Feng Qiuhuang: The First Princess

Chapter 31
A black horse galloped wildly in the snow, meandering past, splashing large flakes of snow. The boy on the horse was wearing a thick satin cloak, with the wind passing through his hair, and the blizzard was caught, flying in mid-air, like a carefully carved His handsome face was stern and steady, and a hint of worry could be vaguely seen in those pitch-black eyes.

The hand holding the rein was very hard, and the bulging veins on the back of the hand revealed his emotions, and he was not as calm as he looked on the outside.

Mercedes-Benz can experience the thrill of surpassing, but the young man's eyes are fixed on the front, as if he wants to see the figure he is looking forward to.

One man and one horse looked very small in the open snow field, the wind and snow were heavy, and the road ahead was uncertain. What could be staring at him in front of him?

Suddenly the young man reined in his horse, his stern eyes turned back, as if someone had passed him just now, he smelled a bloody and aloof aura.

The wind and snow were so strong that he couldn't see the man's face clearly. A gust of wind blew by and rolled up the blizzard. There was a moment of clarity in front of his eyes. He saw a slender figure with silver hair flying wantonly in the wind, giving people a kind of Very domineering feeling.

Why is this figure familiar?

The black-clothed boy just wanted to see clearly again, but the wind and snow had blocked his sight, and he couldn't see anything. In the wilderness, in the middle of the night, there would still be traces of people. It's really strange, let alone here...

The young man stopped thinking about it, clamped his horse's belly and ran forward.

"Lian Yu..." Lian Yu, who was supposed to be in a coma, stood up with amazing perseverance. Never give up hope of living.

She didn't know why the silver-haired boy let her go, maybe it was his sudden idea, but it was her chance to live.

She knew that with her seriously injured body, it would be very difficult to walk a distance, let alone walk back to Shengjing, but she didn't want to give up.

"Chu..." Hearing Chu Yan's voice just two steps away, Lian Yu thought she was having auditory hallucinations, as if she was relieved, all the strength in her body was immediately taken away, Lian Yu's feet softened, fall forward...

"Lian Yu!" Chu Yan was startled, and hurried forward, hugging her limp body, seeing the wound on her chest, her cold eyes suddenly widened, and she hugged her involuntarily.

Lian Yu's voice was almost inaudible, "My qin...and flute..."

Chu Yan held her with one hand, picked up her guqin and the truncated piccolo, with a heavy and terrified face, and said softly: "Xiao Yuer, don't be afraid, you will be fine, I'm here!"

Lian Yu's heart warmed up. Under the hazy moonlight, the young man's voice was deep and steady, his face was so handsome that he looked like a god...

"So tired..." After murmuring softly, he fell into a coma.

(End of this chapter)