King Xuan found the foot of the mountain all the way.

The trap without turf is particularly eye-catching.

Xuanjiawei's face changed and he walked forward first.

They all felt sad... They stretched their necks and looked at them, but turned back in a daze: "There is nothing inside."

They immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "The princess is auspicious and natural person, and I think she would not fall into such a trap."

"The turf disappeared, revealing a trap. There was no prey inside... She had been here... It was her, maybe someone else, who almost fell in and was rescued." King Xuan quickly guessed the result.

"Did the princess save himself? Or is it a nearby farmer?" The guard asked the doubts in his heart.

"Find out if there are any footprints nearby." Xuan Wangdao.

The guard said in surprise: "Didn't your highness say that the princess will erase her footprints?"

"If there were outsiders who saved the princess, they would not erase their footprints." Another guard's mind turned quickly.

The rest showed a clear look and immediately searched for footprints.

The movement is much faster now.

"...Your Highness! Your footprints are heading in this direction. Although they are covered by fallen leaves, they can still be identified by careful searching." Soon a personal guard said excitedly.

King Xuan walked over.

The personal guards hurriedly pushed away all the fallen leaves.

"There are many people." King Xuan said in a deep voice.

These words suddenly made their hearts sink.

After that night, my heart was clean and up and down here.

"Is it because the Meng soldiers chased me? Their army was blocked by us and killed in Zicheng. I still have time to come here to hunt down the princess?" The guard said in disbelief.

King Xuan pinched his fingertips.

He was worried that it was He Songning's man.

"Follow the trails and move quickly." King Xuan said, and walked forward with great strides.

The rest of the people hurriedly followed and pressed the handle of the knife.

They found a valley along their footsteps.

Turning around the hillside, you can see the situation in the valley... They did not rush to move, but took their steps lightly. They poked their heads out and saw a vaguely jumping fire.

The fire was lit during the day, and it seemed a little weird. The guard muttered in his heart.

King Xuan lifted his eyelids: "Get in."

The others did not hesitate, and reached out and climbed over the small earth slope quickly, and pulled out the knife as soon as they stood.

The sound of unsheathing alarmed the people in the valley.

They all stood up and pulled out their weapons.

But it is a long sword.

"Who is coming?" The leader shouted violently, his voice carrying vicissitudes.

"Don't do it!" Xue Qingyin's voice rang out immediately, and she whispered loudly: "Owner!"

The people brought by King Xuan were stunned.

ah?

Are you my own people again? Where are so many of your own people?

King Xuan said nothing. He pursed his lips, his eyes flashed across everyone, and finally fell on her.

This glance seems to have gone through a long spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Her dress was torn and covered in blood and mud, her hair was scattered, and two leaves were hanging on her head.

The eyebrows and eyes were also dirty.

Holding a broken bowl that came from somewhere in my hand, I looked pitiful, as if I had just been begging for it.

How could she have suffered such hardship?

Where can she suffer such hardship?

King Xuan clenched his heart suddenly, and without thinking, he quickly walked towards her.

Qing Gui's army also found it strange.

Why are you the only one?

But they opened their mouths, but in the end they didn't make a sound, nor did they wave their swords to each other. After all, they all put away their swords.

They just frowned, stared at King Xuan's figure, and watched him step by step approach the stunning woman...

The armor this man wore was very unusual.

The body's demeanor is also very unusual.

When did the Liang Dynasty have such a young general?

They looked at each other and vaguely guessed their identity.

Is it... King Xuan?

Their muscles were tighter, and their hands holding the hilt were tighter.

However, at this time, King Xuan turned his head and looked at them for a long time. He didn't care whether they pulled out a knife or a sword, and whether they were malicious or kind-hearted in their eyes.

He strides a few times, walked to Xue Qingyin, and took her into his arms.

Tightly.

It seemed to be about to snag her into her flesh and blood.

Xue Qingyin: "Bowl!"

King Xuan: “…”

He pulled away the bowl from her hand and threw it away.

Qing Guijun's eyelids suddenly jumped.

That's their bowl!

King Xuan hugged her tightly again.

Xue Qingyin only felt that her body was lighter and she was actually being picked up by him like this.

Xue Qingyin said in a sweet voice: "It hurts."

King Xuan: “…”

Xue Qingyin put her chin in front of his chest, and her voice became even more delicate: "It really hurts, I'm not lying to you..."

King Xuan put her down, his voice cold and his tone was heavy: "Where does it hurt?"

Xue Qingyin sniffed: "You are so fierce."

He stared at her face and raised his hand to hold her lips: "It hurts here?"

There were deep tooth marks on her lips.

It was probably at some point that in order to relieve her extreme tension, she had to bite her lower lip tightly.

Xue Qingyin nodded: "Well, there's a little bit."

Her eyes were a little sore, as if she was full of grievances waiting to pour out.

"Where else?" King Xuan asked, grabbing her wrist.

He lifted up a corner of his sleeve and looked down.

The large scratches on her fair wrists just came into King Xuan's eyes.

That moment.

Xue Qingyin could clearly sense that the evil spirit on his body was a little stronger.

She couldn't see his expression.

But it must be extremely ugly.

Xue Qingyin couldn't help but shrink her hand, feeling that it seemed that it would be impossible not to act coquettishly at this moment.

But where did King Xuan allow her to take it back?

He grabbed it, she pulled it back, and then pulled it into the crack of the bone again.

"Hiss." A painful cry failed to hold it tight and jumped out of Xue Qingyin's mouth.

King Xuan immediately held her arm: "Is it injured here too?"

Xue Qingyin nodded carefully: "Ah, maybe... it's a dislocation?"
To be continued...