The door was quickly closed, leaving long and messy horse hoof prints on the vast land outside. Soon, light snow began to fall quietly in the silent night sky, and the horse hoof prints on the ground were slowly covered with snow.

A cluster of snow fell on Xin Yue's neck. She frowned slightly, feeling a little cold. She opened her sleepy eyes, but her mind was still groggy, as if the next moment, the world would fall into darkness again.

, must not wake up.

Yan Zhan stepped on the saddle, dismounted, folded his chest slightly, and looked at Xin Yue calmly. Xin Yue caught his gaze, moved his lips slightly, and was about to get off the saddle without saying a word, but she was dizzy.

Feeling dizzy, he stepped on the air and was about to fall off his horse.

Yan Zhan looked at Xin Yue's blood-stained body and thought to himself that she was seriously injured and fell down like this. What if she died? He tried his best to catch her back, but he didn't want a cold corpse.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and quickly reached out his hand, wanting to hug her body that was about to fall. However, when Xin Yue saw him like this, his eyes suddenly flashed, and there was a trace of determination and determination in his eyes, and he did it without hesitation.

She threw her body towards Yan Zhan. She used a lot of strength. Yan Zhan was caught off guard by her active attack. He stumbled a few times and fell to the snow in a slightly embarrassed state. The girl's body quickly covered him, and his body tightened.

Pressing tightly against his body.

As soon as Yan Zhan inhaled, he could smell the faint fragrance emanating from the girl's body. It was like plum blossoms, cold and frosty, and like cherry blossoms, clean and pure.

She carries a faint smell of blood, is beautiful and pure, and carries an irrefutable heroic spirit.

These feelings only occurred in a very short period of time. Before Yan Zhan could understand this feeling, he felt a cold air rushing towards his body, rushing towards him all-pervasively. He wanted to react, but in the end he was too slow.

One step ahead of Xin Yue.

Xin Yue's eyes suddenly burst out with huge killing intent, flickering like a cold light. She formed claws with her five fingers and pinched Yan Zhan's neck without hesitation at an incredibly fast speed.

Yan Zhan frowned: "I've fallen into your trap."

Xin Yue raised the corners of his lips slightly and forced himself to cheer up. He seemed careless but actually had murderous intent: "Stop talking nonsense and get up quickly."

Xin Yue's sweet breath blew on Yan Zhan's chin. Yan Zhan saw her half-closed eyes and slightly trembling eyelashes. As if he understood something, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised slightly:

"Then you have to get up first. You're the one holding me down."

Xin Yue frowned, tiredness drifting into almost every corner of his body. Except for the hand holding Yan Zhan to accumulate strength, there was almost no place in his body that was not soft and light. With a slight movement,

It is also impossible.

Yan Zhan's men in the courtyard saw this sudden change and did not dare to take action easily. They did not know that Xin Yue's body was at the end of her strength, and thought that she was as unhindered in her decision-making as before.

For the sake of their Master Yan's life, they carefully held their breath and did not dare to take any risky actions for a while.

A huge snowflake fell from the sky and covered Xin Yue's injured shoulder. Xin Yue hissed in pain. Because of the sudden stimulation, his numb body suddenly regained some consciousness and strength.

She moved her body with difficulty, her eyes locked on Yan Zhan's body like electricity, forcing him not to make the slightest move of resistance.

After the two of them got up, Xin Yue still clamped Yan Zhan's throat and said in a hoarse voice:

"Stay back, everyone."

Snowflakes were falling, Xin Yue's voice was not loud, and everyone could not hear it very clearly. Xin Yue's eyes were as ice-like for a moment, he swept the people in front of him coldly, and raised his voice: "Didn't you hear clearly?

Stay back, you don't want your Lord Yan to die after I break his neck."

The cold snow is desolate, the girl's voice is colder than the snow, and her white teeth are like frost.

The crowd quickly dispersed. Xin Yue restrained Yan Zhan and moved forward with some difficulty. She slowly approached a horse.

Xin Yue's body was behind Yan Zhan, her slender body blocked by the tall man. She stood on tiptoes with a little effort, her eyes coldly watching any changes that might come.

Yan Zhan knew that Xin Yue was just blackmailing him to temporarily drive away the crowd, and then take him on horseback. When he reached a place he thought was safe, he would release him or kill him.

Yan Zhan's life was in Xin Yue's hands, and he did not dare to act rashly for a moment, so he had to cooperate with Xin Yue's movements. Suddenly Yan Zhan felt that the hand on his throat suddenly loosened, and the girl's slender and cold hand was like silk.

It crossed his neck, stretched over his shoulders, and with a bang, the sound of his body falling to the ground came from behind him.

Yan Zhan turned around and saw the girl's face in the snow, which was frighteningly pale.

The originally pink lips turned an indescribable pale color.

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The next day, the snow seemed to have stopped. Although the weather was still gloomy and gray, it was not as deserted as the previous few days.

Yesterday, Xin Yue's strong body suddenly collapsed, like a fully drawn bow and arrow that suddenly contracted, became flabby, and fell weakly into the snow. Yan Zhan could not let her die no matter what.

A trusted doctor from the General's Mansion was found for her overnight. The doctor replied that Xin Yue had been infected with wind and cold, and after a long fight, his body was injured. In addition, he had been wearing thin clothes and being exposed to the cold wind, so now he had a high fever.

Take good care of yourself, your life is in danger.

Yan Zhan suddenly frowned. He could not let Xin Yue die no matter what. If she died, the thread holding Xia Chuan Iori would be broken.

"I'm thirsty..."

The girl on the bed suddenly moved her lips, and uttered a slightly hoarse cry from the dry corners of her lips.

Yan Zhan, who was sitting by the bed, frowned impatiently and handed Xin Yue a glass of water, but the girl just closed her eyes tightly and seemed to have no strength at all.

Yan Zhan had no choice but to help Xin Yue up and slowly pour water into her mouth.

Xin Yue's face was originally very white, but now it was sickly flushed, looking like an enchanting crabapple. She seemed to have no consciousness, her body was softly pressed against the man's chest, drinking water, like a girl who finally

Traveler who finds the light.

Yan Zhan held her small chin with one hand and felt her hot body temperature. For a moment, he felt as if there was a faint flow of heat flowing in the air.

Yesterday, a woman came to the general's mansion, washed away the blood on Xin Yue's body, and gave Xin Yue medicine according to the doctor's instructions. For the sake of safety, Yan Zhan refused to let them stay where he was.

In the house, it was also announced to the outside world that Xin Yue was the singer he had found.
Chapter completed!