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"The horse trotted happily.
Wen Zhi is a head taller than me, but even as he lay on the horse's back, he didn't block my view. He just stayed still, his body stiff. I patted his shoulder and said, 'Relax, it's okay.'"
He became even stiffer.
What I didn't expect was that the people from Prime Minister's Mansion caught up so quickly.
A sharp sound of arrows came across the sky, and I tightened the reins, narrowly avoiding them by turning my head. The arrows kept coming one after another.
I had to dismount and give the horse a hard whip, making it run faster. Wen Zhi ran off with the horse, and I could only hear his anxious voice getting fainter: " Ms.? Chu Yue!"
I raised my lips, oh, this foolish scholar, finally calling my name.
Turning around with narrowed eyes, the group of black-clothed people in front of me is obviously well-trained. They have a very clear goal and professional equipment. They are people of the martial arts world, they are assassins, they are fugitives. I coldly drew the sword from my waist, the blade flashing with silver light, reflecting their lifeless eyes.
They rushed up, and I tightened my grip on the sword in my hand. If I wanted to survive, I had to kill every single one of them.
The only thing to do with these desperate characters is to fight them to the death.
It gradually started to rain from the sky. My master once taught me how to use the rain to draw my sword faster, and this became the reason for my victory.
When the last person fell, my hands, legs, and shoulders were all stained with blood. I knelt on the ground, leaning on my sword, breathing heavily.
The air in the nasal cavity seems to be slowly dissipating, and my body is getting colder and colder. The rain is getting heavier, blurring my vision. I can't hold on anymore, and I can't even grip the sword steadily.
"Ms.? Ms.! Chu Yue? Chu Yue, where are you?" Until I heard that familiar and cold voice, the corners of my mouth unconsciously lifted. In the last moment before passing out, I saw the anxious expression in Wen Zhi's eyes.
"Chu Yue!"
Waking up again, it was due to hunger.
Subconsciously reaching for the sword in my hand, it was gone! I stood up and turned around to catch a glimpse of Wen Zhi leaning against the cave entrance, tightly holding my sword.
The cave was somewhat cold and damp. He made a fire next to me and then ran to the cave entrance to block the chilly wind.
I was only wearing a thin inner lining, and the outer robe covered me.
"This foolish scholar," I muttered to myself.
I walked lightly to his side and just covered him with my coat when he woke up.
"Hmm? Miss Chu Yue, are you awake? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
I looked and saw that some hemostatic herbs had been applied to my body. Although the job was a bit rough, it still had a good effect.
I raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did you pick the herbs yourself?"
He blushed and nodded, and I praised, "Not bad. You even know about the hemostatic vine. Instead of being a scholar, you could consider becoming a doctor."
Wen Zhi blushed and said, "Miss Chu Yue, please don't make fun of me. Is there anything wrong with you?" After speaking, he started coughing violently.
I frowned, blowing in the cold wind all night, and wearing so thinly, I must have caught a cold.
"Where's the horse?"
"I tied the horse to the tree."
"Put on your clothes, let's go."
"You're not resting?"
I turned my head and blinked at him, "I've rested enough."
As soon as I returned to the courtyard, the master came to greet me: "You, you, please be more considerate!" He gave Wen Zhi a cold glance and snorted before helping me into the house.
I grabbed his hand and said, "Master, don't blame Wen Zhi. He saved me."
"If it weren't for him, would you have ended up in such a dangerous situation?"
I have no words.
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