Don't be tempted, sir

Chapter 111 Don’t think about it

Song Xiaoyuan was in the dark in the hall and had no idea what time it was getting dark. The lady had not come yet, so he got up in the dark and came to the cage. He located the position of the guards according to his memory and kicked them over.

The imperial guard was kicked and took a few steps forward. He rushed forward angrily: "What are you doing!"

Hearing the sound, Song Xiaoyuan reached out of the bird cage, took away his sword with one hand, and cut his throat with the other hand. The other imperial guards noticed something was wrong and wanted to light a torch, but Song Xiaoyuan fumbled for the key.

The moment the torches were lit was also the moment when the imperial guards died. The imperial guards surrounded him, who was alone. Song Xiaoyuan secretly swung his sword to attack his throat. The imperial guards outside the door heard the noise and rushed in one after another. Song Xiaoyuan calmly dealt with them one by one. When he went out, blood had already oozed from his left chest, staining his feather robe red.

"It really kills."

Song Xiaoyuan was sweating profusely from the pain. When he looked up, he saw Shen Changqing standing in front of him with the Red Moon Sword in his hand.

"It's an eyesore..." Tan lowered his eyes and spoke in annoyance.

Shen Changqing rushed forward: "The duel should have taken place yesterday!"

Song Xiaoyuan dodged his charge, and at this moment he could only use his cleverness. He turned the sword to his left hand and cut Shen Changqing's arm, then turned sideways to avoid him who turned around, and turned the sword to his right hand and stabbed his left shoulder.

Shen Changqing dodged and stepped back in pain, and Chiyue also cut Song Xiaoyuan's arm.

Unable to step forward in Lian Zhan Wuying, the sword was pressed against Shen Changqing's throat: "You are not suitable for martial arts."

Taking his own Red Moon with his backhand, Shen Changqing refused to accept it, picked up the spear on the ground, and rushed towards Song Xiaoyuan who had his back to him: "You are a hypocrite!"

Chi Yue turned around and cut off the spear. The tip of the spear fell and Song Xiaoyuan caught it with his right hand. The spear stabbed into Shen Changqing's left shoulder with the force of the spear. His eyes were cold and calm: "So what?"

Shen Changqing knelt on the ground in pain. Song Xiaoyuan left quickly and met Shen Changjun and Zhao Jinmo on the way.

"Xiao Yuan!" Shen Changjun saw that his face was pale and the side of his robe was red, so he hurried forward to support him. The three shadow guards and Zhao Jinmo who brought him to resist in front, Shen Changjun supported Song Xiaoyuan and shuttled through the palace.

"Yining, you don't know I am like this..."

"I don't know. No one in my family dares to tell you that you are trapped in Qiang State. The prince has sent several letters saying that if he can't rescue you, he will lead his troops to attack Qiang State!"

Song Xiaoyuan smiled and said, "Now the army has suffered countless casualties. It's not worth it."

Song Xiaoyuan had just been fighting for a long time, and his blood and qi surged up, making him frown, and he suddenly coughed up blood and knelt on the ground. Shen Changjun supported him and said anxiously: "Xiaoyuan! You..."

Song Xiaoyuan raised his sleeve to wipe the blood, then stood up with difficulty and continued to walk tremblingly: "Your...good brother is still alive."

"Who! Good brother?"

"Shen Changqing, he's still alive."

"What!!"

The saint led the soldiers to surround the two people. Shen Changjun looked at the imperial guards holding torches around him and clenched the thunder whip. Song Xiaoyuan was in so much pain at the moment that he tightly gripped the hilt of the sword.

"Canary, you can't get out! You should know how long you can hold on..."

"Saint, why are you detaining my Liao ministers and doing whatever you want?"

"Oh? He is your Liao minister. Do you have any evidence? An envoy's letter? He is my lord, a bird that has escaped from a cage!"

Of the three outer shadow guards, only one was left fighting with Zhao Jinmo. The other two escaped to join Shen Changjun, but were also surrounded and captured.

The huge palace had already prepared its guards for tonight, and many of them were stationed in the palace. The Saint smiled and said, "Canary, you can watch them die!"

Song Xiaoyuan stood firm: "You have so many boring tricks."

"Of course. Do you like it? I deliberately lured them here just to make you desperate. I have never seen what you look like when you are desperate."

Shen Changjun looked at Song Xiaoyuan's bleeding hand and said resolutely: "Xiaoyuan, fight!"

Song Xiaoyuan turned around and saw the densely packed imperial guards surrounding the four of them. He held the Saint Girl hostage with his sword in hand, "Make way."

The Saint smiled evilly and ordered, "Make way."

The imperial guards made way, and the four of them followed. The Saint said under the sword: "You can't get away, Song Xiaoyuan!"

"I know."

The Saint looked up at his increasingly weak face and said, "You are going to die. You will die of blood loss."

"Are you satisfied?" Tan Mou looked ahead, almost reaching the palace gate.

"I'm not satisfied. If the bird dies, it's boring."

Arriving at the palace gate, groups of imperial guards raised their spears to face the five people. Song Xiaoyuan held the saint girl hostage and looked at the three people in front and said, "Hurry up."

Shen Changjun turned around: "Xiao Yuan, let's go together!"

Song Xiaoyuan's eyes were cold and stern: "Okay!" He pushed the saint away and broke out of the encirclement. Several people fought together and retreated from the first city gate. Awu and the shadow guards outside were trying their best to break through the outermost city gate.

There are two more floors. Song Xiaoyuan rushed out first. He knew that the Saint would not let him die. The imperial guards did not kill him. Shen Changjun, Zhao Jinmo and another shadow guard were already injured. "Changjun, don't worry about me. Let's go over the wall!"

"Xiao Yuan! I promised my sister that I would take you out!"

"Yining..." This name made Tan's eyes sparkle, but soon they darkened and he said, "Get on the wall first!"

The two of them climbed up the wall. Shen Changjun and Zhao Jinmo leaned over the wall and reached out to pull Song Xiaoyuan down below: "Xiaoyuan, give me your hand!"

At this moment, his left hand was no longer able to be raised. The imperial guards only wanted to catch him, so Song Xiaoyuan retreated and the imperial guards followed him.

"Xiao Yuan, what are you doing!?"

"Changjun... tell Yining, I'm fine, don't worry!" At this moment, Song Xiaoyuan was covered in blood, withering like a fallen flower, breathing in less than out, just lying on the ground looking at the night sky.

The imperial guards raised their spears and surrounded him. Shen Changjun and Zhao Jinmo got off the wall. The imperial guards surrounded the saint and said, "He knew he couldn't leave, but he was willing to protect you. How about this! He's going to die anyway, so I'll fulfill his wish and let you go."

Shen Changjun simply couldn't listen and shouted to the crowd: "Xiao Yuan!!"

Zhao Jinmo said, "Since he's dead, there's no point in keeping him. How about returning him to us?"

"Even if you die, you are still my caged bird!"

Zhao Jinmo pulled Shen Changjun away, and Changjun struggled to fight again! "Cousin, hurry up! If you don't leave, Lord Song will really die!"

Shen Changjun looked at the blood flowing from the crowd and let Zhao Jinmo lead him away: "Xiao Yuan..."

The two left the Qiang Kingdom, and Zhao Jinmo said, "Cousin, the Saint will not let Lord Song die. We are trying to find a way, as long as Lord Song can live!"

"Xiao Yuan, how am I going to explain this to Yining! When will the next time be? Xiao Yuan has been in there for a month and has been tortured like this... Hmm!!!" Shen Changjun pounded the wall in anger. Although the two came out, they were still seriously injured.

Ah Wu didn't see his son, so he was unwilling to climb over the wall to go in, but Zhao Jinmo stopped him and said, "Let's go."

Shen Yining woke up from her dream with tears streaming down her face. She sat up, got out of bed, and knelt on the ground with weak legs: "Xiao Yuan!!! What happened to you?"

Xingyue heard the noise outside the door and hurried in to help her up: "Miss, what's going on?"

She cried bitterly: "...Xiao Yuan...How far is Tongzhou? Why hasn't he come back yet!"

"Miss, don't cry, your uncle will come back."

"Xingyue, put on your clothes!" Shen Yining sobbed, put on her clothes, went out and came to the Song Mansion late at night.

"Open the door, I'm Shen Yining, open the door!"

In the dream, Xiao Yuan was lying in a pool of blood, telling himself that he wanted to go home...