The concubine is haunted, my lord, please pay attention

The sharp sword reflected the light in the faint silver moonlight, which made people feel inexplicable fear.

The masked two stopped at the same time and looked at each other.

Why is there only one person left?

Where is the third prince?

No matter, kill first!

Do it!

The masked man raised the sharp sword in his hand and swung it towards the neck of the sleeping man on the bed.

"call out"

The sharp sword made a fierce sound.

The sword edge quickly approached the white neck.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open violently.

"Yixue!"

Yi Ran held the silver whip in her hand, her black and white eyes were fixed on the masked man, and with a flick of her wrist, the silver whip was swung towards the masked man.

The masked man withdrew his sharp sword abruptly, and stepped back to avoid the silver whip.

Taking the opportunity, Yi Ran kept waving the silver whip at the two masked men, making them retreat steadily and unable to make any progress.

She quickly entered the room, walked to the bed, faced the masked man, gently pushed Guo Yixue who was still in a coma with her free hand: "Yixue, Yixue, wake up!"

Guo Yixue's tightly closed eyes did not loosen at all, she was still asleep.

The two masked men looked at each other.

Where are the people from?

kill!

The masked man clenched the hilt of the sword again, pointed the tip of the sword at Yiran, and stepped forward at the same time.

Impatient, Yi Ran waved a silver whip to block the masked man's sharp sword, trying to pick it off, but after finding some difficulty, she could only shout:

"Beiyao! Wen Beiyao! Wen Beiyao, come to Yixue's room quickly! Wen Beiyao!"

**

Cheshuo frowned when he smelled the bloody smell in the air, walked to the bed, found a small porcelain pot in the bag, poured out one, put it into his mouth, and swallowed it slowly.

Wen Beiyao rested his elbows on the table, and supported his chin on the back of his hand. After watching him eat it boredly, he stretched out his hand: "Give me one too."

Cheshuo glanced at him, nodded, poured out one, and handed it to him: "Peppermint, clean the air."

at this time--

"Beiyao! Wen Beiyao...!"

It's Yiran's voice!

Wen Beiyao stood up abruptly, turned around and walked out of the room quickly, holding the handle of the fan tightly.

Che Shuo stepped up and was about to follow, when he suddenly thought of something, found a few porcelain jars from his luggage, put them in his sleeves, and then went out.

**

roof.

... "Wen Beiyao come to Yixue's room quickly!" ...

Ryoko!

Yun Qingmin withdrew his palm, turned around, and after finding their room accurately, with a wave of his right palm, the bricks on the roof kept breaking and he jumped in.

**

Seeing Yiran calling for help, the masked man moved faster and stabbed at Yiran's deadly place with his sharp sword, but she always narrowly dodged it.

The two masked men looked at each other, and tacitly withdrew their sharp swords, but in the next second, they stabbed at the same time, one in front of the other.

Yiran couldn't dodge in time, seeing that she was about to be stabbed, she tried to dodge to the side and shouted: "Beiyao!"

A white fan flew in from outside the door quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly. The white fan precisely passed the necks of the two masked men, and then retreated back outside the door.

The two masked men paused, and the blood spurted out from the neck, and the bright red blood continued to flow.

The masked man couldn't make a sound, and the sharp sword fell from their hands feebly.

They fell backward at the same time, covering their necks with their hands, but in vain, they lost their breath.

Unexpected pain, Yi Ran opened his eyes and saw that the sword had fallen to the ground, heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down on the bed with his legs softened.

Yiran turned her head slowly, trembling with fear all over her body, she opened her lips: "Beiyao..."

Almost, almost...she just...

Wen Beiyao put away the blood-stained white fan, stepped forward, gently hugged her head, and let her bury her in his arms.

He lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair: "I'm sorry...I'm late..."

It was his fault for not counting those people breaking into the room in time.

Yiran took a deep breath, and the familiar smell on the tip of her nose slowly calmed down her restless heart: "Beiyao..."

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Yi Ran...I'm sorry..." His hand patted her back lightly, comforting her.

At this time, a huge crack sounded from the roof.

Wen Beiyao clenched the handle of the fan tightly and looked at the roof vigilantly.

Yi Ran raised her head from his embrace, also holding the silver whip subconsciously.

"Liangzi!"

A familiar voice, followed by a familiar figure descending from the roof, appeared in their eyes.

It's Yun Qingmin.

Wen Beiyao put away the fan: "Qingmin."

Yun Qingmin swept over the corpses on the ground, quickly stepped over, and walked towards the bed.

Yi Ran got up, gave up her seat to him, and said, "Yi Xue seemed to have inhaled a drug and passed out, I just couldn't wake her up."

Yun Qingmin sat on the edge of the bed, and slowly helped Guo Yixue up, letting her lean against him.

He patted her cheek gently with one hand, and held her hand tightly with the other: "Liangzi... Liangzi... Liangzi... don't sleep... Liangzi..."

The voice had a trembling ending, and a deep sense of unease penetrated into his voice.

As soon as Che Shuo entered the room, he saw the figures of Yun Qingmin and Guo Yixue, and he quickly stepped forward: "Let me see."

Yun Qingmin glanced at him, nodded, and gently held Guo Yixue's hand in his, so that he could feel his pulse more conveniently.

Che Shuo caught Guo Yixue's pulse, and after a while, he used his clean and white thumb and index finger to prop up Guo Yixue's tightly closed eyes, and the night couldn't block his sight.

Inexplicably relieved, he took out a porcelain jar from his sleeve, poured out two pills, and explained, "It's fine to inhale some drugs."

Yun Qingmin took the pill, glanced at him, and said stiffly, "Thank you."

Che Shuo said, "No need."

Yun Qingmin pinched Guo Yixue's cheeks lightly, wanting to make her open her mouth, but she didn't dare to use force, unable to make her tightly pursed lips open.

He let go of his hands pinching her cheeks and took the two pills in his mouth at the same time.

Wen Beiyao understood immediately, covered Yi Ran's eyes with his hands, lowered his waist, and whispered in her ear: "Do not look at evil."

Yun Qingmin supported Guo Yixue's shoulder with one hand, supported her head with the other, lowered her body, and pressed her tightly closed lips with her lips.

The tongue licked her lips, and then slowly pried open her tightly closed lips and white teeth, and the pill entered her mouth.

His tongue didn't withdraw, and he slowly stirred it in her mouth, so that the pill could melt faster, allowing her to swallow it.

While doing this, Yun Qingmin looked at her closely with her black eyes.

Che Shuo closed his eyes and turned his head away.

Heart, a little bit, unhappy.

Yun Qingmin slowly withdrew from her mouth until she felt the movement of swallowing, kissed the medicinal juice flowing from the corners of her lips with her lips, and then let go of the hand holding her head.

"Well……"

Guo Yixue frowned, her consciousness gradually cleared up, and the bitter taste of medicine in her mouth made her uncomfortable.

"Liangzi... Liangzi..." Seeing her reaction, Yun Qingmin heaved a sigh of relief, and gently and carefully touched her cheek with one hand.