Don't be clouded

Chapter 69

After Ji Bieyun escaped from the Duan Mansion, he stumbled to find his carriage.

The moment he saw Qingshuang, he completely lost his strength, barely retaining some consciousness.He could feel himself being helped by Qingshuang into the carriage, and it didn't take long for the carriage to bump up and speed all the way.

He no longer had the energy to bandage his wound to stop the bleeding, and sat slumped in the car with his mind in a mess.

How could it be such a coincidence?

In the middle of the night, why did the emperor suddenly summon Duan Wenfu to Xuanqing Temple?

However, when he thought of Xuanqing Temple, Ji Bieyun vaguely had an answer.

——Guan Chen saved him again.

Dust...

Why does Guan Chen know himself better than him?The monk guessed every step after step, but he didn't say it in front of his face, he just gave him advice silently and took care of his own safety for him.

It was as if his whole body was pinched in the palm of Guan Chen's hands.

Thinking of the monk on Xuanqing Mountain, Ji Bieyun's heart was filled with inexplicable throbbing, and there was some pain.

Now that he really has a backing, when he is injured and trapped, he no longer has to die, at least he can still have a thought in a critical moment, thinking that someone will come to rescue him.

Ever since he was exiled, Ji Bieyun never had such thoughts again.

Because no one will come to save him, the only one who can save him, and the only one who can make him survive is himself.

At this time, the night was dark, there were no people on the street, and the whole Chenjing gradually fell into sleep, only the moonlight leaked in through the gaps in the car curtains.

Holding the blood-stained Quehan knife, Ji Bieyun tore off a corner of his clothes with difficulty, and stubbornly and slowly wiped off the blood on the knife.But the cold knife should not be stained with blood, Ji Bieyun felt a little guilty, defiled this knife is like defiled Guanchen.

He regretted it a little, and blamed him for taking this name in the first place.

The interior of the car was dim, and in his shaking and blurred vision, the cold light of the knife was clearer than the moonlight.After wiping off all the blood, he looked down for a long time until the carriage stopped.

After returning to the Ji Mansion, there was a burst of chaos.

Xu Yang sent someone out to ask the doctor to detoxify him, and the rest of the boys were busy cleaning the wound for him and bandaging it to stop the bleeding.

Young Master Fang and Dai Fengmao were staying in the yard outside with their two children. Ji Bieyun vaguely heard the two scolding Duan Wenfu alternately back and forth. .Even Fang Muzhi, who is so polite, cursed a few foul words in anger.

In fact, Ji Bieyun didn't know whether his injury was serious or not. Leng Yusan made all the pain much duller.But seeing the anxious looks of these people, he seemed to have figured it out, and made a firm note of Duan Wenfu in his heart.

The tense thoughts suddenly relaxed, and he only felt that the mattress under his body was soft and comfortable, making people drowsy.

Before falling into a coma, he grabbed Xu Yang's sleeve and said, "Did you do what I told you?"

Xu Yang was holding a blood-soaked handkerchief, his hands were also stained with his blood, and he replied repeatedly: "I've done it, don't worry about it."

Still not at ease, Ji Bieyun looked around the room and found the bow on the table.

That was the most crucial move, he didn't want to leave it to others, that arrow had to be taken by him to dispel some bad breath in his heart.

He tugged at Xu Yang's sleeve again, "Wake me up before Mao."

Xu Yang followed his line of sight and saw the bow, his brows were tightened, he was angry but helpless.

"Come on, let's go to sleep."

Only then did Ji Bieyun feel relieved and fell into the darkness.

When he was shaken awake again, he was much more awake, but his head seemed to be filled with lead, painful and dull.

All the injuries on his body were taken care of, he walked to the bronze mirror and looked at it by candlelight.

Most of the injuries were on the back, presumably it was cut when he forced his way out of the encirclement.There were also injuries to the arms and chest, but they didn't look serious.It's just that Leng Yusan's strength has passed now, and all the pain returned to his body, which made him a little unaccustomed to it.

He turned his head, took the clothes on the rack and put them on, and asked Xu Yang with a heavy face, "Is everything done?"

Xu Yang nodded, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "Tell me, how many injuries have you suffered since entering Beijing?"

Ji Bieyun lowered his head to fasten his belt, and replied casually, "Where do you remember?"

From being stabbed on the Xuanqing Mountain, to the narrow escape from climbing the palace, to the grand feast in the Duan Mansion, I can't count them all.

"I met you as soon as you entered Chenjing, and took you with me like a younger brother." In the night, Xu Yang's voice sounded deeper than usual, "But I didn't expect you to fall apart in just a few months." injury."

After he put on his night clothes, he walked over to pick up the bow, endured the pain in his back and arms, and put the quiver containing the complaint and arrows on his back.

"Brother Xu," he replied calmly, "I call you brother because I treat you as my own. But I'm not that kind of delicate person, so you don't have to worry about me, I know what I'm doing I know where I am now.”

Ji Bieyun covered the lower half of his face with a black cloth and tied it behind his head.

Before setting off, he patted Xu Yang on the shoulder, "Thank you."

The young man left Ji Zhai without looking back, sneaking and running all the way in the desolate moonlight, like a cloud without a trace in the city of Chenjing.

He finally stopped outside the inner city, but turned his head to look in the direction of Xuanqing Mountain.

Counting the time, the emperor should return to the palace.

He waited patiently in the shadow of the corner, and let Chen Jing wake up from his deep sleep. The morning market slowly opened up, and there were more and more pedestrians around.

It wasn't until the sound of horseshoes and wheels could be faintly heard from far away from the Imperial Street that Ji Bieyun took the things out of the quiver with his backhand.

The arrow pierced Su Lian's end, and he put it firmly on the bow.Enduring the pain all over his body, Ji Bieyun pulled the iron bow away, and it formed a full moon, pointing straight to the watchtower that was ten feet high.

The blood and tears of the people in Chongzhou, the corruption and evil of Yushitai, and the grievances of the Liu family all focused on this arrow.

Ji Bieyun gritted his teeth and let go abruptly.

The black and white Chang Lian flew out like a wisp of blue smoke. Under the moonlight, it seemed as if a gauze curtain accidentally fell from Yaotai, caged Chen Jing in a blurred and chilling dream.

The evidence of the crime was nailed to the gate of the city to welcome the emperor who returned from the national temple.

The crowd gradually gathered, and the officers and soldiers on duty wanted to take it off but were powerless for a while.As the chariots and horses approached the city gate, Ji Bieyun suddenly noticed a pair of gazes, turned his head to look, and met Prince Shangxian's surprised eyes.

It's a pity that I couldn't see Emperor Yuan Hui's expression.

The holy majesty must have been a little surprised at this time. A good dog that he wanted to keep was completely out of control, and he straightened up from the ground.Only then did I realize that it was not a dog, but a person.

He smiled.

A sense of joy rose in my heart.

He, Ji Bieyun, would not be a dog for others.

The author says:

I struggled for a while. Fragmentation is the most suitable here, so it is a bit short. I will make it up tomorrow.