Demon King and Concubine

Chapter 292 Tian Tian Injured (2)
"There was no accident. Thanks to the help of the stewards of Nishang Pavilion, there were no problems in the checkpoints along the way. The seat belts brought everyone into the capital."

As he said that, he turned his head and glanced at the princess, secretly thinking about the things he had seen along the way.

I thought they were just ordinary merchants, but after getting along all the way, I found that even the most ordinary servants have their own differences, and those managers are even more capable. How did the princess find so many talents?

Moreover, they sincerely admire the princess, and they are called sons. Every time they mention it, they always look forward to it with a look of admiration, and they complete her orders without any doubts or discounts, just like ... They treat their master like this.

Duanmu Tian felt his strange gaze, and couldn't help but look sideways at him, and asked, "What's the problem?"

"No, no!" He received the baptism of eyes from the master almost at the same time, and said immediately, "The subordinates just think that the stewards of the princess are very good, which makes the subordinates feel ashamed."

"It's just some treacherous merchants who only calculate money all day long, yet they can be praised like you. If they find out, I don't know how they will be fooled."

Princess, you are so humble, or don't you know that the more treacherous you are, the better and longer you can live in this world?
The people below had already prepared all the washing and changing items, and Cong An told Jun Xiuran about their journey back to Beijing in a concise and clear manner, and then retreated.

At this time, Duanmu Tian had already cleaned up, put on clean clothes and came out of the inner room, looked at Jun Xiuran who seemed to be in deep thought, and asked, "Shall we go into the palace to see the emperor now?"

He turned his head, then leaned back lazily, opened his arms to her, and said, "My concubine, come and change clothes for me."

He has always been keen on getting Tiantian to change his clothes for him, and he will try his best as long as he catches the opportunity. Although he has never succeeded so far, he is facing the matter related to his family Tiantian. When he was young, he always had endless motivation, and it was no problem to have repeated defeats and battles.

Duanmu Tian glanced at him, then walked in front of him, stretched out his hand, grabbed his skirt, lifted him from the chair when his eyes suddenly lit up, then turned around and dragged him into the inner room.

Cong An, who was guarding the door, suddenly heard the exclamation of the master coming from the room, and immediately put on guard and almost rushed in, but then he heard a "hiss" again, as if Whose clothes are torn.

He blinked, his eyes lit up, and then retreated to the corner outside the door, pricking up his ears to listen carefully.

After listening carefully, he heard the master's moaning voice coming from the room: "Tian Tian, ​​don't be so rude, look, the clothes are all torn."

"It's already broken, do you still want to wear it next time?"

"Sew and mend, and it will be another year."

Outside the door Cong An suddenly bumped his head against the wall.

After tossing around here, it's almost dark, but even so, those who should enter the palace still have to enter the palace.

The carriage departed from King Yao's mansion and headed towards the palace. Jun Xiuran and Duanmu Tian sat in the carriage, both of them were drowsy, their heads resting on their heads and they closed their eyes.

Although they were still alive and well just now, in fact, they were really tired all the way, and they had just had a fight outside the city. At this moment, on the carriage heading to the palace, in this space that seems to be isolated from the outside world, even if there are people on the street The noise came in, as if it was far away, and with the shaking of the carriage, he became a little dizzy.

It's not far from King Yao's mansion to the imperial palace, but it's not close either. Cong An and Shunzi were driving the carriage outside, neither of them spoke quietly.

Turning the corner ahead, and going two miles ahead to the imperial palace, at this moment, the two people who were resting in the carriage with their eyes closed suddenly opened their eyes at the same time, a warning sign came out.

Almost at the same time, there was a sudden "swoosh", like an arrow piercing through space and coming from outside the sky, and came towards the carriage ferociously.

In front of the carriage, Cong An and Shunzi were also shocked, and Shunzi drew his sword without saying a word, flew up and slashed at the arrow that was killing him.

"Get out of the way!"

There was a loud "bang", the collision of the sword and the arrow did not make the clang of metal clashing, but the dull roar of the collision of heavy objects.

Then Shunzi was thrown backwards by the huge force, and crashed into the carriage. The arrow was also slashed by him, and the direction was deviated, and it was nailed straight to the side with a "poof". On the bluestone board, three inches into the stone.

Seeing this, Cong An took a breath, reined in the horse and stopped, fully alert.

And after Shunzi crashed into the carriage, he suddenly stretched out a hand from behind, lightly supported his body on his back, and from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a black figure beside him , Floating out from the gap opened by him.

He was startled and hurriedly wanted to follow, but when he moved, his hands felt numb and he could hardly lift them up.

The strength of that arrow was really too great, he faced such shocks with both hands, and could no longer feel their existence in a short time.

The hand behind his back left at this time, and then quickly grabbed his wrist, and the other hand passed over his arm. He felt as if he was twisting, pulling, and pinching. , Every movement was accompanied by the "click" sound of bones rubbing, and then the numbness in his arm quickly subsided and he regained consciousness.

Then he did the same, and the numbness of the other hand quickly subsided, and he regained consciousness.

Only at this time can he turn around and look at the people behind him.

"Thank you princess!"

Duanmu Tian withdrew his hands, and only nodded when he heard the words, but his eyes fell on the street outside the carriage, and he said calmly: "We're going to fight again."

On the street outside, a dense crowd of masked men in black suddenly appeared, surrounding the front and back of their carriage. On the small buildings on both sides of the street, a large number of men in black also appeared, with bows and arrows in hand, straight Pointing to the carriage between them and the man standing on top of the carriage at the moment.

Draw the bow, nock the arrow, draw the string.

Without any hesitation or delay, countless arrows converged towards the center, densely packed with almost no gaps.

Cong An also jumped onto the roof of the carriage, facing away from his master to block the densely packed arrows. For a moment, only the sound of "jingle" could be heard, and the master and servant stood on the roof of the carriage to block a large number of surging arrows. In the carriage below, Duanmu Tian floated out of the carriage and rushed towards the man in black in front.

The arrow suddenly turned and shot towards Duanmu Tian's back.

(End of this chapter)