old clock's dream

eleven,

Zhao Yujin didn't feel the pain of the sword piercing his throat as he imagined. He took a few short breaths and opened his eyes tentatively.

The sword was caught in one hand and rested at his neck.

Seeing Zhao Yujin open his eyes, Ye Zhao smiled, Zhao Yujin couldn't believe it, touched his face, and then his neck.

There was indeed blood on his face, and there was not even a cut in his neck.

——The blood belonged to Ye Zhao.

"It's a good game"

Ye Zhao didn't seem to care about the blood oozing from her fingers. She called out Hu Qing, grabbed Zhao Yujin with her other hand and threw it aside, let go of Yinuo's sword, and kicked Zhao Yujin. At his waist, distance him.

Hu Qing stopped Zhao Yujin, who was limp into a puddle, snatched the sword from his hand, and threw it at Ye Zhao. Ye Zhao caught it with his injured hand, shook the tip of the sword, and pointed it at Enuo.

"Who died first and who died last with the sword just now, the prince knows in his heart."

Yes, if Zhao Yujin didn't stop, he would have been beheaded a long time ago. It's hard to say whether he could kill Zhao Yujin with a single sword strike while he was dying.Ino gritted his teeth.

So what if it is clear.. This kind of shame.. He actually lost to a little boy...

Hu Qing hurriedly carried Zhao Yujin out of the training ground, away from the two who were fighting again.

Zhao Yujin almost vomited from such a shock, Xiao Xiazi took over her county king from Hu Qingna, and comforted him.

"Hey! That man...doesn't Ye Zhao feel any pain??"

Even though his hand was just injured, Ye Zhao's hand holding the sword was still very steady. The battle between her and Yinuo was completely different from Zhao Yujin's battle just now. They collided head-on and attacked fiercely. harder.

Hu Qing sighed: "What is this little injury? On the battlefield, if the hand holding the sword is unstable, your life may be lost. No matter how painful it is, you have to endure it."

Just looking at Ye Zhao and thinking about it, Zhao Yujin felt a dull pain in her palm.

"Fox, shut up."

Hu Qing was startled when he heard Qiu Shui's voice suddenly, he just wanted to turn his head to retaliate, but saw Liu Xiyin who was hugged by Hong Ying, Qiu Hua stopped in front of her, Qiu Shui glared at him angrily.

He didn't pay attention to which direction he was carrying Zhao Yujin just now.

worse...

Hu Qing opened his mouth, and Liu Xiyin's eyes suddenly swept to him, then moved down, and fell on Zhao Yujin who was paralyzed on the ground.As cold as a poisonous snake, it is frightening.

He shivered and swallowed the words in his mouth.

Yinuo was not Ye Zhao's opponent at all. He didn't want his life, and Ye Zhao didn't want his life. The two of them matched dozens of moves, and Ye Zhao picked up his sword and stepped on his chest, pinning him down. on the ground.

"Assignment"

Ye Zhao lifted his foot to let go of Ino, and thrust his sword into the ground forcefully.

She spoke lightly and gracefully, and Yinuo got up bitterly, clutching his chest, the malice in his eyes was so strong that it almost leaked out.

He didn't reply anything, and he stumbled away with his attendants.

Hu Qing and Xiao Xiazi supported Zhao Yujin and walked up to Ye Zhao. Ye Zhao pointed to the sword on the ground and said, "Put it away."

Hu Qing looked panic-stricken, he coughed a few times, and said, "That... Miss Xiyin..."

Ye Zhao sighed, patted Zhao Yujin on the shoulder, turned around and walked towards Liu Xiyin.

Seeing Ye Zhao approaching, Hong Ying relieved her strength from her hands, and slowly let go of her young lady, and Qiu Shui Qiu Hua also stood up in good time.

Liu Xiyin's eyes were as red as a rabbit's. She looked at Ye Zhao with pain and anger in her eyes.

Ye Zhao didn't want Liu Xiyin to watch this martial arts competition at first, she expected this kind of result, but she had no reason to trap Liu Xiyin, so she had to order Qiushui Qiuhua to stop her.

"..."

Ye Zhaomo wiped away the tears from Liu Xiyin's face with the back of his hand. After a moment of silence, he said softly, "Don't cry."

Liu Xiyin held up her injured hand, stared at it for a long while, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and pressed it to Ye Zhao's palm, tears fell on the handkerchief that was quickly dyed red, and melted into Ye Zhao's eyes. in the blood.

She thought Ye Zhao didn't like Zhao Yujin.

she thought...

It turned out to be just a thought.

The battle wounds made them cry so much that they walked to Ye Zhao's study together. Zhao Yujin was in pain and didn't want to talk. Qiushui Qiuhua and Hu Qing surrounded the silent Ye Zhao and Liu Xiyin, not daring to say a word.

"My son! My son!"

Ye Zhao wanted to cover his ears and eyes again.

The concubine came running staggeringly, followed by a group of panic-stricken servant girls, Zhao Yujin trembled in fright: "Xiao Xiazi, stop my mother, if she rushes over again, I'm going to die!"

Xiao Xiazi took the order tremblingly and stood in front of Zhao Yujin, but the group did not expect that the concubine howled at Zhao Yujin, but ran straight to Ye Zhao who was at the side.

She raised her hand and slapped Ye Zhao's face.

"mother!!"

Zhao Yujin pushed Xiao Xiazi away to grab his mother's hand.

Snapped.

Ye Zhao stared blankly at Liu Xiyin guarding in front of her, his face was turned away from the blow, and the corners of his mouth were torn and bloodshot.

"cousin?"

she murmured.

blood...cousin is bleeding...

Seeing that Ye Zhao was not drawn, the concubine raised her fallen hand again, and Ye Zhao grabbed her wrist violently, his knuckles turned white with force, almost breaking the concubine's wrist.

"Don't call."

Hu Qing saw Ye Zhaojing's glance at the concubine, moved her fingertips, and didn't dare to pull it forward.

When Ye Zhao had the intention to kill, he was irrational.

"Zhao Yujin, take good care of your mother, and let her come to me..."

It was the first time Zhao Yujin saw Ye Zhao like this. The flesh on her cheeks twitched, as if she was trying to restrain herself. He silently walked over while supporting her waist, and reached out to hold the forearm of the concubine. Ye Zhao let go of her hand at this moment, Zhao Yujin pulled her mother aside.

"Redbird, go get some cold water and ice cubes."

"Fox Qiushui Qiuhua, you guys go back to the barracks first"

Ye Zhao lowered his head and hugged Liu Xiyin, turned around with a pale face and ran to Liu Xiyin's yard.

Hong Ying came back quickly with cold water and ice cubes. Ye Zhao tore off the corner of his clothes and wrapped up the wound on his hand hastily. Hong Ying handed her the watered handkerchief and said with some concern: "It's better to let the slaves come, general, your hand..."

"no problem"

Ye Zhao walked to the bed, Liu Xiyin was curled up on the bed, Ye Zhao carefully turned her face over with a hand holding a cold handkerchief, and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

The red fingerprints on Liu Xiyin's plain face were extremely dazzling, and Ye Zhao felt a tingle in his heart when he looked at it.

She endured a lot of hard work just now to not beat the concubine to death on the spot.

"next time..."

"Don't be so stupid"

Don't be so stupid and hurt yourself.

Liu Xiyin has been staring at Ye Zhao's face since just now, Ye Zhao handed the blood-stained cold handkerchief to Hong Ying, made eye contact with her, and said each word seriously.

Not stupid.

Liu Xiyin rolled her eyes.

"My Ah Zhao, no one can bully me"

Ye Zhao turned his face away to hide the sudden burst of tears, Liu Xiyin moved over and put his face on the back of Ye Zhao's hand.

She murmured and repeated.

"My Ah Zhao, no one can bully..."