Chapter 23 Miss, I'm in pain

The night was as dark as ink, and Qi Youan sneaked into the envoy's mansion like a ghost, without a trace. He tapped the eaves with his toes, and fell into the inner courtyard with a bend of his body. When he landed, he didn't even stir up a dust

. The room was as dark as an abyss, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you. As soon as he landed, he felt a chill on his neck, and a cold blade was against his throat.

"Who is coming?" The envoy's voice came from the dark. He had already noticed that someone had sneaked in, so he hid in the dark and waited for the rabbit.

Qi Youan's eyes flashed with cold light. He suddenly turned his head, and his left hand wrapped around the other's wrist like a spirit snake.

With a crisp sound of "click", the envoy let go of the pain, and the saber had not yet fallen to the ground, but Qi Youan caught it with his backhand. The blade turned and was placed on the envoy's neck.

"You..." Before the envoy finished speaking, Qi Youan had reached into his arms like lightning and took out the envoy's waist badge. A sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, and he leaped towards the carved window frame.

Under the moonlight, the dark figure was like a roc spreading its wings, and disappeared into the vast night in an instant.

"Catch him!" the envoy shouted. In an instant, dozens of guards rushed into the courtyard with knives. The archers drew their bows and arrows, and the arrows were like locusts, but they didn't even touch the man's clothes.

Suddenly, a shrill scream pierced the night sky. Qi Youan hid in the dark, only to see a postman returning home at night lying in a pool of blood with three feather arrows stuck in his back. He frowned and walked forward, and lightly probed his breath with his fingertips, and he was already dead.

The scattered letters were blown up by the night wind, and one of the letters with gold wax was particularly eye-catching. Qi Youan picked it up and took a closer look, and the five small cinnabar characters on the envelope "The Third Prince's Personal Letter" caught his eye. His fingertips trembled slightly as he removed the wax. When he saw the contents of the letter clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted.

It turned out to be a letter from the person who ran away from home.

Great, the first person he thought of when he was in danger was that irrelevant person. Qi Youan's knuckles turned white as he clutched the letter, and his chest felt inexplicably blocked. When he turned around, his black sleeves rustled in the wind.

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The next day at noon, at the foot of Qingyun Mountain.

Ye Wanwan was tied up with his hands behind his back and taken under a tree. Yu Qing hid behind the maple forest with dozens of bandits. The morning dew had not yet dried, and his fingertips kept stroking the hilt of the knife, with a burning hatred burning in his eyes.

After this night, Ye Wanwan had seen the clues. Yu Qing tied her up because of the jade pendant. The real fish he wanted to catch was the third prince, and it seemed that he did not want to take her life.

Thinking of this, Ye Wanwan gradually grew bolder, tilting his head and asking, "My good man, how dare you ask what grudge you have with the Third Prince?"

Yu Qing glanced at her coldly, and the scabbard suddenly pressed against her throat and said coldly, "I advise you to stay away from the Third Prince, otherwise you will be killed by him without knowing when."

"The man has been caught!"

The bandits pushed a black-clothed boy towards them. Yu Qing saw that the man's face was unfamiliar, and his eyes were full of anger. He pinched Qi Youan's jaw, turned his head and shouted at Ye Wanwan, "Do you think I'm a monkey?"

Ye Wanwan looked at the familiar face, her red lips slightly opened, and she forgot to breathe.

How could it be him! It was really him!

"Very good." Yu Qing drew his knife with his backhand, and the bright knife light reflected his ferocious face, "I will put an end to you today."

When the cold light flashed, the bound boy suddenly broke free from his restraints. The dagger on his waist came out of the cave like a silver snake, "clang" to block the sword, and with a backhand stroke, he cut the hemp rope on Ye Wanwan's wrist.

"Let's go!"

Qi Youan dragged her and ran deep into the forest. The young man was as tall as a crane, but two fists could not beat four hands. In the flash of swords and shadows, three blood flowers had appeared on his back, but he still protected Ye Wanwan and fought his way out. In the end, the girl's shoulder was also stabbed, and the two finally stumbled out of the dead.

The mountain wind was sobbing, and the two people with knife wounds staggered away from the woods. Qi Youan had suffered multiple knife wounds and had lost his strength at this time. His arm was weakly placed on the girl's shoulder, allowing her to pull him forward.

Ye Wanwan regretted it. If she had known this day earlier, she would have deleted all the dangers when she wrote the book of tribulations in the fairy world.

Finally, the two found a hidden cave. At this moment, they were at the end of their strength, and they had to rest here in the late night and heavy dew. Qi Youan's face was as pale as paper, and his black clothes were soaked in blood; Ye Wanwan's hairpins and rings were scattered, and her silk dress was stained red.

At this moment, they no longer looked like a noble lady and a servant, but rather like a couple on the run.

It was cold in spring, and in order to prevent Qi Youan from freezing to death before bleeding to death, Ye Wanwan picked up some firewood and used the friction of a dagger to make a fire to bring some warmth.

The firelight was reflected in front of the two embarrassed people at this time. Qi Youan leaned against the stone wall and looked up at the person next to him who was collecting firewood in a dusty manner.

There was no sign of a lady from a wealthy family. Qi Youan couldn't tell where he hurt at this time, anyway, he hurt everywhere.

He subconsciously leaned on Ye Wanwan's shoulder and said in a slightly coquettish voice: "Miss, I hurt."

His voice was weak and had a rare softness.

Ye Wanwan turned her head and looked into his eyes reflecting the flames. She pouted: "It hurts me too." When their eyes met, they laughed at the same time.

"Why did you suddenly come to save me today?" In the firelight, she saw the boy's eyelashes casting a light shadow on his pale face.

"The master heard that the young lady ran away from home for Mr. Jiang, and ordered the whole mansion to search for her." Qi Youan lowered his eyes, and the firelight danced on his long eyelashes, "I saw the young lady's jewelry scattered on the outskirts of the city, so I took a chance and came here to look for it."

This excuse was really poorly made, but Ye Wanwan was too lazy to expose it. As long as it didn't delay her tribulation, she didn't care.

"Thank you very much, I will reward you well when I go back." She smiled and then frowned, "But you just said, for Mr. Jiang?"

"It's said so in the mansion..." Qi Youan pretended to be frightened, but secretly looked at her expression carefully in the firelight.

"What's the rumor?"

"It's said... that the young lady fell in love with Mr. Jiang, and when she heard that he was engaged, she ran away in grief."

Ye Wanwan couldn't believe the news she heard, and shook her head helplessly: "What nonsense, how could I like him."

Hearing this, Qi Youan felt a lot better for some reason, and then asked: "Why did the young lady run away from home?"

"I... I just heard that he was engaged and thought that I would get married in the future, so I was depressed for a while, and wanted to go out for a walk, but I was accidentally caught by the bandit."

"The young lady doesn't want to get married?" Qi Youan blurted out in a moment of forgetfulness.

Ye Wanwan suddenly came close, her nose almost touching his cheek, with a cunning light in her eyes: "What if I marry you?"

Qi Youan's breathing stagnated, and the firelight made his ears red. Just when he was at a loss, he heard the girl chuckle: "Brother always teases me, saying that he bought you back to be a male concubine."

"Male...male concubine?" No one has used such a word to describe him yet.

"You look a lot like someone I hate." Ye Wanwan tapped his brow with her fingertips, and the arrogant look of Li He appeared in front of her eyes, "But he is both stinky and hard, you are much better than him."

Hearing this, Qi Youan shyly buried his face in her shoulder and rubbed it gently like a wounded little animal: "The slave doesn't want to be hated by the young lady."

Ye Wanwan's heart softened, and she turned around and held his face and rubbed it. The handsome nose of the young man was deformed in her palm, just like a goldfish with puffed cheeks.

"Now the more I look at you, the cuter you are. I really want to keep you as a male pet."

"The slave has no one else, I only have the young lady." What he said was true. He suddenly raised his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes reflected the flickering fire.

Ye Wanwan knew his experience but couldn't help asking, "Where are your family members?"

The cave suddenly became quiet. After a long time, he heard his voice as light as a mosquito's whisper: "I have no family members for a long time..."

This sentence was particularly clear in the empty cave. Ye Wanwan suddenly remembered the four words "family broken and people dead" that she had casually sketched when she wrote the fate book in the fairy world.

Before coming to the world, Ye Wanwan didn't know what family and family affection were. Now that she has been in the Prime Minister's Mansion for a year, she has also had her own feelings and couldn't help saying, "I'm sorry." It's all because of the tribulation book she wrote with her own hands.

"Miss, why do you say that? If you hadn't bought me, I'm afraid I would still be living in the black market." Qi Youan smiled with his pale lips.

Ye Wanwan didn't answer, but lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast two shadows on her pale cheeks. Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the dried blood on her sleeves.

"Miss, I marked the way here when I came. You can see it at dawn and help us escape from here."

She finally nodded gently, and suddenly reached out to hold him in her arms, with a straightforward movement that didn't seem like a boudoir lady.

Qi Youan was caught off guard by a warm and soft place, and his nose was immediately filled with the cool fragrance of pears, and his ears were burning.

"You have lost too much blood and can't stand the cold night." Ye Wanwan's voice came from above his head, and when her fingertips accidentally brushed against the back of his neck, it aroused a slight shudder.

Qi Youan froze and dared not move. Through the thin clothes, he could hear the other person's steady heartbeat, which was a long-lost warmth.

...

He was drowsy, his eyelids seemed to be heavy, and in a trance, he only heard someone calling in his ear: "It's almost there, you hold on."

When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to his bedroom. The candlelight in the house was flickering, and the strong smell of medicine mixed with the smell of blood lingered at the tip of his nose. Her body was wrapped in layers of white cloth, and the medicine bowl on the low table beside the couch was still warm. Qi Youan struggled to stand up, and

couldn't help but gasp when he touched the wound. He originally just wanted to save the young lady to gain her trust, but he almost lost his life.

The Prime Minister was originally furious, and he felt distressed when he saw his daughter's weak appearance.

After knowing the whole story, the Prime Minister was furious and was determined to wipe out the bandit's nest. At the same time, the third prince also got the news. He was busy eliminating the bandits recently. When he learned that Ye Wanwan had caused this disaster, he also wanted to find out the whereabouts of the bandits while visiting her.

"That group of people is entrenched in Qingyun Mountain, and it seems that they have a deep grudge against the royal family. The leader of the bandits saw at a glance that the jade pendant given to my daughter by the third prince was from the royal family. Thanks to the agility of the servant beside my daughter, he fought against a hundred people alone and escaped." " Are

you talking about that Ergou? I didn't expect his skills to be so amazing." Rong Zhenyan nodded approvingly, thinking of the first time he met him at the banquet, and secretly thought about something.

After the third prince left, the prime minister said to his daughter with a sullen face: "After the servant recovers from his illness, drive him out of the house."

"Why?" Ye Wanwan asked puzzledly.

"You and the servant were alone all night and did not return home. If it gets out, it will damage your reputation. I spared his life because he saved you."

His father's tone was unquestionable. Ye Wanwan also understood that Li Jie's development should indeed go a step further, and nodded obediently.