Peach Blossom

      The horse was still galloping forward, her face was pale, whether it was blood loss or fear. It's just that even if her life was hanging by a thread, even if the arrow wound was painful, she crouched down on the horse's back, pursed her lips tightly, and tried her best to open her eyes without letting out a cry of pain.

      At that time, when the lock was taken to prison, the interrogation took turns, and the falling stones must come one after another, the little prince's shoulders were immature, how could he bear it?

    Jun Yao hesitated.

    The arrow left the string, let out a weak and rapid whistling, and galloped towards the Hanwang vest.

    Jun Yao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he flew up, his figure was as fast as lightning, and in an instant, he moved from the mountain to the back of King Han, and grabbed the arrow with his bare hands.

    Jun Yao took advantage of the situation to sit behind the King of Han and stretched out his hand to pull the reins.

    Han Wang was so painful that he almost fainted, his eyes were blurred, and his consciousness was almost absent. She wobbled on the horse, thinking she would roll off at any moment. She thought that this time, she was afraid that she was going to die here. She was alone, with no grand ambitions and no ties, so she died, and it seemed that she had no regrets.

    But she was still afraid, when she thought of the word death, she shivered with fear, the arrow wound on her shoulder, and her heart was cut to pieces. The guards fought hard, and she couldn't cause trouble. If she appeared afraid and disturbed the morale of the army, she would really not be able to survive.

    She was clutching the reins, her mind was chaotic, the world was spinning, and she could only hear the rapid sound of hooves behind her. The assassin seemed to be catching up.

    Assassins are so fierce, the guards must not be able to beat them. The King of Han thought to himself, afraid that he would not be able to escape. She regretted it again. When the general helped her mount the horse, he should have ordered the soldiers to flee for their own lives. The assassin wanted her life, and the soldiers might not chase after her when they fled.

    In such cases, one can go one by one, and they should not be buried with her.

    The King of Han was both remorseful and fearful, and was in despair.

    Suddenly she sank behind her, and a pair of arms went around her and took the reins in her hands.

    Han Wang looked back, and the first thing he noticed was a fair and calm nose.

     is a woman.

    She had her arms at her sides, protecting her body in front of her, holding the arrow she just cut in her hand.

    It was like a dream.

    The stench of blood still lingered in her nostrils, the sword had no eyes, and the killing was cruel, she thought she would not survive. In the blood flowing everywhere, a sweet dream suddenly appeared.

    Time seems to slow down.

    Han Wang tried his best to open his eyes, trying to see this person clearly, his tense body relaxed, his mind could no longer hold, and his consciousness was pulled away.

    Passed out.

    Jun Yao frowned, looked at the arrow on her shoulder again, and took her carefully in front of her, not touching the arrow.

    Since this woman appeared, the situation has taken a turn for the worse. It seems that the assassins are in hot pursuit and still have the upper hand. In fact, they have been completely defeated. King Han's horse galloped like a panacea, leaving the crowd behind gradually.

    The assassin saw that not far away was the official road for the crowd, each of them looked at each other, turned their horses' heads, and dispersed.

    The guards of the palace felt relieved when the crisis was over. However, for a moment, they broke out in a cold sweat.

    His Royal Highness is gone!

    Jun Yao saved the King of Han with a single thought.

    I was rescued, but I was at a loss for this little Highness.

    Jun Yao dismounted from the horse and walked on the mountain road, without pulling the reins, the horse followed behind her and walked steadily. The King of Han fell on his horse and passed out.

    Jun Yao looked back at the King of Han, the arrow wound has not yet been treated, if the blood is still bleeding like this, the little highness thinks that he can't hold it.

    It has been saved, but it cannot be saved in vain.

    Jun Yao looked around, but saw that the grass path was deep and ancient trees were abundant. The sky is not early, the towering ancient trees and leaves are shaded, and the night falls very fast in the forest.

    If Jun Yao is alone, she can rest anywhere. At this time, there is a comatose little thing, so she needs to plan for her.

    Seeing that Junyao had stopped, Ma Er also stopped, and lowered her head to nibble the weeds that were overgrown by the road. Jun Yao glanced back at it, the horse snorted, stepped a few steps in place, and followed Jun Yao obediently.

    One person and one horse, plus a little His Highness who has no consciousness, all the way forward in the mountains and forests until a slightly empty flat land. Jun Yao stopped, made a tactic, concentrated her thoughts, and shouted at the open space: "Get up!"

    In a short while, a wooden house rose from the ground.

    Jun Yao turned around, carried King Han off the horse, and walked into the wooden house.

    Although it is a temporary wooden house, the house is fully furnished, with beds, low tables, candlesticks, lights, everything is very convenient.

    Jun Yao put Han Wang on the bed, Han Wang frowned, thinking that the wound was hurting, her smooth forehead was full of sweat, and the fingertips on her side trembled from time to time, extremely is uneasy.

    Have Jun Yao ever taken care of mortals, she is both confused and helpless.

    Mortals are fragile, this little thing is immature and pitiful, and it will shatter when touched.

    She thought about it, took a handkerchief from her sleeve, and wiped the sweat for Han Wang. Her movements were a little unfamiliar, but after seeing the sweat, His Highness's frowning brows seemed to be slightly stretched, and she felt relieved.

    It's time to draw the arrow.

    The magic can protect the heart, and the spiritual power can warm the wound. She is originally a plant, and the grass and trees are warm, and the cultivation is also the Buddha Dharma. stone, and is of great benefit to healing.

    In half an hour, the arrow was pulled out and the injury was restrained.

    It's just that Jun Yao is worried about the sleeping King of Han again.

    She controlled the arrow wound like this. When this little thing wakes up, how should I tell her? Without a medicine, without covering the wound, there is no bleeding, which is too incredible.

    Jun Yao deeply felt that she saved a trouble, not only to heal her injury, but also to take care of her little heart, don't scare her.

    The King of Han was lying on the couch, pale and pitiful. The wound has been treated, and Jun Yaote sealed her acupuncture point so that she could not feel the pain. King Han was much more comfortable in the drowsiness, and his brows were no longer tightly wrinkled, making her more sensible and cute.

    I saw it in Guangping Temple, and I also remember that this little Highness was a good boy who was well-behaved, kind, and courageous.

    Jun Yao sighed slightly.

    Everything has a destiny. The world is huge and immeasurable. She traveled down the mountain, and traveled to all parts of the Kyushu, but she met her, and she was born with kind thoughts, saving her from a precarious situation.

    See, this is fate.

    In this case, she sent the Buddha to the west to treat her well, help her through this calamity, and hope that she will be safe and smooth in the years to come.

    Han Wang woke up at noon the next day.

    When I woke up, the arrow wound on my shoulder was aching, Han Wang took a deep breath, and Fang barely held back the pain. She couldn't move yet, and when she looked down, the blood-stained robe had been taken off, and she had changed into a clean middle coat, which was tightly wrapped around her shoulders, as if a cotton cloth had wrapped the wound.

    She was rescued.

    Who saw her hurt? Who changed her clothes for her?

      The window is open, the sunlight comes in through the window, shines under the window, reflecting a golden halo, quiet and peaceful.

    Han Wang pursed his lips, and his little heart was beating, although he was anxious, he was faintly comforted by the peace of this room.

    Just as Han Wang was at a loss, a footstep sounded from far to near.

    The footsteps were not heavy, soft, and very steady. Han Wang hurriedly turned his head to look at the door. Jun Yao pushed the door and entered, holding a bowl of white porridge in her hand.

    Han Wang was stunned, opened his mouth slightly, showing a surprised look.

    She remembers!

    This older sister, who looks better than a fairy, is the one who rescued her from an assassin.

    The author has something to say:

    Guangping Temple in the distance.

     Hui said: "Master, Master, it's not good, everything in a guest room is gone!"

    Host: "Huh?"

     Hui said: "Master, Master, it's not good, some of the medicines in the pharmacy are missing!"

    Host: “emmmm…”

     Hui said: "Master, master, it's not good, the new clothes made by brother are gone!"

    Host: "Oh."