King Xuan found his way to the foot of the mountain.

The trap without the turf was particularly eye-catching.

Xuan Jiawei's expression changed and he stepped forward first.

They were all in a sad mood...craning their necks to take a look, but they turned back blankly: "There...is nothing inside."

They immediately heaved a sigh of relief: "The princess is a lucky person, and she will never fall into such a trap."

"The turf disappeared, revealing the trap. But there was no prey inside... She has been here before... It was her, or maybe someone else, who almost fell in, but was rescued." King Xuan quickly guessed the result.

"Did the princess and others save themselves? Or was it a nearby farmer?" the guard asked the doubt in his heart.

"Look for any footprints nearby," King Xuan said.

The guard said in surprise: "Didn't His Highness say that the princess would erase her own footprints?"

"If an outsider rescues the princess, they will not erase their footprints." Another guard's mind started to spin rapidly.

The rest of the people showed signs of understanding and immediately started searching for their footprints.

The action is much faster now.

"...Your Highness! The footprints went in this direction. Although they were somewhat obscured by fallen leaves, you can still identify them if you look carefully." Soon one of the guards said excitedly.

King Xuan walked over.

The guards were busy pushing away all the fallen leaves.

"There are a lot of people." King Xuan said solemnly.

These words made their hearts sink again.

At the end of the night, my heart was up and down.

"Could it be that the Mon soldiers are chasing us? Their army was blocked by us in Zicheng, and we 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 person.

"Follow the footsteps and walk quickly." King Xuan said, and strode ahead.

The others hurriedly followed, holding the handle of the knife with their hands.

They followed the tracks and found a mountain col.

Turning around the hillside, you can see the situation in the mountain col... They did not move in a hurry, but slowed down their steps. When they poked their heads out, they could vaguely see the dancing light of the fire.

It seemed a little strange to light a fire in the daytime. The guard muttered secretly.

King Xuan raised his eyelids: "Fight in."

The others did not hesitate, stretched out their hands and quickly climbed over the small slope, and as soon as they stood up straight, they drew their swords.

The sound of being unsheathed alerted everyone in the col.

They stood up one after another and drew their weapons.

But it is a long sword.

"Who is coming?" The leader shouted sharply, his voice filled with vicissitudes of life.

"Don't do it!" Xue Qingyin's voice sounded soon after, and she shouted: "One of our own!"

The people brought by King Xuan were dumbfounded.

ah?

Are we one of our own again? Where are there so many of our own people?

King Xuan said nothing. He pursed his lips and glanced across the crowd, finally landing on her.

At this glance, it seems that a long spring, summer, autumn and winter have passed.

Her dress was in tatters, covered in blood and dirt, her hair was messy, and there were two leaves hanging down on her head.

The eyebrows and eyes were also stained.

He was holding a broken bowl from somewhere in his hand, looking pitiful as if he had just returned from begging.

Has she ever suffered such hardship?

How could she endure such hardship?

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

The Qinggui Army on the other side also felt strange.

Why are you alone?

But they opened their mouths, but in the end they said nothing or waved their swords at each other. After all, everyone had put away their swords.

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

The armor this man is wearing is very unusual.

The demeanor on his body 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?

They tensed their muscles and gripped the hilt of the sword tighter.

However, King Xuan didn't even turn his head to look at them at this time. He didn't care whether they pulled out knives or swords, or whether they held malice or kindness in their eyes.

He walked quickly to Xue Qingyin in a few long steps and took her into his arms.

Tight.

It seemed as if he was trying to pull her into his own flesh and blood.

Xue Qingyin: "Bowl!"

King Xuan: "..."

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

Qing Guijun's eyelids suddenly twitched.

That's their bowl!

King Xuan hugged her tightly again.

Xue Qingyin felt her body light up as she was picked up by him like this.

Xue Qingyin said softly: "It hurts."

King Xuan: "..."

Xue Qingyin put her chin on his chest and said in a sweeter voice: "It really hurts. I'm not lying to you..."

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

Xue Qingyin sniffed: "You are so fierce."

He stared at her face, raised his hand and pressed her lips: "Does it hurt here?"

There were deep tooth marks on her lips.

Probably at some point, she had to bite her lower lip tightly in order to relieve the extreme tension.

Xue Qingyin nodded: "Well, a little bit."

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

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

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

The large scratch marks on her white wrist caught King Xuan's eyes.

That moment.

Xue Qingyin could clearly feel that the evil aura on his body was getting stronger.

She couldn't see his expression.

But it must be extremely ugly.

Xue Qingyin couldn't help but shrink her hands, feeling that it was not impossible not to act coquettishly at this moment.

But how could King Xuan allow her to take it back?

He grabbed her, and she pulled back, pulling her to the bone again.

"Hiss." A cry of pain that could not be restrained jumped out of Xue Qingyin's mouth.

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

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