My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 15

In the dark woods, a few frightened sparrows flew out, adding a touch of fear to the original frightening atmosphere.As they got closer, the sounds of fighting and screaming became clearer and clearer.

"Save people." The man in white reined in his horse and stopped, got off his horse, and disappeared into the crowd with the man in green.

The originally tragic battlefield changed the situation because of the two of them joining.

The man in white was agile, holding a soft sword, swung his hand, and shattered the tendons of the people in front of him, splitting his body from the middle.

The man in Tsing Yi raised his inner strength secretly, gathered Qi at his fingertips, and walked with his sword, shattering the bodies of the assassins.

After a while, more than a hundred corpses piled up like a hill.

Lieutenant General Liu Zhengwei's hawk eyes were stained blood-red, and hideous sword marks were strewn across the silver armor. The blood stained his whole body. His originally upright face could no longer be seen clearly. Blood mixed with sweat dripped from his black hair.

He looked at the two elegant men standing in front, narrowed his eyes slightly, and cast a probing look.

The martial arts of these two people are all above him, their moves are very similar to the ancestral sword control skills of the Northern Kingdom royal family, are they from the Northern Kingdom court?
Although he thought so in his heart, his face remained the same, holding a spear in his hand to support his tired body, he came to the man in white and cupped his hands. "Since ancient times, a hero was born in a young age. If you dare to ask the young hero Gao's name and where he lives, he will come to pay his respects someday."

The starry eyes of the man in white drooped slightly, and the clothes on his body were spotless. He quickly inserted the long sword back into the scabbard, and replied politely. "When the road is uneven, draw your sword to help, it's a matter of duty."

Liu Zhengwei still wanted to say something, but his eyes fell on a slender figure not far away, but seeing that her footsteps were a little unsteady, she staggered out from the dark while holding onto the tree trunk.

When he saw the person's face clearly, Liu Zhengwei showed joy, and hurried forward, cupping his hands. "Your Highness, are you okay, where are you hurt?"

As he said, a pair of star eyes looked at Hua Rumo up and down, wanting to see if she was injured.

There was a slight smile on Hua Rumo's indifferent face, her clear eyes were as quiet as a deep pool, she shook her head, indicating that she was fine, her gaze skipped the audience, but she didn't see Xia Ziye's figure, and she became worried.His eyes shifted, and his eyes fell on the man in white beside him, but he saw his face change, and an inexplicable anger lingered around him.

The man in Tsing Yi had a tense face, and his hand holding the long sword was tight.

Could it be that this group of people was covered in blood all over their bodies during the battle, and their identities could be known from their clothes.Judging from their accents, they don't look like people from the Northern Kingdom. Could this princess be Princess Aoyue who is about to marry King Han?

Thinking of this, the handsome face under the mask had a gloomy and cold light.Didn't it mean that the one who made the kiss was Princess Aoyue?How did she become the princess of the southern kingdom?

The hands in his sleeves were tightly clenched, he glanced at Hua Rumo indifferently, took out a small medicine bottle from his sleeve and threw it to her, said in a cold voice. "Nephrite ointment, take it in the morning and evening, and the scar will be removed in three days. I still have something to do, so I will leave first."

"Huh?" Hua Rumo caught the medicine bottle and wanted to say something, but she didn't expect the two figures to disappear into the night as soon as they turned around.There was the sound of horseshoes in the distance, and it gradually drifted away.

Hua Rumo looked at the exquisite porcelain vase in her hand, a warm current flowed through her heart, she stretched out her palm, there were two hideous bloodstains, and the flesh and blood turned outward. If he hadn't reminded her, she would have forgotten that her hand was still injured.

North.

In a brightly lit room, the bright candlelight flickered slightly, casting shadows flickering all over the floor.The house was lingering with mist, and a few black robes were draped over the two-meter-high splash-ink landscape screen, and a pair of white tiger-skin combat boots were placed underneath.

The silvery moonlight poured down through the thin clouds, climbed up the window sill, fell into the window, and sprinkled a pool of condensed light-colored halo.

With a splash, a thin and thin figure emerged from the corner of the pool, but he saw his long hair floating on the water surface, slowly scattered, his eyebrows were clear and picturesque, his knife-like side face reflected a cold and hard outline, his eyelids moved slightly, and his eyes were cold. It opened suddenly, with a lazy and indifferent expression like an idle cheetah, with sharp and sharp eyes.

After a long time, he squinted his eyes and glanced at the direction of the screen.Then, there was a sound of footsteps behind the screen, followed by a crisp male voice.

"Master, the spies are here to report."

The man frowned, got up slowly, wiped off the water stains on his body, pulled up a robe and draped it casually on his body, and walked out of the screen slowly with a towel on his wet hair.

The man who had spoken before stepped forward quickly and whispered something in his ear.

The man hooked the corners of his mouth, narrowed his eyes dangerously, with an unfathomable expression on his face, thought for a while, and said. "Then let her live, it may be more useful to us."

"Yes." The man bowed his hands and stepped back.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning, through the window, illuminated Xia Ziye's pale face. His face was picturesque with frailty, and there were two slender sword wounds on his resolute chin.His silkworm eyebrows were tightly furrowed into a deep "Chuan" character, his thin lips trembled slightly, and he muttered something, as if he had fallen into a terrifying dream.

(End of this chapter)