Chapter 88

088 Lord, you turned right

The mountain road is rugged. In addition, there was a new rain last night, and the road is muddy and difficult to walk. Princess Changping's bloody BMW can only slow down on the narrow mountain road.

Princess Changping looked back. I don't know when Shen Qingru's ridiculous yellow thin horse has gradually caught up with her, only a few tens of feet away from her. She was so anxious that she couldn't help whipping her horse, drinking and scolding: "beast, don't run, don't be lazy!"

The sweat and blood hurt the BMW. In an instant, it accelerated the speed and almost knocked Princess Changping off her horse.

Compared with the bloody BMW that threw off its four hoofs and took out its milk, the yellow thin horse is still very leisurely, but the distance between the two horses is getting closer and closer. Princess Changping secretly clenched her teeth. Didn't Yang Jingshu do it according to her orders? Damn it, how dare you deceive our palace? We must cut the little bitch with Shen Qingru!

The distance between the two horses shrinks smaller and smaller. At the next corner, Huang thin horse will turn into a bloody BMW. Shen Qingru can't help holding Huang thin horse tightly and bending down to prepare for the next dangerous curve.

When she turned the corner, her horse passed Princess Changping's bloody BMW. Princess Changping suddenly turned back, but suddenly showed a cunning smile on her face.

incorrect! Shen Qingru's mind is full of alarm bells. Princess Changping didn't want to compete fairly with her from the beginning. She must have set a trap somewhere waiting for herself!

Is it

She subconsciously pressed her body tightly against the yellow thin horse. The yellow thin horse suddenly hissed and jumped up. She wanted to throw Shen Qingru out like crazy. Rao is Shen Qingru. With psychological preparation, he is still knocked by the yellow thin horse. She clenched her teeth and tried to lean down and stick firmly to the saddle. If this speed is thrown out, it will die!

The yellow thin horse ran frantically forward. Here is a mountain path, and the overlapping mountains blocked the sight of the onlookers. No one knows that Shen Qingru's horse is crazy, and no one will save her.

The yellow thin horse ran faster and faster, almost like crazy. Shen Qingru took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down. Her hands were worn and bleeding because of her tight grasp of the saddle. If she went on like this, she was afraid of falling off her horse. Shen Qingru took a long breath, pulled out the dagger hidden in his waist between the lightning and flint, and stabbed it hard at the head of the yellow thin horse. If the yellow thin horse can't stop, she'll have to wait to die.

The yellow thin horse was stabbed in the head by a knife. Under the severe pain, it ran wildly with four hooves. Shen Qingru gritted her teeth and insisted, but her hand gradually slipped from the saddle. At this time, we can only see who can hold on to the last.

The yellow thin horse let out a long and tragic cry, and the speed slowly decreased. Finally, the four hoofs softened and knelt down on the ground. Because of inertia, Shen Qingru was still thrown out and fell by a stream.

She propped up her aching body and slowly climbed a few steps from the stream until she could be seen by others. Shen Qingru slowly stopped and lay motionless on the stone.

She seemed to see the familiar and cold figure rushing here. Shen Qingru silently called "Hou Ye", and then fainted at ease.

Shen Qingru woke up in the evening. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Murong Qing's concerned face.

"Qingru, you finally woke up." Murong Qing came forward with worry on his face: "elder martial brother was scared to death by you. How could you suddenly fall off your horse?"

Shen Qingru comforted his senior brother, but his eyes looked around in the tent, but he didn't see the figure he expected.

Seeing Qingru's eyes wandering around the tent, Murong Qing couldn't help but be sad. Of course, he knew who Shen Qingru was looking for. Murong Qing hesitated slightly and explained to Shen Qingru, "Lord Yunyang brought you back and asked the imperial doctor to treat you. He had been watching you before, but he just seemed to have something wrong and left for a moment."

Shen Qingru smiled, "thank you, elder martial brother." she looked around again and wondered, "eh, where's Jingshu?"

Murong Qing was also quite surprised: "it's strange to say that she hasn't seen younger martial sister Yang. Maybe she has something else."

Shen Qingru didn't take it to heart, comforted the anxious murongqing, and urged the elder martial brother to have a rest. What happened today is so strange. She wants to recall it alone and sort out the clues.

Murongqing repeatedly said that he would stay here to take care of Shen Qingru. After Shen Qingru repeatedly refused, he turned back step by step and walked out of the account. He just met Huo Qijun at the door.

Murong Qing quickly bent over to salute, but Huo Qijun didn't even look at her and went straight to the account. He just wanted to remind the Marquis that men and women are different. He had to pass a message before entering the account, but he bowed his head and said nothing in the Marquis's powerful atmosphere.

Lord Huo is worthy of being the invincible God of war who is famous in China. His powerful aura and powerful momentum are enough to make people frightened and dare not speak.

In the tent, Shen Qingru's clear voice came with a smile: "Qingru, thank you, marquis."

Huo Qijun looked at her coldly and said faintly, "why thank Ben Hou?"

Shen Qingru's pretty face showed two beautiful pear vortices. She tilted her head and said gently, "Princess Changping said that if I lost, she would beat me a hundred sticks. Now I have an accident on the way, she must count me as losing. With the princess's character, she certainly doesn't want to spare me. Now I'm unharmed. Of course, the Marquis saved me."

Huo Qijun snorted coldly, "you're good." his face was a little unhappy. Shen Qingru was stunned and asked hesitantly, "Lord, but what's the matter?"

Huo Qijun saw that she woke up after her injury and kept her temper. She didn't know how frightened she was when she saw her coma. He crazily hugged her, almost put the sword around the neck of the imperial doctor, and robbed the imperial doctor from the emperor. She wrinkled her little face in a coma and looked like pain. When she saw his heart twitch slightly, it seemed that an invisible dagger gouged out a piece of his heart.

"I warned you not to trust anyone around you easily. Do you know who framed you this time?" Huo Qijun stood with his hands down and his face was bright and dark in the night.

Shen Qingru was slightly stunned. A terrible idea took root and sprouted in her heart.

Is it

Huo Qijun looked at her face with satisfaction: "you're not stupid enough to be hopeless. Yes, it's your younger martial sister, Yang Jingshu."

Shen Qingru only felt that his heart was hit hard by a heavy hammer, and his head buzzed, staring blankly at Lord Huo in front of him. Jingshu, why?

"The yellow thin horse was trained by me before. He is gentle and will never fall people down for no reason. I just ordered someone to send the body of the yellow thin horse for examination and found this on the horse's head." Huo Qijun picked up a silver needle and threw it in Shen Qingru's hand: "look for yourself."

Shen Qingru can't be more familiar with the glittering silver needle. It's the silver needle they usually use in acupuncture and moxibustion. Her heart was slightly cold, trembling, and her lips said, "but... Is it too arbitrary to convict Jingshu with this silver needle alone?"

Huo Qijun looked at her faintly, with a look of regret on his face: "since you selected Huang thin horse, Huang thin horse has contacted only a few people. The most suspicious is her. Just now I have sent someone to interrogate her, and she will recruit soon."

Shen Qingru suddenly remembered the scene when Yang Jingshu held the head of the yellow thin horse before departure, as well as the inexplicable mania of the yellow thin horse. Now, she fully understands.

The sentence "ma'er, you should be good and help elder martial sister Qingru win the game". It's ironic to think about it now. Shen Qingru raised her head expressionless: "who instructed her? Princess Changping?"

Huo Qijun nodded gently.

Shen Qingru took a cold color on his face and said word by word: "I know. Thank you, marquis."

"I'm so sorry that my beloved mount died in my hands. However, please forgive Yang Jingshu." Shen Qingru smiled bitterly. She swore that she would never be a good man again. But to Yang Jingshu, she seems to be particularly tolerant.

It was not that she was too compassionate to do it, but that Yang Jingshu firmly stood in front of her on the poisoning of the imperial concubine. Since then, she owed such a favor. I wanted to take good care of the younger martial sister and return her favor slowly. I didn't think Yang Jingshu forced her to return her favor so soon.

Huo Qijun snorted coldly, and his eyes were full of disdain: "do you want to repay human feelings again? Shen Qingru, you are so indecisive, you will suffer a great loss in this aspect sooner or later."

Shen Qingru smiled like a cunning little fox: "I'm not a person who owes human kindness carelessly. If I owe human kindness, I have to divide people. For example, I owe you, Lord Hou, and I never thought of paying it back."

Huo Qijun's face was still cold, but the corners of his lips couldn't help rising slightly. Obviously, he was in a much better mood. With a straight face and eyes pretending to be serious, he looked straight ahead and left the tent with dignified steps.

Shen Qingru kindly reminded behind him, "Lord Hou, that... You turned smoothly."

Huo Qijun's face was obviously black. He turned to look at Shen Qingru's face, but he saw that the other party sincerely pointed to his legs: "Lord Hou, even if you turn clockwise, you are more handsome than ordinary people."

Huo Qijun had a black face.

He coughed gently all his life, slightly tweaked his posture, continued to take powerful steps, and walked out of the tent without squinting. Shen Qingru respectfully watched Lord Huo step out of the tent and silently counted "one, two, three..."

Ha ha... A burst of crazy laughter came from behind. Huo Qijun pulled a black line from his face. The guards outside the tent looked at their Marquis like laughing, like anger, with a distorted look on their face. They couldn't help but be surprised and wonder..

Surprisingly, the Marquis with facial paralysis can show such a rich and colorful expression? The sun is really coming out in the West.

What I wonder is that the Duke's face is distorted and looks like constipation. Is it difficult for him to tell?

In the tent, Shen Qingru was laughing and hammering the bed board. It was very interesting to see the iceberg face and Lord Huo's shriveled.