeing that Murong Yan didn't object, Yu Qingjia jumped for joy, and then she spurned herself, "You should be at odds with a vixen, what is this now?" However, Yu Qingjia really didn't have the guts to let go, she was afraid that if she let go, the vixen would walk away by herself, leaving her alone.
The vicious fox is capable of such a thing.
Therefore, Yu Qingjia unilaterally stopped her cold war with the vixen, and for now, go out with the vixen first.
Yu Qingjia walked for a while, but still couldn't bear the silence that permeated the surroundings. However, there was only one living person in front of her, so Yu Qingjia could only try to talk to the vixen again: "You haven't said why we are going to the forest."
Murong Yan really couldn't bear it. He had seen stupid people, but it was rare to see someone so stupid as Yu Qingjia. Murong Yan asked back: "Do you have any money?"
Yu Qingjia replied subconsciously: "I have, in Baizhi..." After she finished speaking, she also realized something, and the ending sound gradually dropped.
Bai Zhi got out of the car to change the water, and there were only two people in the car, Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan. And Yu Qingjia, as a young lady, of course doesn't carry cash with her.
Yu Qingjia thought for a while, and then suddenly realized: "You have to find the carriage, and there are our soft luggage on the carriage!"
Murong Yan glanced at her expressionlessly, not even bothering to say anything. When Yu Qingjia knew what Murong Yan wanted to do, her heart immediately felt safe. Yu Qingjia secretly slandered, this person is really yin and yang, he would have been fine if he had said earlier, and made her fearful all the way.
Yu Qingjia's sleeves were wide, and when he walked past an old tree, his feet slipped, and he was about to fall to the ground. Murong Yan quickly grabbed her arm and lifted her up: "You can fall down when you walk on flat ground, what else can you do?"
Murong Yan's hand was so strong that Yu Qingjia only felt a strong force coming from his arm, and then he was lifted up. She finally stood upright, but still felt that she was very wronged by being rejected: "How did I know that I would end up in this situation, and the skirt was not meant to go into the forest."
Yu Qingjia took a look at Murong Yan's slender arms and narrow waist, and had to say that in most cases, Hu Fu is more practical than Ru Qun. Yu Qingjia silently calculated that when she found the carriage, she would also replace this flashy dress.
Murong Yan didn't know how to do it, the forest covered the sky and the sun, but he led her to turn left and right, and actually found the carriage that fell off the cliff. Yu Qingjia was overjoyed when he saw the debris of the carriage, and immediately looked at Murong Yan brightly: "How do you know that the place where you fell off the cliff is here?"
Murong Yan has never been a patient person to explain, but looking into Yu Qingjia's eyes, he unexpectedly said: "It smells like blood."
Yu Qingjia looked around, and sure enough, not far away, he saw a horse that lost control and fell off the cliff. The horse's leg had been broken, and it was dying at the moment, Murong Yan pulled the dagger out of the delicate scabbard with a bang, and walked towards the horse: "Go and pack your clothes, find everything that can be used in the carriage."
When Murong Yan ordered others, it was so natural, as if he was born to be like this. The people next to him were not consciously affected by this aura, even if they were not his servants, they couldn't help but listen to his arrangements. Yu Qingjia stood there angrily, but she knew that now was not the time to pay attention to these things, so although she was furious, she still followed her advice to pick up useful clothes and packages.
She had just gathered several pieces of cloth into a big package when a mournful cry came from her ear. Yu Qingjia was startled and ran towards the direction of the sound. As soon as she ran over, she saw thin streaks of blood hanging from Murong Yan's dagger, and the horse that was still breathing had completely died.
Yu Qingjia was stunned, unable to understand the scene in front of her: "Why did you kill it? It's obviously still alive."
"It can't walk anymore, why don't we kill it and leave it for the pursuers?"
"But you have already said that it can't walk. Even if the pursuers find it, it will be useless. On the contrary, if this horse is found by a nearby farmer and finds a way to take it back for treatment, maybe there will be a way out."
Horses are very precious livestock, and ordinary people can't afford them, so if they are found by nearby farmers and hunters, they will probably try to save it even for the high price of the horse. Murong Yan smiled lightly after hearing Yu Qingjia's words, and said: "Then I have to kill it even more. Even if I don't want my things, they can't fall into other people's hands."
Yu Qingjia stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes. He was exquisite and beautiful, and he was even smiling when he said this. But this kind of person who seems to gather all the good things in the world has a devil's heart.
Yu Qingjia didn't know why a wave of anger welled up, and when she continued on her way, she still had a cold face, and she didn't chatter around Murong Yan like she did when she came in.
The two walked quietly in the dense forest, only the sound of their footsteps could be heard in their ears, and the sound of unknown insects was approaching and far away. Murong Yan stopped walking suddenly, and a pair of flying sharp eyes slowly scanned the surrounding trees.
Murong Yan's expression was very serious, even if Yu Qingjia made up his mind not to talk to the vixen, he couldn't help being infected now. She asked nervously, "What's wrong?"
"There are pursuers."
The samurai dressed in concealment moved silently among the trees, stepping on more than an inch of fallen leaves over the years without making a sound.
He silently followed the two people in front. Although their goal was not here, but out of safety, the master still sent someone to deal with Yu Wenjun's female relatives. The samurai had been following him for quite a while before suddenly losing track for some reason. He was carefully checking the traces on the road, when suddenly his eyes became fixed, and he saw that not far ahead, the woman in the red dress was holding on to a tree and stumbling forward.
It's her, Yu Wenjun's daughter is really a rare beauty, what a pity. The samurai drew out his dagger silently, and quickly sneaked towards Yu Qingjia.
Yu Qingjia stood in front with cold sweat on his palms. In her fourteen years in the boudoir, she has never been to such a wild forest, let alone being hunted down. Even during the most difficult years in the ancestral house, she was only a bit scorned in terms of words, and she still lived the life of the sixth miss of the Yu family in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation.
She was born in the expectation of her parents, and she was praised by her parents like jewels since she was a child, and Bai Zhi and others also took good care of her. Even though she was born in troubled times, Yu Qingjia grew up in an environment full of safety and love. When had she ever experienced such a dangerous situation, not only did she have to expose her back, but she also had to pretend that nothing had happened and continue walking forward without showing any nervousness or fear. And what she can trust is a peer who has a history of grudges and is only one year older than her.
Yu Qingjia didn't know how long she had been walking, when she faintly heard the sound of sharp knives piercing into flesh behind her. Yu Qingjia's knees softened and she couldn't stand any longer, she just fell to the ground.
She supported her body with trembling hands and tried to look back. She must at least know who won.
The sky has gradually dimmed, and the impenetrable forest has become more and more isolated from day and night and time. The lingering smell of fallen leaves and decay in the woods, the darkness is like a tide, slowly permeating from the tree trunks. In such half-darkness, Yu Qingjia saw a figure standing sideways to her, with narrow sleeves cinched around his waist, looking handsome from the side, but his movements were not so handsome. He looked down at his hands, those hands were slender and fair, as beautiful as works of art, but when he ambush the assassin just now, this hand was inevitably splattered with blood. There was still warm blood flowing in the palm of his hand, Murong Yan looked at his fingers, couldn't help but slowly clenched and loosened them, gradually his hands were covered with bright red blood.
He was fascinated by watching, when suddenly a soft voice came from his ear, perhaps because the master was nervous, the ending was still trembling slightly: "Vox."
Yu Qingjia was standing a foot away, looking at him nervously. Murong Yan watched Yu Qingjia slowly approaching, and finally tentatively grasped his wrist, her fingertips were soon stained bright red.
Yu Qingjia widened her eyes, looked at him moistly, and gently tugged at his wrist: "It's getting late, let's go."
The way the vixen stares at the blood without saying a word really scares her.
The blood was getting colder, but her palm was still warm. Her palm was right on Murong Yan's pulse, and as the pulse beat, Yu Qingjia's warmth spread throughout his body.
There was a faint blue in Murong Yan's pupils, he looked at Yu Qingjia for a while, then nodded slowly: "Okay."