Yang Jian's heart was slightly relaxed. Just as he was about to move forward in a regular manner, he suddenly heard the movements next to him in the dark night.

The powerful iron arrow pierced the night sky, with a low roaring sound, which was completely different from the sneak attack arrow just now.

Yang Jian was shocked and shouted "There is an ambush!" The iron arrow in his hand blocked it horizontally, and the golden swords clashed, shaking the iron arrow that was coming. The iron arrow was full of force, which shocked his wrist slightly. I believe that the archer's wrist was very powerful, and it was definitely not comparable to these bandits.

There are mostly rocks on the hillsides and the thatch is not abundant. Even if torches are thrown down randomly, no flames can be ignited. It is obvious that they can only illuminate their bodies, but they cannot see the situation elsewhere.

The guards were all shocked by the movement, quickly stayed away from the fire, each holding his own swords, and defended side by side.

This incident happened so quickly that Li Bing turned back to the original place and led the horse carrying Xu Ang. He was walking near Yang Jian. The sound of horse hooves was particularly clear in the dark night. After the heavy sword just now, someone immediately followed the sound of horse hooves and shot towards this side. Li Bing waved his sword to open, and the sound of jingling and impact was exposed.

Immediately, dozens of people suddenly swooped down from the opposite hillside, extremely agile and agile.

They obviously had been ambushing for a long time. There was no movement when Yang Jian fought against the bandits. At this moment, he suddenly appeared when he heard the sound of horse hooves. What he planned must be related to the horse, and they were shooting blindly in the dark night. They wanted to silence Xu Ang!

When Yang Jian thought of this, he suddenly became frightened and said, "Protect Xu Ang!"

He flew over and formed a barrier with the guards to stop the man in black who was raiding over.

Those people were agile and fierce. They relied on the large number of people and the exhausted guards, and they quickly gained the upper hand.

As the sword was waving, the sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air came from time to time, and every arrow was aimed at Xu Ang on the horse's back.

Xu Ang is a crucial chess piece in Yang Jian's plan. Even if Yang Jian is injured, he is determined to protect Xu Ang's life.

The horse leaned against the cliff, and under the turbulent sword energy, kicked in place in fear and anger, panting. Arrows in the dark were continuously connected, and arrows made of steel hit the cliff, and sparked under the force of force, but each arrow came from different sources. I believe that the person who shot the cold arrow was very cunning and afraid of exposing his hiding place.

Yang Jian listened to the wind to distinguish the sound, and judged the person's position and movement traces from the iron arrow.

Among the men in black who were attacking, three of them had already broken through the guard's defense and swung their swords at Yang Jian, attacking Yang Jian's back heart. With Yang Jian's fatigue at this moment, they might not be able to resist.

Seeing this, Li Bing was shocked and took the front half of his step, waved his sword to resist, and stopped him to the death.

At this moment, two iron arrows shot in the dark night. The front pierced into the body of the man in black who was close to Yang Jian. The movement of the back was hidden, but it was towards Li Bing's neck.

At this time, Li Bing was exhausted and his reaction was not as quick as usual. He fought against the three of them physically and mentally without realizing it.

Yang Jian had already turned around, and without thinking about it, he waved the iron fan in his hand and rushed over to knock the iron arrows.

Before he could stand firm, he saw the third iron arrow coming immediately under the night.

The arrow was hidden in the howling night wind, almost silent than the second one.

Yang Jian tried his best to dodge sideways, but he could not dodge, and watched it sink into his left arm.

The sharp pain came, and Yang Jian was furious. He judged the origin of the iron arrow. The iron fan in his left hand slightly raised, touched the mechanism, and the sharp blade inside shot out. He changed his right hand to hold the sword. Seeing that Li Bing had stopped the man in black, there was no time for the time being, he immediately calculated the direction of the person moving in the dark and threw it out fiercely.

On the hillside not far away, a sharp sword pierced into the flesh and cut off the bones in the chest.

Although the man's pain was suppressed, he could not escape Yang Jian's ears. He ignored the arrow wounds on his arm and grabbed the sword of the person stabbed to death on the ground. He rushed over like a black eagle and shouted: "Han Qinhu!"

Han Qinhu followed closely and followed Yang Jian's voice and saw the man in black fleeing on the hillside.

He raised his sword in his hand and tried his best to chase him, blocking his way.

Yang Jian surrounded the man behind, and the two worked together to trap the man.

There was a sound of rolling hooves not far away, like a tiger and wolf rushing. When it sounded, it was someone led by Yang Xuangan.

Yang Jian was overjoyed, but he felt dizzy in his mind. At first he thought it was caused by fatigue, but when it intensified, he suddenly realized that the iron arrow might be poisonous. Fortunately, although the man had good archery skills, his skills were not mediocre. In just a moment, he was taken down by Han Qinhu, who was as powerful as a mad tiger.

Yang Jian stood on the hillside, in the cold night wind, his body shook slightly, and he hurriedly stabbed his sword into the soil as a support.

"Force out the antidote." He ordered sternly.

Han Qinhu had already seen the arrow on his arm, his eyes were red, and he tightly clamped the man's throat. After several times of questioning, the man just came with the arrow, and there was no antidote. Han Qinhu was shocked and did not panic. He carefully pulled out the iron arrow. Because it was poisonous, he did not dare to stop the bleeding for the time being. He only poured out all the pills from the skin bag on his waist, grinded them into the palm of his palm, and sprinkled them on Yang Jian's wound.

It was once when he was specially searching for a miracle doctor. It is said that it can relieve most of the poison in the world. Each pill is worth a thousand gold. It was originally a thing that saves one's life, but it is not left at all, and it is all scattered on Yang Jian's wounds.

Yang Jian had not yet fallen into a coma, but Linfeng's body shook slightly and ordered: "Go to Xi County."

"As for the order!" Han Qinhu gritted his teeth and responded, helped Yang Jian down the hillside, asked for a horse from Yang Xuangan who was rushing to come, and asked Yang Jian to ride on the horse's back and leaned over to hug the horse's neck. Then he asked Yang Xuangan to leave fifty people to clean up the mess, and he took all the remaining guards with him and galloped away.

Han Qinhu led Yang Jian to gallop all the way. Before heading to Mingyu Villa, he went to Yandang Town nearby.

When I arrived at a private house at the entrance of Dezhen, I didn’t need to knock on the door and broke in with Yang Jian on my back. When I saw the old man Bai who was greeted from the house, I was full of anxiety. "Mr. Mo, Your Highness was shot by a hidden arrow. The arrow was poisonous. Look!"

The old man was not panicked and asked him to put Yang Jian on the couch, then tear open the blood-stained clothes on his arm to check the wound.

This Mr. Mo is a genius of Qiyu. He was born in a valley when he was a child. When he was a little familiar with medical skills, he tasted all herbs by following medical books. He was extremely obsessed. By the age of twenty, he had already made great progress in medical skills.

It is very different from the Imperial Doctors from the Qihuang family of the Imperial Hospital and the East Palace Pharmacy Bureau. Although Mr. Mo came from a doctor, his ancestors were just doctors with ordinary medical skills. He only showed his genius when he arrived here. In addition, he liked specialty, and specialized in studying some strange medicinal materials of other schools, and knew very well about the world.

Yang Jian was meticulous in matters related to the court. In order to prevent Li Bing from being forced to use some dirty tricks, he specially invited someone to visit the miracle doctor in advance in case of emergency needs.

Because Mr. Mo is old and cannot withstand the bumps of horseback, he is always slow to go along with the army, but there are guards who follow him all the time, so that people can know his place.

This time, it really came in handy.

Mr. Mo looked at Yang Jian's skin and flesh, and his blood-colored wound was slightly relaxed, "Looking at it, it won't hurt your life. General Zhan has sprinkled medicine powder on the wound?"

Han Qinhu said, "It's the pill that my husband gave before."

"Fortunately, it will not seriously injure Your Highness. I will remove the poison from Your Highness. General Zhan will help you bring my medicine box."

Han Qinhu dared not delay it, so he took it over immediately and stood beside him and waited for the order at any time.

It was not until two hours later that Mr. Mo carefully removed the poison three times that the blood color of Yang Jian's wound gradually returned to normal.

Han Qinhu breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back, and leaned against the cabinet behind, "Go away all the blood, your highness should be fine, right?"

"I can't believe my medical skills?" Mr. Mo lifted his beard, "This poison is no longer hindered. If you remove it again tomorrow morning, you can clean it. But after all, it will damage your body, and your highness has lost a lot of blood in the wound. You have to take care of it for four or five days. Do not use force on this arm to avoid rupture of the wound, which will be difficult to regulate in winter."

Han Qinhu remembered it with great sincerity and thanked him for his gratitude. He personally sent Mr. Mo to rest. After he came back, he moved Yang Jian to the clean bed and fell asleep. He also ordered the guards to follow Mr. Mo's prescription to get medicine overnight and find some blood-replenishing things.

After all these things, Liu Zheng hurried over and said that Yang Xuangan had captured all the bandits, assassins from the Wild Wolf Grotto and the bandits chasing behind. He brought people to camp forty miles south of the town to interrogate the bandits. When His Highness wakes up tomorrow, there will be a result.

Han Qinhu was relieved, his tense spirit was a little relaxed, and his tiredness came, and he leaned against the short couch next to him and fell asleep deeply.

When Yang Jian woke up, the sky was hazy.

He slept very hard this time. Although it had only been three hours, it was enough to refresh himself. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to lift his left arm as usual, and he wanted to lift the brocade quilt next to him. He lifted his arm until the middle of the way, and then he felt a bone-broken pain and couldn't help but take a breath.

Only then did he remember the attack from Wild Wolf Gully last night, he looked at his arms wrapped in layers, and his movements were slow.

The wound was as painful as a tear, but there was no big obstacle. It was just that it felt weak, unlike the usual dragon spirit and tiger fierceness.

Yang Jian frowned, then supported himself with his right hand and sat up.

Han Qinhu next to him was awakened by the movement and opened his eyes and said, "Your Highness is awake? Mr. Mo said that the poison on the arrow has been removed, but the arrow on his arm is not seriously injured. It is absolutely impossible to use force within four or five days."

Yang Jian nodded and put on his outer clothes. "What should I do about it last night?"

"General Huang brought people here in time and captured the people who raided, and together with the pursuers later, they were all the same. Xu Ang was still in our hands, safe and sound, and he rested forty miles south of the town, waiting for His Highness's orders."

"Ask Yang Xuangan to look after Xu Ang and personally escorted to Xi County. The person who fired the cold arrow found out his identity and executed him."

"As for order!" Han Qinhu clasped his fists and then said, "It's still early, your highness will take a break for a while, and my subordinates will ask someone to prepare breakfast."

Yang Jian nodded and sat cross-legged on the couch when Han Qinhu left. He waited for hot water to be prepared, washed up and used breakfast, changed ointment to the wound of his arm, and took Han Qinhu and more than ten cavalry followers and rushed out.

A cold wind blew all night last night, thick clouds accumulated this morning, and the sky was gloomy, and it started to snow at the beginning of the year. Snowflakes filled the road, but the weather was cold and had not melted. In just half an hour, a thick layer had been piled up.

The horse's hooves slipped into the snow and the degree of movement was somewhat affected. It was not until noon that Yang Jian saw the Yi family caravan moving slowly on the official road.

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Gala was drowsy now.

It is best to sleep on days when snow falls, even if you are traveling outside.

The snow was slippery, and the carriage was difficult to walk. When it was crushed through the snow, the squeaking sounds became clearer. The wind sounded outside, and the snowflakes were flying. Even though the carriage was covered with thick layers, she still took out a cloak and put it on, retracted her whole body, and only poked her head and one hand, carefully rolled up a corner of the car curtain and walked out.

There was white snow everywhere, and even the guy wrapped in cotton coats in the caravan also fell on snowflakes on his head and shoulders, trembling in the wind.

Yuwen Shu had just asked the manager to pass the message one by one, saying that there was an inn ten miles ahead, and that he could stay there when he got there.

The guys were looking forward to the warmth of the inn and walked very vigorously.

Suddenly, a black figure rode a horse and flew past his side, followed by about twenty people riding horses, pressing over the road like a black cloud, making the snow mud splash, and the momentum was like a tiger.

Gala was curious about where the passerby was. Suddenly, he heard a little movement in front of him, and then the carriage slowly stopped on the side of the road.

Gala's car was walking backwards, Yuwen Shu, Tan and others were all in front. She lifted up half of the curtain and could not see the movement in front of her. She could only see the black cloud parked not far away, probably negotiating with Yuwen Shu. The wind was blowing snowflakes, almost making her eyes blurred. She was about to fall off the curtain when she saw a rider turning back in the black cloud just now. The ink-colored cloak fell on the horse's back, and there was a little snow on both shoulders, and the snowflakes were pouring on her chest. Her cold eyebrows looked at her from the leeward, urging the horse to get closer.

The wind and snow blurred the scenery far and near. As far as you see, you can only see him walking on the snow, standing tall like a peak.

Yang Jian?

Gala was stunned and stared at him blankly.

Yang Jian's horse arrived in front of him in a short while. He threw the reins of the horse to the guard behind him, then turned over and dismounted, and strode to the car. Before Garo could speak, he had already stepped onto the shaft of the car and reached the front of him.

"Don't let me in?" Seeing Garo just stand still, Yang Jian frowned.

Galo subconsciously stepped back a little and asked him to open the car door. He was not polite and crawled in without hesitation.

Then a guard took the reins of the carriage and gave the driver a horse.

Galo didn't see what happened next, just because Yang Jian got into the carriage and immediately fell off the curtain to block his sight. He was obviously galloping in the wind and snow for a long time, and his whole face seemed to be frozen. He couldn't even make any extra expressions on his face. He just took off his cloak and threw it at the door of the carriage.

"Your Highness... Is it a cup of hot tea?" Gala was disturbed by this guest. Looking at his frozen and cold expression, he seemed to feel the biting cold. As he said this, he wanted to open the drawer under the seat next to him to keep the hot teapot warm. Before he could touch it, his hand was suddenly held by Yang Jian.

The usually warm and even hot hands are now cold, as if covered with ice and snow, slightly stiff.
To be continued...