Chapter 44

  Ling Feng clearly felt that the body of Murong Lingyun, who was close to her back, also stiffened obviously, apparently having the same speculation and worry as hers.

  "Hush." His hand with the reins shook slightly, and he slowed down the horse's pace a bit. His eyes gazed far into the distance at those clusters of firelight, as if trying to see through the thick darkness ahead.

  The horse's speed slowed down significantly, and it stepped slowly in the quiet night with a "dang dang" sound. The hooves kicked up clouds of dust that quickly disappeared into the darkness, but the "dang dang" sound seemed particularly loud, echoing far, far away, outlining the distant lights in an eerie way.

  "Are you afraid?" The low, muffled voice rose, and he instinctively tightened his arms around her. His tone was unreadable, with no discernible emotion. Ling Feng didn't turn back, nor could she see the expression on his face, but from his increasingly stiff embrace, she could clearly sense his tension.

  She understood the meaning behind his words, and she also knew what he meant by being afraid. If the person in front of them was really Xuan Yuan Chen, then tonight, she and Mu Rong Ling Yun would probably be in a very precarious situation, or they might not even be able to keep their lives.

  But at this moment, neither of them had thought of retreating, because retreating would mean that she would have to marry Xuan Yuan Che tomorrow.

  Advance, or there is still a glimmer of hope, but that glimmer of hope is at the risk of losing one's life.

  Ling Feng's body naturally leaned in close to him, whispering, "With you, I will never be afraid." Indeed, with him by her side, she always felt a sense of security, but this time, her heart was inexplicably restless.

  "Good." Murong Lingyun's voice was noticeably more relaxed, her stiff body also visibly loosening. Her murmured words gave him immense courage; as long as she was willing, he would forever stand guard by her side.

  The rope in his hand tightened with a sudden force, and the horse's speed accelerated again. Although it was not as fast as before, but at this moment, the light that was far away was getting clearer and clearer.

  It was just a moment's time before they arrived at the front, and it could be clearly seen that there were only three people in front. One person stood empty-handed at the front, while the other two each held two torches and lined up behind him.

  Although it was dark, Murong Lingyun still judged from the figure that it was not Xuan Yuan Chen, and couldn't help but secretly let out a sigh of relief. He wrapped his arm around Ling Feng's, visibly relaxing, no longer as tense as he had been just before.

  It was just Ling Feng who saw the figure in front of him, reflected in the light, but it didn't seem as relaxed as Murong Lingyun. The person in front of him, although not Xuan Yuan Zhen, had a few familiar features. It seemed to be the attendant who followed Xuan Yuan Zhen's side in Xi Liang City.

  The farther away they got, the more worried Ling Feng became. Only when there were only a few meters left did the flames from behind illuminate the person with the gentle breeze, and she clearly saw that it was the attendant who had been following Xuan Yuan Zhi.

  At this moment, Murong Lingyun also recognized Chu Wei, slightly startled, his eyes unconsciously scanning the surroundings, and only when he found that there were only three of them did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief. Dealing with these three, he still had confidence.

  As long as Xuan Yuan Zhi doesn't appear, he and Feng Er can leave without any problem.

  "General Murong, I pay my respects." Chu Wei took a few steps forward and bowed respectfully. After all, Murong Lingyun was the General of the Xuan Yuan Dynasty, and he didn't dare to be presumptuous.

  "Hmph." Murong Lingyun let out a cold hum, "Since you know it's me, how dare you block my way?" His voice was cold and stern, with a hint of unspoken warning, while his eyes stared at him coldly, exuding an aura that made one's heart tremble. "Don't you hurry up and get out of the way."

  In front of Ling Feng, he was always that kind of elegant and refined man, gentle as the wind. This strong and majestic aura, Ling Feng had never seen before.

  "Murong General, I apologize, but I am just following orders." Chu Wei replied calmly, without any intention of giving way, and instead smiled slightly, "To be honest with you, General, we have been waiting here for a long time already."

  Murong Lingyun was secretly shocked, waiting for a long time? He only returned to Beijing today and decided to take her away, which was also a sudden idea. No third person knew about it, so how did Xuan Yuan Chen know?

  "Waiting for me?" Murong Lingyun's eyes narrowed slightly, his deep voice laced with a hint of cold sarcasm. "Oh, I didn't know that. What business do you have to trouble yourself by waiting for me here?"

  Chu Wei's face sank, "General, why must you be sarcastic to me? I am naturally following the king's orders and waiting for you here." His words paused slightly, and he made a polite gesture, "Please, General. My king has been waiting for a long time."

  "What if I don't go with you?" Murong Lingyun gripped the rope tightly, secretly exerting force, observing the situation ahead, wanting to take advantage of their inattention and quickly rush past.

  "General, why make things difficult for the young one?" Chu Wei seemed to have expected Mu Rong Ling Yun's reaction and smiled faintly, "My king has prepared a grand feast and is waiting for the general."

  "Haha, haha, haha." Murong Lingyun couldn't help but laugh out loud. This time, he left with the wind to avoid Xuan Yuan Chen. How could he possibly go see him himself? He said in a soft voice, "Tell your king that I appreciate his kindness." His words paused for a moment, and his tone suddenly turned cold. "At this moment, I still have important matters to attend to. I'll invite him to a banquet after returning to the capital."

  As they spoke, he suddenly tightened the reins in his hand, and with a forceful squeeze of his legs, the horse quickly galloped forward. In front of the running torches, it hesitated for a moment before rapidly rushing past.

  Chu Wei was shocked and with a wave of his right hand, the guards who had been hiding in the thicket quickly flashed out and surrounded them.

  Murong Lingyun coldly swept towards Chu Wei and said harshly, "You have a big nerve, do you still want to assassinate me?"

  "Marshal, we are all acting on orders. We just want to ask the marshal to come with us to see our king." Chu Wei flashed in front of their horses again, slightly tilting his head and looking up at them.

  "Is this what you call an invitation?" Mu Rong Lingyun's lips curled slightly, revealing a cold sneer. "Even the Emperor wouldn't dare treat me like this, and yet you think you can stop me?"

  Cold eyes, one by one swept over the surrounding guards, a slight smile, arm flashed, a sharp sword quickly appeared, in this dark night flashing a piercing cold light.

  "Today, whoever dares to block this handsome one...!" The words intentionally paused, the sword in his hand swung fiercely, and the implication was already very clear.

  The guards around them were stunned, having always heard that Murong was benevolent, but they had not expected him to be so cold and ruthless, no different from their own prince.

  However, thinking that he was the marshal of the Xuan Yuan dynasty, and since going to war, there were very few defeats, naturally not a weakling.

  They were just following orders, letting Murong Lingyun go, and the prince wouldn't let them off so easily. Even if they had some fear in their hearts, they couldn't help but draw their swords one after another, waiting for Murong Lingyun's reaction.

  Murong Lingyun's eyes narrowed slightly, knowing that tonight would inevitably be a fierce battle. He only hoped for a quick and decisive victory to avoid any further accidents.

  No longer hesitating, the sword in his hand swung out fiercely, and as the horse galloped, the sword in his hand flashed rapidly. Several guards surrounded him, but they couldn't get close to them.

  Murong Lingyun was after all a seasoned veteran of many battles, and even the horse he rode was a warhorse that had followed him for many years. Dealing with a few guards was naturally no problem, not to mention that Ling Feng could occasionally lend him a hand.

  After a fierce battle, they finally broke out. Murong Lingyun's whip was heavily lashed onto the horse's buttocks, and the horse, in pain, quickly galloped forward. Several guards were soon left behind.

  He hadn't run far when he saw a figure sitting on a tree stump in front of him, holding some kind of weapon in his hand. All he could see was a silver-colored line about three meters long, emitting a special glow in the dark night. In the middle of the line was something the size of a fist, emitting a cold light and tightly tied to the center of the line.

  Judging from its appearance, it should be a bow and arrow, only this bow and arrow are also big to the point of being out of proportion.

  "What's the hurry, General Murong? Where are you going?" A cold voice rose up in the heavy darkness of the night, like a death curse from hell.

  Murong Lingyun and Lingfeng were both shocked, while the horse also didn't know what attack it had received, suddenly lifting its front hooves, almost throwing Lingfeng and the others to the ground.

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