C44

The carriage moved leisurely, the wheels of the carriage rolled across the great road under the bright autumn sun. The Jackdaws flew past, but they also exuded an air of infinite desolation.

The coachman was someone that Di Xian could trust. After getting on the carriage, Di Xian made Lu Zi Nuo stop looking at him, but Lu Zi Nuo was like an indefatigable doll with his pitch-black eyes open.

Her mind was in a mess, and she was in so much pain that she went berserk. She felt even more guilty.

Di Xian had to put his arm around her shoulders, but she couldn't say any words of consolation. She had grown up together with Lu Zi Nuo, so she naturally knew how deep the relationship between Lu Zi Nuo and him was. But back then, when Zi Ling insisted on eloping on this road, it was not as if she had never criticized him, but if Lu Zi Nuo was willing to let her do so, she would do his best. However, in the end, it wasn't right to place his hopes on someone else. Something had happened.

Ever since he was forced to be displaced, Di Xian knew that no matter when, no matter what, he would have to work hard in order to be able to overcome the obstacles in his path of life. If he wished for others to help or for the heavens to welcome him, he would always fail, and the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

At that time, she wanted to stop him, but Lu Zi Nuo had to grow up as well. The price for growth was injuries, and after getting injured, one would know what to do and what not to do.

The carriage drove on slowly, Lu Zi Nuo also wished that they could continue walking like this, maybe even to the point that they would never reach it.

As the horse carriage drove past the outskirts of the city, two or three children were playing around. Lu Zi Nuo looked at the youths, laughing in the sunlight, making fun of them.

Several youngsters were kicking the shuttlecock. The shuttlecock was made from mountain chicken feathers, and every feather was bright and bright; it was extremely beautiful.

thought back to the scene of the sisters playing with the shuttlecock. Third Sister Zi Ling had always peeked at them from the side, she was a weak and beautiful woman, the best at reading and playing the zither. Although they were not in the same place, she was the best at listening to Lu Zi Nuo's complaints.

In Lu Zi Nuo's eyes, Big Sis Zi Yun was magnanimous, Second Sister Zi Qian was scheming, Third Sister was talented, Fourth Sis Zi Xuan was domineering, Fifth Sis Zi Xun was lively and lively, and the people she was closest to were Third Sister and Fifth Sis.

But who would have thought that such a thin and weak woman like Zi Ling, would give her life for love's sake.

The word love hurt people, and it was not only Lu Zi Ling who hurt her, it was also her. Lu Zi Nuo faintly sighed, supporting her forehead with her hand, she slightly closed her eyes. "The book is right, love is indeed the most hurtful word."

"You're right. Love is the hardest thing to maintain for a long time, so people who are rich in emotions will eventually become shallow and ruthless." Before the sound of his voice faded, the thin blade had already reached Lu Zi Nuo's neck and Di Xian's sword immediately pressed against the person's chest.

The person was dressed in black and slipped in through the window like a catfish. At the moment, he looked boneless and soft as he floated on Lu Zi Nuo's body.

"Who are you!" However, he was not stupid, and knew that if Lu Zi Nuo was a peerless expert, there would be no way that he could take advantage of the opportunity.

"Lang Zi Qing."

Lang Zi Qing's voice was not as deep as it was that night, as if a fist had just landed on cotton. He frowned slightly as he gently pushed away the hilt of the blade on his neck with one finger.

"Are you hurt again? Or don't you remember me? "

Lang Zi Qing was startled, he kept his blade and sheathed his sword.

As he sat opposite of Lu Zi Nuo, Lu Zi Nuo finally looked at him. Because it was daytime, he could see everything clearly. Today, he didn't seem to be wearing any mask. He was a bit thin, but he was actually a person with a clear and suitable body for martial arts. His face was a bit feminine and his eyes were long and narrow.

However, she did not feel that anything was amiss. After all, things happened from the heart, so the current her would definitely not be her usual self.

Lu Zi Nuo looked down, to see that the faint marks on the black robe on Lang Zi Qing's chest were growing bigger, and the smell of blood was spreading. At this point, the coachman felt that something was amiss, and he probed, "Husband?"

Lu Zi Nuo slightly furrowed his brows as he looked at Lang Zi Qing, who was bent over and was about to make a move again, trying his best to keep his voice as even as possible, "Nothing! "Let's continue."

The carriage continued to move forward slowly, and as they neared the city gates, Lang Zi Qing became visibly anxious, "Bring me out of the city."

"I know" Lu Zi Nuo's face remained calm, as if he had already expected this idea, "Otherwise, why did you get into my car when you had nothing better to do?"

Lu Zi Nuo half stood up, the carriage was wider, the empty space in the middle was enough to fit a few seats, and the few seats that were facing him were occupied by Lang Zi Qing. When Lu Zi Nuo saw him as if he was facing a great enemy, he could not help but frown: "That night, Marquis Wu was right in front of you, and you were not so nervous."

Seeing that Lang Zi Qing did not respond, Lu Zi Nuo helplessly curled his lips. "Let's have Di Xian give you a simple bandage first."

Di Xian cut open Lang Zi Qing's clothes, looked at his wound, and couldn't help but frown. He only briefly cleaned up the wound, and then said softly: "This requires an Antidote. "The most important thing is to not let the wound freeze, and the blood must flow continuously. Only then will the poison not invade the body." With that, she jumped off the carriage.

Seeing Lang Zi Qing's wounds being washed away, Lu Zi Nuo did not crease his eyebrows at all. He cheered for him in his heart, thinking of how such a strong person would shed tears for the old man who had dug up wild vegetables.

However, this place was too close to the city gate, and a group of patrolling Marquis of Martialism walked over. Lu Zi Nuo pushed the small cubes on the ground forward, and then shifted them to the left.

Lang Zi Qing was startled, then revealed a relaxed expression, but how could he know, this was all prepared for Zi Ling.

Lu Zi Nuo sighed lightly, and said softly: "I'll have to trouble you for a while, you must not make a sound inside."

Lang Zi Qing slightly nodded and shrunk inside.

Lu Zi Nuo returned Xiao Bu Dian to his original position, lit a mint incense and dispersed the blood.

She looked ahead and could not help but feel nervous. This was the first time that she had hidden a wanted criminal and she still wanted to take him out of the city. She could not help but feel flustered.

The leading Wu Hou lifted the curtain of Lu Zi Nuo's carriage, took a cursory glance, and signaled for them to leave. Just as Wu Hou put down the curtain, Lu Zi Nuo heard a question.

"Halt!" Marquis Wu who was behind surrounded Lu Zi Nuo's carriage. The leader raised his spear and pushed aside the curtain of Lu Zi Nuo's carriage, then pointed it at Lu Zi Nuo: "You, get off the carriage."