Honey in the midst of danger

  The whole morning, Yuan Longqiao felt restless. After hastily having lunch in the mansion, he leaned back in his chair in the study and fell asleep in a daze.

  The dream was a bit disordered, sometimes it was his mother's pale face turning over on the sickbed, wanting to speak but stopping, sometimes it was Little Seven at four or five years old, holding onto his clothes and crying pitifully. Sometimes it was summer, with him lying prone on the wooden bench, looking up at her with a pair of misty eyes that were full of stubbornness and unyielding spirit. A huge stick came falling down from above, he stared wide-eyed as it fell, not even having time to shout out and stop it, when suddenly the stick transformed into a sharp sword that stabbed straight into her body, blood splashing everywhere, those misty eyes filled with accusation and resentment towards him. He woke up with a start, his heavy breathing accompanied by sweat dripping from his forehead.

  Luckily it was just a dream! He pressed his hand against his forehead, the fear that extended from the dream tightly wrapped around every nerve of his. He wanted to bring her back, he wanted to keep her by his side and protect her well, he had had enough of these anxious days, whether she was willing or not, this time he must bring her back from the Guardian General's Mansion.

  Which street is the Ling Wang Fu on? For Xia Tian, who had only twice experienced going from the Hu Guo Jiang Jun Fu to the Ling Wang Fu and then back again, she didn't have any concept of it at all. At that time, she was sitting in a carriage without speaking, and when she got married, her head was covered with a veil, while on the way back to the fu, she was dizzy from illness. She asked along the way, but only got confused about the directions of east, south, west, and north.

  The originally quiet street suddenly became restless, with some people running wildly for their lives, others looking around in confusion, and still others shouting at the top of their lungs: "Murder! Murder!"

  In the summer, she felt a chill in her heart and ran against the crowd with big strides. The farther forward, the louder the sound of clashing weapons, the thicker the smell of blood. She hid at the corner of the street, searching for Yuan Longqiao's figure among the chaotic crowds fighting on both sides.

  She was not unfamiliar with this scene, having experienced it herself not long ago. However, to say she was familiar would be an understatement. After all, this wasn't a movie shoot or a TV drama's martial arts scene - this was as real as it got, where the loser would either get hurt or killed. She covered her mouth, desperately suppressing the waves of nausea in her stomach, forcing herself to keep her eyes wide open.

  He wore a jade crown and magnificent clothes, noble and unstoppable, even in the midst of a chaotic crowd he was still the one who attracted the most attention. He held a precious sword, his figure as agile as a dancing crane. Suddenly, a masked man swung his knife towards his back.

  "Be careful!" The shout burst out of her throat, and Xia Tian was startled by the sound of her own urgent voice. The person who dodged that knife and turned back to face her also froze at the sight of her.

  Zhan Jing was on holiday, one of the few days off in a year. Before going out, Zhou Song had tactfully advised him not to leave the mansion because it wasn't safe with Zhan Jing away. What a joke! Could it be that Yuan Longqiao couldn't take a step without his guard? The old fourth's meaningful smile at dawn still lingered vividly in his mind, perhaps it was the old fourth's usual yet unusual expression that had been making him uneasy all along.

  As expected, a group of masked black-clothed assassins emerged halfway. He lifted the curtain in the carriage, assessed the number of people and the surroundings on both sides, and smiled slightly. This is not the way to General Hu's mansion, it seems that his pioneering guard has already become someone else's person.

  A gloomy wind was blowing, and a heavy force pressed down on the carriage. Yuan Longqiao calmly pulled down the curtain, picked up a sword hidden inside the carriage, and jumped out of the window. The carriage behind him was smashed to pieces by a huge boulder.

  Elegant spin, calm strike, body like wind, sword energy like frost. In the past, there was no need for him to take action personally. Today, being able to exercise and stretch is not bad either!

  A wind is born behind the brain.

  "Be careful!"

  He dodged the sneak attack from behind, and Yuan Longqiao couldn't help but look towards the source of the sound. It was her! He was unexpectedly stunned. For a long time after that, he still remembered her expression, and whenever he closed his eyes, it seemed as if she was still in front of him. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her delicate eyebrows resembled carefree flowing clouds, an inexplicable beauty. She stared with wide eyes, her pupils black like ink jade, a bright silver light in the corner of her eyes, making her entire face come alive. Her lips were pursed due to tension, like a startled little deer, evoking sympathy and affection.

  It wasn't the first time he had heard her voice, but that one word "be careful" still shook his heartstrings.

  But what was she wearing! He couldn't help but want to frown. However... the lines on his face refused to harden, and instead he couldn't help but smile slightly.