It is covered with heavy snow, and a little green carriage is moving in it.
But the further they walked, the more cold sweat broke out on the driver's forehead. It was elegant to enjoy the snow in the pavilion, but in this winding mountain, it became a giant beast trapping people.
He didn't dare to tell the people in the car, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue driving.
Ruan Yuyi had just gotten out of the car, and when the wind blew, she was no longer sleepy. Now she was holding a piece of plum preserves in her mouth, opening a corner of the curtain and peeking out.
Behind their carriage, there was only a white space left, and the guards were missing.
She checked repeatedly for a while, and her heart gradually sank. She took back the hand holding the curtain and looked at Jiang Huaiyang, "Your Majesty, the person behind seems to have lost track."
The mountain road is winding and covered with heavy snow, so it is indeed very easy to lose track.
As if responding to her, the carriage suddenly stopped. Without noticing, she leaned forward. Fortunately, he stretched out his hand to catch her, which prevented her from falling.
A rough threatening voice could be heard faintly from outside. It could only be vaguely distinguished that it was not official language. The accent was extremely heavy, so I could only barely understand it with half-guessing.
His brows sank, as if frost and snow had condensed, and his whole body became cold. He told her to stay in the carriage and not go out, and he jumped out of the carriage.
Ruan Yuyi realized that they might have met bandits, so she pursed her lips and remained silent. She pressed her hands to her heart, feeling the uneasy beating there.
Mu Xiang, who was sitting in front of the car, looked frightened and opened the curtain and came in.
She hurriedly asked, "What's going on outside?"
Mu Xiang frowned deeply, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "There are a lot of people, but I think your majesty... I think the young master is quite at ease. Madam, just stay calm."
It's just that the coachman was timid. When he saw that the situation was different, he planned to abandon the coach and leave. However, the bandits threw a dagger at him and the coachman fell off the horse. He made no sound anymore, with a look of fear on his face.
His expression was still frozen.
Her eyebrows were twitching, and she felt better only by holding Mu Xiang's hand.
Mu Xiang whispered in her ear, "It'll be okay, miss."
She nodded and lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.
The shouting and cursing outside became more and more noisy. If you listened carefully, you could still vaguely hear the sound of flesh and blood being broken.
Only then did she realize that what Mu Xiang said about "there are not many people" meant that there were not many people.
She wanted to open the curtain to make sure he was okay, but her hand suddenly stopped. She couldn't open it. Wasn't this a clear way to tell the thieves that there was someone else in the carriage?
She curled up her fingertips.
For the first time, she hated herself for not knowing martial arts. If she were half as good as Bai Zhiyou, although she might not be able to help him, at least she could protect herself and Mu Xiang.
Suddenly, the curtain on the window was opened, and a face with a high nose and a wide face suddenly appeared.
"Ah, isn't there someone else here?" The thief smiled infatuatedly, turning his head as if to say something to his companion, and could only vaguely distinguish the words "beauty".
She was so frightened that she couldn't even scream. It was Muxiang who pulled her, and the two of them seized the opportunity to escape from the cramped, dead-end car in front.
She turned her eyes slightly and saw that there were already many corpses lying on the ground. The so-called rivers of blood were nothing more than that.
Jiang Huaiyang was surrounded in the middle, but he didn't seem weak at all.
He turned his back to her, holding a scimitar that came from the thieves. He stood between the thieves, with his back straight. The sharp blade shone with a cold light, which was frightening to see.
Although she couldn't see his expression, she could almost imagine the sneer on his lips and the thief's blood splattered on his jade-like face.
The thief was approaching her step by step. Without thinking, she shouted, "Your Majesty!"
As expected, Mr. Xuanyi among the piles of corpses looked back, but it was too late. Mu Xiang heard an exclamation in her ears. She turned around and saw that behind her was a long steep slope lined with trees and rocks, with no end in sight.
She stretched out her hand to pull Mu Xiang away, but their fingertips just missed her.
Looking at the thief again, he curled his lips in a sinister manner, and he didn't know what he said. Just by looking at his expression, he knew that they were not clean words.
His explicit gaze made her feel uncomfortable all over. Seeing him reaching out his hand, Ruan Yuyi subconsciously took a step back.
She missed the mark, and for a moment her mind was blank.
Her body hit the tree trunk and continued to slide down. Severe pain shot up from her back, but this situation did not last long. Her arm was pulled by a strong hand, and then she was pulled into an embrace.
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In the dim vision, she could only see that the scene in front of her was constantly being reversed.
There were occasional low hums in my ears.
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Ruan Yuyi woke up with severe pain. When she opened her eyes, they were still completely white.
She leaned against a tree trunk, raised her body, and what she touched was not the thick snow, but a feather-forged cloak with some body heat.
"woke up?"
Jiang Huaiyang bent his knees and sat beside her. Seeing that she woke up, he probed her forehead and felt no strange temperature, and then withdrew his hand with satisfaction.
She reacted for a while, and then the situation in front of her really appeared in her mind one by one.
She looked around and asked, "Is Muxiang here too?"
A muffled voice came from the other side of the tree, "Miss, here." Ruan Yuyi looked around and saw that she only had some scratches, nothing serious, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
However, not to mention that they have no quilt and no food, and they don’t know when Wen Zhi and others will find them. Even in this snowy day, staying here all the time is not an option. They can only find a nearby village as a place to stay.
Do what he wants again.
Since several people had moved on, there was no need to stay any longer.
The snow was extremely thick and soft, and every time a foot stepped down, it would sink into the calves. Ruan Yuyi had a hard time walking, and unknowingly, she fell a lot behind Jiang Huaiyang.
She raised her eyes, pursed her lips, pulled her feet out of the snow, and planned to move forward.
As he walked, the little lady beside him disappeared. He stopped and looked back, and he saw her struggling with the snow. He stretched out his hand to her, and the little lady took it up, and she was pulled away from the snow.
Pulling out, she crashed into his arms uncontrollably.
I don't know if she hit the bridge of her nose or something else, but her eyes were slightly misty.
She held his hand and kept walking, but she lowered her eyes and thought to herself, what if they couldn't get out again?
The sky was getting darker and darker. The sleeves of the two of them blended together, and their bodies touched lightly from time to time as they walked.
Looking up, I saw a vast expanse of white snow that almost reached the dark horizon.
I don’t know the end, I don’t know the direction.
Xue Zhuer was wrapped in a thick layer of despair, grabbing her hold. After walking for too long, her legs were a little sore, and the hand holding his arm also loosened some strength.
She was obviously very tired, and she knew that as long as she spoke, she could probably ask a few people to stop and take a rest, but she pursed her lips tightly and refused to say a word.
"Sir, madam, in front -" Mu Xiang said hoarsely.
She raised her eyes and saw a few wisps of smoke rising from the forest covered with thick white snow.