Ah! Yu Ling screamed, subconsciously stretched out her right arm and blocked her body, trying her best to retreat, but the assassin's skill was obviously much faster than her. A cold light flashed, and the sharp dagger had penetrated her winter clothes, cutting through her delicate arm, and red blood instantly emerged.
Yu Ling didn't care about the severe pain on her arm and desperately retreated back into the deepest corner of the carriage.
Seeing that the assassin missed a blow, he immediately raised his leg and kicked the car door. He jumped into the car with a slight move.
Yu Ling hurried in the corner of the carriage in fear, watching the assassin rushing towards him fiercely with a dagger. Could it be that he would die here today? She closed her eyes dejectedly admitting her fate.
However, the expected severe pain did not come, but a warm body hit her. Yu Ling opened her eyes strangely, but saw the assassin lying on her body, her chest was holed open, and blood was flowing. A sharp goose-feathered knife came out of her chest and her chest was penetrated.
Immediately afterwards, Yu Ling was pulled up by a powerful force and crashed into a warm and familiar strong chest.
Ling'er, are you okay? Yuwen Zhentao hugged her tightly and asked with a nervous look on his face
This story suddenly changed. At that time, Yuwen Zhentao was ten feet away from Yuling's carriage. When she heard her scream, the assassin had kicked the car door and broke in. At the critical moment, Yuwen Zhentao was quick to learn, pulled out the sword from his waist and threw it with all his strength. This time, he took anger. The Yanling Knife poured his internal strength into his body, and came through the air like a long rainbow. The assassin had no time to hum and was pierced by the knife.
When his eyes touched her injured and bleeding arm, Yuwen Zhentao did not hide his heartache expression and shouted at the soldiers who rushed over to hear the news: Hurry, call the doctor!
Yu Ling pushed him away coldly, struggled to stand up, and walked to the assassin's side. The female assassin's chest was stabbed through with a knife, and the blood dyed the blue clothes red. She was about to lose her way, but her sharp eyes stared at her with hatred.
Yu Ling was shocked by the boundless hatred in her eyes and asked: I have no grudges and grudges with you, why do you want to kill me?
Bah... like you... without integrity... shameless bitch... everyone can kill him... hate me... Assassin said intermittently, his eyes full of resentment
Shut up! When death is about to come, I am still talking nonsense here! Yuwen Zhentao shouted coldly
Hum... and you... Lou Zhentao... you traitors... you two... you have eyes... you will not let you go... I curse you... you are cut into pieces... you will die awkwardly...
Before she could finish her words, Yuwen Zhentao couldn't bear it and suddenly pulled out the knife on her chest, and the blood was sprayed out instantly. She groaned and slowly fell to the ground, but her eyes were still unwilling to be wide open, staring at them with endless resentment and hatred, as if she wanted to bring the curse of hell to them.
This tragic scene made Yu Ling fall into an ice cave. Her feet were soft and she knelt on the cold ground. Her whole body was trembling, and her pretty face was as pale as paper. She covered her mouth and wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry.
This made Yuwen Zhentao very worried. He stepped forward and wanted to help her up, but she waved her away with disgust.
Let's go... go away... don't touch me! Yu Ling pushed his hand away in a hoarse voice, weak but stubbornly
Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet, and everyone knelt all over the ground. Yuwen Qinglan's majestic and thick voice came: What happened?
Hearing his voice, Yu Ling's body stiffened significantly, lowered her head and shrank into a ball.
Yuwen Qinglan's eyes were as sharp as a torch, quickly swept over the assassin who fell to the ground and Yu Ling, who was covered in blood, and finally stopped on Yuwen Zhentao, who was stained with blood, and asked slowly: Sixth brother, what's going on?
Yuwen Zhentao dared not hide it, and reported it concisely, while reporting, glanced at Yu Ling with concern, his concern was beyond words.
After listening to the report quietly, Yuwen Qinglan stopped at Yu Ling, whose amber-colored eyes were paused on the ground, but did not step forward to help her up. She just told her lightly: I'm frightened. Since the carriage is broken, I'll catch up with my carriage for the time being to cure my injuries.
At this moment, Baozhu, who was originally knocked unconscious, was rescued. He rushed over and helped Yu Ling, who was kneeling on the ground, and saw Baozhu return safely. He felt a little relieved and allowed her to stagger on Yuwen Qinglan's imperial chasing. Yu Wen Zhentao, who was completely unaware of the fact that Yu Wen Zhentao stared at her back and stood there for a long time without knowing that he was missing.
When Yu Ling boarded the imperial chasing, the doctor of the army had arrived and hurriedly went up to bandage Yu Ling's wound and put medicine on the bleeding.
Yu Ling lets the doctor treat the injury, and her arms are bleeding. The bright red blood stains make her shirt red, but she is like a puppet, and she is at the mercy of others, not crying, making a fuss or crying, as if the one who is injured is not her own body
After the treatment, she lay down quietly without saying a word. Excessive blood loss and extreme mental fatigue made her fall asleep quickly
The doctor walked out with the medicine box. Seeing Yuwen Qinglan standing with his hands behind his back, he hurriedly knelt down to salute.
How is she? Yuwen Qinglan asked calmly
Ask Your Majesty Hongfu, the princess was only injured by some skin and flesh, and she did not hurt her muscles and bones. She would be cured after a few days of rest.
Yuwen Qinglan nodded slightly, waved her hand and asked the doctor to retreat
The space of the Imperial Palace is quite spacious, almost a small house where you can move around Yu Ling sleeps in bed, while Yu Wen Qinglan sits quietly reading the military newspaper.
I don't know how long it took, the lamp suddenly burst out. Yu Wen Qinglan raised her head and rubbed her sore temples. Yu Ling's slight and steady breathing sound came from her ears. He put down the memorial in his hand, stood up and walked to the bed.
Even in her dream, she had her eyebrows deeply locked, and her eyelashes, which were as long as butterflies, cast a deep shadow on her fair melon-shaped face, and her whole body curled up helplessly like a kitten.
Yuwen Qinglan stretched out her broad and thick big hand and gently stroked her pale face. A trace of imperceptible fluctuations flashed in her eyes.
Yu Ling didn't care about the severe pain on her arm and desperately retreated back into the deepest corner of the carriage.
Seeing that the assassin missed a blow, he immediately raised his leg and kicked the car door. He jumped into the car with a slight move.
Yu Ling hurried in the corner of the carriage in fear, watching the assassin rushing towards him fiercely with a dagger. Could it be that he would die here today? She closed her eyes dejectedly admitting her fate.
However, the expected severe pain did not come, but a warm body hit her. Yu Ling opened her eyes strangely, but saw the assassin lying on her body, her chest was holed open, and blood was flowing. A sharp goose-feathered knife came out of her chest and her chest was penetrated.
Immediately afterwards, Yu Ling was pulled up by a powerful force and crashed into a warm and familiar strong chest.
Ling'er, are you okay? Yuwen Zhentao hugged her tightly and asked with a nervous look on his face
This story suddenly changed. At that time, Yuwen Zhentao was ten feet away from Yuling's carriage. When she heard her scream, the assassin had kicked the car door and broke in. At the critical moment, Yuwen Zhentao was quick to learn, pulled out the sword from his waist and threw it with all his strength. This time, he took anger. The Yanling Knife poured his internal strength into his body, and came through the air like a long rainbow. The assassin had no time to hum and was pierced by the knife.
When his eyes touched her injured and bleeding arm, Yuwen Zhentao did not hide his heartache expression and shouted at the soldiers who rushed over to hear the news: Hurry, call the doctor!
Yu Ling pushed him away coldly, struggled to stand up, and walked to the assassin's side. The female assassin's chest was stabbed through with a knife, and the blood dyed the blue clothes red. She was about to lose her way, but her sharp eyes stared at her with hatred.
Yu Ling was shocked by the boundless hatred in her eyes and asked: I have no grudges and grudges with you, why do you want to kill me?
Bah... like you... without integrity... shameless bitch... everyone can kill him... hate me... Assassin said intermittently, his eyes full of resentment
Shut up! When death is about to come, I am still talking nonsense here! Yuwen Zhentao shouted coldly
Hum... and you... Lou Zhentao... you traitors... you two... you have eyes... you will not let you go... I curse you... you are cut into pieces... you will die awkwardly...
Before she could finish her words, Yuwen Zhentao couldn't bear it and suddenly pulled out the knife on her chest, and the blood was sprayed out instantly. She groaned and slowly fell to the ground, but her eyes were still unwilling to be wide open, staring at them with endless resentment and hatred, as if she wanted to bring the curse of hell to them.
This tragic scene made Yu Ling fall into an ice cave. Her feet were soft and she knelt on the cold ground. Her whole body was trembling, and her pretty face was as pale as paper. She covered her mouth and wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry.
This made Yuwen Zhentao very worried. He stepped forward and wanted to help her up, but she waved her away with disgust.
Let's go... go away... don't touch me! Yu Ling pushed his hand away in a hoarse voice, weak but stubbornly
Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet, and everyone knelt all over the ground. Yuwen Qinglan's majestic and thick voice came: What happened?
Hearing his voice, Yu Ling's body stiffened significantly, lowered her head and shrank into a ball.
Yuwen Qinglan's eyes were as sharp as a torch, quickly swept over the assassin who fell to the ground and Yu Ling, who was covered in blood, and finally stopped on Yuwen Zhentao, who was stained with blood, and asked slowly: Sixth brother, what's going on?
Yuwen Zhentao dared not hide it, and reported it concisely, while reporting, glanced at Yu Ling with concern, his concern was beyond words.
After listening to the report quietly, Yuwen Qinglan stopped at Yu Ling, whose amber-colored eyes were paused on the ground, but did not step forward to help her up. She just told her lightly: I'm frightened. Since the carriage is broken, I'll catch up with my carriage for the time being to cure my injuries.
At this moment, Baozhu, who was originally knocked unconscious, was rescued. He rushed over and helped Yu Ling, who was kneeling on the ground, and saw Baozhu return safely. He felt a little relieved and allowed her to stagger on Yuwen Qinglan's imperial chasing. Yu Wen Zhentao, who was completely unaware of the fact that Yu Wen Zhentao stared at her back and stood there for a long time without knowing that he was missing.
When Yu Ling boarded the imperial chasing, the doctor of the army had arrived and hurriedly went up to bandage Yu Ling's wound and put medicine on the bleeding.
Yu Ling lets the doctor treat the injury, and her arms are bleeding. The bright red blood stains make her shirt red, but she is like a puppet, and she is at the mercy of others, not crying, making a fuss or crying, as if the one who is injured is not her own body
After the treatment, she lay down quietly without saying a word. Excessive blood loss and extreme mental fatigue made her fall asleep quickly
The doctor walked out with the medicine box. Seeing Yuwen Qinglan standing with his hands behind his back, he hurriedly knelt down to salute.
How is she? Yuwen Qinglan asked calmly
Ask Your Majesty Hongfu, the princess was only injured by some skin and flesh, and she did not hurt her muscles and bones. She would be cured after a few days of rest.
Yuwen Qinglan nodded slightly, waved her hand and asked the doctor to retreat
The space of the Imperial Palace is quite spacious, almost a small house where you can move around Yu Ling sleeps in bed, while Yu Wen Qinglan sits quietly reading the military newspaper.
I don't know how long it took, the lamp suddenly burst out. Yu Wen Qinglan raised her head and rubbed her sore temples. Yu Ling's slight and steady breathing sound came from her ears. He put down the memorial in his hand, stood up and walked to the bed.
Even in her dream, she had her eyebrows deeply locked, and her eyelashes, which were as long as butterflies, cast a deep shadow on her fair melon-shaped face, and her whole body curled up helplessly like a kitten.
Yuwen Qinglan stretched out her broad and thick big hand and gently stroked her pale face. A trace of imperceptible fluctuations flashed in her eyes.
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