Chapter 30

"Is there anything wrong?" Yin Chenlang asked Shen Anyan across the half torn carriage curtain. At this time, Yin Chenlang was still panting slightly, and his eyes were full of worry.

Shen Anyan was still a little frightened at the scene just now. The blood hadn't completely flowed normally. She stared at Yin Chenlang with wide eyes and shook her head to show him that he didn't have to care about himself, "no, it's all right, I'm all right."

Yinwu came over with a sword, handed a rag with patterns to Yin Chenlang and said, "just now the Yingwen was pulled off the assassin. The assassin was a dead man. He took off all the things symbolizing his identity before he came. Only the patterns on the corners of his clothes were found by Yingwen."

Yin Chenlang looked back at yinwu and took the rags. His face suddenly became gloomy and sneered: "Oh, it was him."

Sheng Yu also approached, took the rags from Yin Chenlang's hand, looked at them, frowned and said, "at the foot of the emperor, the prince has been so bold."

crown prince? The prince also loves to do such sneaky things. Shen Anyan has no good feelings for the sinister prince. He turned his head and touched Yuxiang, indicating that she was at ease, and then got out of the carriage.

Yin Wu's look became colder and colder in the night, and said, "he won't succeed this time. He's the last one to gamble."

A cold wind blew, and the bright full moon of the Mid Autumn Festival hung high in the sky, sprinkled silver light on the bottom, and plated a layer of silver light on the night walkers.

Through the ages, history turns in turn. Only the immortal moon in the vast sky can witness the rise and fall of history and the rise of the king.

"Keep an eye on me." Yin Chenlang looked up slightly and looked like a king. "Kongtong sect always works for him. Now it still sends such a cutting-edge dead man. I'm afraid it has been used by him."

"Yes." Sheng Yu nodded to Yin Chenlang.

Suddenly, a strange sound broke the silence. I heard people's heart throb and blood coagulate.

"What sound?" Yu Xiang asked.

I don't know what happened. Yin Chenlang and they have pulled out their swords one after another, and the reaction is amazing.

In the darkness, only the long blade waved and burst out a dazzling fierce light. Yin Chenlang and them mixed into the light and shadow of the sword and entered the battle again.

Every time the light of the sharp blade flashed, there were blood beads sprayed. With the blood beads splashing, there were blood flowers splashing around.

Shen Anyan saw clearly that there was a wave of assassins! And the number is huge.

The sound of "Deng Deng" sword collision is particularly harsh and abrupt in the quiet night, adding a string of dangerous symbols to the Happy Mid Autumn Festival.

"Who's there!" the officers and soldiers in the distance had approached, heard the fierce fighting, took out their sabers neatly and ran this way.

There are many opponents this time, and all of them have exquisite knife skills and vigorous skills.

Shen Anyan and Yuxiang in the scuffle seem to be the target of public criticism. They are very unsafe. Shen Anyan is about to run away with Yuxiang. Suddenly, a dark cold light flashed through her throat. Shen Anyan turns back and throws out the smallest needle of two groups. The man pauses, takes random luck and hits Shen Anyan with one hand.

"Cough." Shen Anyan was unexpectedly thrown into the center of the scuffle. The light and shadow of the sword crossed her ear, which was very dangerous.

Yin Chenlang turned back when she heard the news and found the scene. For a moment, she was scared to burst into a cold sweat, "Shen Anyan!"

Then run to Shen Anyan under the cover of Sheng Yu.

Sheng Yu can already see the star light of the lanterns held by the officers and soldiers, and the footsteps are getting closer and closer. If Yin Chenlang and Shen Anyan are exposed, it is very difficult to solve.

"Master, the officers and soldiers are coming. You take the fifth lady away first. We have no problem here!" Shen Anyan was criticized by the people in the prime minister's house and couldn't get married. I'm afraid it's all a small matter. What I was most afraid of was that the crown prince took the operation. There were so many corpses on the ground. It was easy to plant something out of nothing. He even encouraged the right Prime Minister Shen chenyin to impeach Yin Chenlang and drive Yin Chenlang out of the capital.

Yin Chenlang and Shen Anyan have special identities and cannot participate in such Jianghu fights.

Yin Chenlang knew what was at stake, so he answered, hugged Shen Anyan, jumped and was ready to fly to the roof. However, all the enemies are elites. They move too fast. When they see Yin Chenlang ready to escape, several shadows flash. They run to Yin Chenlang recklessly and concentrate on attacking Yin Chenlang and Shen Anyan. Yin Chenlang also tightens a string and focuses on avoiding.

"Yi", a voice sounded in Shen Anyan's ear. When she raised her eyes, Yin Chenlang's left arm was scratched!

Ying Wen ran over and killed the assassin who wanted to hurt Yin Chenlang wholeheartedly. Before the assassin could scream, he didn't know how to die, fell down and piled up with many corpses on the ground.

The desolate land was full of thick blood. Under the dim light of the stars and moon, the blood was a strange red.

Regardless of the pain, Yin Chenlang threw her arms around Shen Anyan and jumped over several Xiaoxiao white birches. The enemy man in black was about to catch up, only to hear the voice from behind.

"Officers and soldiers." hearing such a voice, it seems that the officers and soldiers have arrived, "who! Stop!"

The voice gradually drifted away, but it can be heard that the officers and soldiers also joined the disorderly war. The three parties fought disorderly, and Shen Anyan and Yin Chenlang were able to get away.

I don't know how far I went. Yin Chenlang leaned weakly against a tree and gasped.

Shen Anyan looks at Yin Chenlang. Yin Chenlang gasps and reluctantly pulls a smile to Shen Anyan.

Still so beautiful! Shen Anyan looked at the slightly embarrassed person in front of her and wanted to praise her.

Remembering Yin Chenlang's wound just now, Shen Anyan stood straight, faced Yin Chenlang and raised her hand to check his wound.

It's a very long cut. It's shocking. It's a long blood cut from the solid arm. In addition, Yin Chenlang's luck has been running with lightness skills for so long. Now the bleeding can't stop. Yin Chenlang's clothes have been soaked with blood and penetrated outside.

Shen Anyan looked at it silently. Yin Chenlang looked up at Shen Anyan tired and said, "what's the matter? Is the wound terrible? Don't look at it, lest you have a psychological shadow."

Shen Anyan found that bean sized beads of sweat had appeared on Yin Chenlang's forehead. It looked really painful. She said, "don't worry, this wound is normal and won't endanger life. At worst, she will lose too much blood and faint. There is no poison on that man's sword."

Shen Anyan was worried that the sword was poisonous. On the first wave of three swords, it was found by Ying Wen that they were all famous poisons in the Jianghu.

"Ha... That's good." Yin Chenlang gently put his left hand on Shen Anyan's shoulder and comforted, "I don't hurt. What's the pain? Go back to the house first and I'll find medicine."

Yin Chenlang is not a spoiled prince. He can join the gang and let top talents such as Sheng Yu and Yin Wu work for himself. In addition to the trade of taking their own ideas and material power, he also needs to rely on real kung fu. The Jianghu depends more on martial arts and whether they are respected. If the words are rough, take out the real power.

He has experienced this kind of painful training since he was a child. As long as he finds the medicine quickly and doesn't lose too much blood, it's just a small thing.

Shen Anyan knew that Yin Chenlang had experienced experience. Looking at Yin Chenlang, she endured the pain, pretended to be relaxed and silent, and recalled her last life. He looked at Yin Chenlang in front of him and felt a lot. He didn't know who he was talking to. He just said, "but even if a person with a strong will can be strong, what he can be strong is just the ability to resist pain, not the power to reduce and eliminate pain. You hurt very much, you're suffering, not no pain."

Yin Chenlang was silent for a long time. There was a strange look in his eyes. It seemed that he was stabbed somewhere in his heart.

Yin Chenlang's dangerous and deep eyes made Shen Anyan numb, "let's find some medicine. This is already the center of the capital. Zhongwei Bo's house is in front. Can you still move?"

Shen Anyan looks around. Zhongwei Bo's house is in front. You can go in and find Yun Xingyun or Yun Rao to help find some medicine. In case Yin Chenlang loses too much blood and collapses, Shen Anyan can't carry such a tall Yin Chenlang.

Yin Chenlang nodded to Shen Anyan, "you can walk."

Shen Anyan looked around and walked forward with her memory. Yin Chenlang covered her chest, gasped twice, and then followed Shen Anyan behind her.

The dark night was like boundless thick ink heavily smeared on the sky, not even the faint light of the stars. Yin Chenlang heard thunder when they were fighting with the assassin just now, but the weather was only heavy, and the air was even dry.

Luckily it didn't rain. Shen Anyan looked up at the sky.

The mirror like moon hangs in the sky and writes the silver brilliance on the earth. The streets of the capital are like a calm river, winding in the dense shadows of trees. Only those leaves rustling due to wind and rain seem to recall the excitement and busyness of the day.

Today is the Mid Autumn Festival. The moonlight is so bright and the meaning of the day is so warm.

"Happy Mid Autumn Festival." Shen Anyan said, looking up at the moon, as if to Yin Chenlang. Two people avoiding assassins and officers and soldiers, one may faint due to excessive blood loss at any time, and the atmosphere is still a little nervous.

"Well, happy." Yin Chenlang raised his hand to cover his chest, slowly took steps, laboriously raised his head and stared at Shen Anyan's back. Shen Anyan didn't even look back when she said it. She walked forward. Shen Anyan kept looking ahead and walked across the bridge, which was Zhongwei Bofu.

It's not nobody. There are vendors closing stalls on the bridge. A woman and her son, about six or seven years old, are talking. They can be heard even from so far away.

"Mom, I'm hungry." the child wiped his face with the back of his dirty hands. He looked sad and seemed to cry.

The woman sighed and looked at the mess on the ground. She had only a few Wen. She didn't know how to live next. "Zhai Er is good. Eat first."

Then the woman carefully took out a dry flat sour cold steamed bread from her arms. It seemed a little dirty, but it was their only food. "Let's go quickly after eating. The young lady is angry today. Maybe we can't stay in the capital tomorrow. We have to hurry and find a way to get out."

The child took the steamed bread, broke it in half and handed it to his mother. The mother shook her head and said no. The boy bit a mouthful of steamed bread and chewed it repeatedly. Then he held the steamed bread and chewed it fiercely while crying.

Shen Anyan saw the messy display of bags all over the ground, as if they had been thrown. Some bags were full of footprints, dirty and messy. Many bags didn't even have a complete form, and were torn apart, but she still saw that the embroiderer was so clever.

A tragedy seems to have happened.

"Why did the man just throw away his mother's Embroidered Purse." the child cried with the dirty steamed bread. A small mouthful of steamed bread in his mouth hasn't been swallowed yet. It's distressing, "none of my mother's purse has been sold today. It's all her fault!"

The woman was also very sad. She lowered her head and held back her tears. She didn't want her son to be too desperate. She had to be strong! She also wanted to comfort her son, but as soon as she looked up, she saw Shen Anyan and Yin Chenlang. Although they were a little embarrassed, they knew that they were aristocrats of two rich families at a glance of their clothes and temperament, and hurriedly covered their son's mouth.

The child kept crying, bleak and desperate. Why should he and his mother be driven out of the capital? Why! Think of the woman who made her kneel, kick her, slap her, slap her... He cried harder and harder. Looking at the purse all over the ground, it was like his self-esteem, his strength, torn and scattered on the ground.

It was very dark, and dark clouds seemed to be pressing down. There are also deafening thunder and dazzling lightning from time to time, giving people a terrible feeling.

Shen Anyan looked at the boy and thought of herself crying before her death. She was desperate, helpless, angry and humiliated. She doesn't want to help anyone, especially those she doesn't know. There are many poor people in the world. She has no obligation to help them all, but even if she tells herself so, she can't help moving towards the direction of women and boys.