The Golden Hairpin

She touched Li Shubai's wrist, feeling the weak but still continuing pulse. She was in a daze, but she felt something wrong around her.

She pressed her ears to the ground, as close as she could, hearing the hooves of horses over there.

Tired and messy ups and downs, slightly confused hoof sounds, apparently they have searched all night. And now, they are finally here.

Fortunately, the sound of hooves indicated that they had been scattered by the jungle, and only two or three horses came.

But even if there are only three people, how can she and Li Shubai deal with them? How can Li Shubai survive the bumps in the mountains in this situation?

She jumped up and gave a violent whip. He who was resting leaning against a tree made a long hiss, and snorted violently at her.

Huang Zixia lowered her voice, raised her finger to the front, and said, "Run! Run!"

To cleanse the evil and eat the pain, the arrow gallops forward, crossing the mountain stream, and rushing towards the dark forest in front.

And she dragged Li Shubai up on the ground as best as she could, hiding in the bushes by the stream, squatting down beside him, holding her breath, and looking outside with her eyes wide open.

The two horses rushed down from the mountains behind, crossed the bushes where they were hiding, and chased in the direction of rushing forward. One person took the lead in chasing, and the other hit a ringing arrow and shot forward. A flash of light drew a bright light forward in the dark night sky, like a machete cut through the night, and it was fleeting.

She waited quietly behind the bushes for a long time until she could no longer hear the sound of horseshoes and everything around was as quiet as before. She breathed a sigh of relief, but she did not dare to come out from behind the bushes and could only sit beside Li Shubai. He tightened the herbal medicine that had just been shifted in the hustle and bustle, and saw that the blood on his back did not seep out, and he was slightly relieved, turning his head to look at the stream outside.

It didn't matter that she was so scared that she almost jumped up.

A dark shadow stood quietly in front of the bush where she was hiding.

He was holding a horse in his hand, and he was obviously also the pursuer, but for some reason, he didn't follow those people and instead stayed behind.

At this moment, he was standing under the moonlight, looking at her motionlessly.

The moonlight has already slanted west, and the backlight is coming from behind him, his face is covered with black cloth, only a pair of bright eyes, staring at her stubbornly.

Huang Zixia felt that his heart had stopped beating for a while, and could only maintain that position, sitting next to Li Shubai, who was in a coma.

He finally looked away from her, looked at Li Shubai, then lowered his voice, and said slowly: "Kui Wang Li Shubai."

His voice was low and hoarse, with a Xuzhou accent. He was the one who had just ordered everyone to chase them. He should be the leader of the killer.

Fear surged on Huang Zixian's face, as if she wanted to stand up, but her feet were soft and she fell to sit beside Li Shubai.

He drew out the sword in his waist and walked towards them step by step. In the backlight, his figure covered the moon, and the dark shadow pressed against them, making Huang Zixia almost unable to breathe.

His gaze shifted from her body, staring at Li Shubai, the sword in his hand was raised high, and he was about to pierce his heart.

"I know who you are!" She suddenly said, interrupting his movements.

He paused and glanced at her coldly, but made no sound.

"You changed your voice and deliberately spoke in a Xuzhou accent, in order to make us mistakenly believe that you are the old ministry of Pang Xun. You killed King Kui for the sake of the Lord, right?"

He didn't say a word, only moved the tip of his sword and aimed it at her neck.

Her chest rises and falls sharply, her breathing is difficult because of the sword on her neck, and her throat is almost choked, and it becomes low and dark: "But in fact, I know that you are from Beijing, and it is very likely that you are from Beijing Shisi. Because of..."

She gradually lowered her voice and murmured, as if she couldn't speak loudly because of fear. The man bent down, bowed his head and approached her, trying to hear what she was saying.

"Because, when you draw the sword, you have to habitually twist your thumb to the side..." When she said this, he suddenly realized that he subconsciously looked at his right hand holding the sword.

It's just that with this wrong eye, he suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and a dagger had been pierced into his lower abdomen.

He reacted very quickly, and he turned over and avoided immediately, but after all, the distance was too close. Although he avoided the vital point, his left rib was cut and blood was rushing out.

He covered his left rib and took two steps back in disbelief, and Huang Zixia had already jumped out from behind the bushes, grabbing a handful of sand and throwing it into his eyes.

He did not expect that she would use such a method, but he held the sword in one hand and covered the wound with the other. He could only close his eyes and wave the sword in his hand to guard against her approaching.

I only heard Huang Zixian say: "The swords of the ten divisions of the capital will have a snap to prevent slipping in the downtown area, and at the same time they will be admonished for the behavior of drawing swords. So when the people of the ten divisions of the capital draw their swords, they will subconsciously. First, use your thumb to twist the buckle—and you, an old Pang Xun from Xuzhou, how can you have such a habit of movement?"

He didn't say a word, clutching his left rib, feeling severe pain, he could no longer stand, he could only lean on the tree behind him, tried his best to seal the acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, and stared at her motionlessly. Although he was still holding the sword in his hand, his body trembled violently and was completely weak.

Huang Zixia tore off another coat of her own and walked towards him.

He glared at her without saying a word or making a sound. Only a complicated expression appeared in his eyes, but it was not fear or resentment, but a kind of helplessness and consternation.

Huang Zixia didn't have time to ponder his eyes, walked up to him, stepped on his sword with one foot, and then kicked his wrist fiercely with the other foot. No matter how tough he was, he couldn't help but whisper, and the sword in his hand suddenly loosened.

She grabbed his hands, tied them with her torn clothes, and pulled off his mask by the way. Seeing that it was a flat face that was almost forgotten by people, she directly stuffed the mask into his. In the mouth.

When he finished cooking, she picked up his sword, squatted in front of him, and looked at his wound. Her dagger was indeed very cruel, almost from the right shoulder to the left abdomen. If he had reacted a little bit slower then, she would have already cracked his stomach.

Huang Zixian turned over the dagger and looked at it. Only then did he see the word "fish sausage" engraved on it, and could not help but mutter to herself: "No wonder."

She tore off the hem of his clothes and wrapped him a few times on the outside, regardless of whether he was alive or dead. Only when he stood up and saw his eyes still staring at him motionless, he said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you now. Anyway, if your accomplice finds here, you can still be a hostage."

Seeing the twists and turns of the night, white fish has appeared on the horizon, and dawn is about to come. Huang Zixia walked to the side of the stream and washed her face with water. The cold water made her mind clear. She shook her hand, took his horse, and flipped through the pouch on the horse.

In addition to bows and arrows, there are a few coins, some salt, a few bottles of Jinchuang medicine, and a bottle of unknown powder. She opened the bottle of powdered medicine and smelled it, and found that there was a breath of raw earth and rhubarb, she immediately picked it up and walked to the assassin.

He lost too much blood, and his eyes were slightly blurred when he looked at her.

She gently placed the dagger on his neck, then took out the cloth from his mouth and asked, "What is this?"

He glanced at it, gritted his teeth and said, "I have a head ailment and occasionally swallow it with water."

Huang Zixia sneered: "Whose birthplace and rhubarb cure the head disease? This is obviously an antidote!"

He closed his eyes and didn't look at her or talk.

"I don’t know how Princess Qile was used by you, but the princess is a royal clan after all. Since you have used the poison needle, you must first prepare the antidote. It's a good explanation-it's a pity that the princess doesn't use it anymore, and what you bring with you is this bottle of antidote, right?"

He finally opened his mouth, his voice still hoarse, still in a Xuzhou accent: "Take it with water, half a spoon at a time."

Huang Zixian’s dagger tightened around his neck again: "If you lie, King Kui has three long and two short, I will not kill you-I am an eunuch, and what I like most is to make others the same as me, you If you lie to me..."

She moved her dagger down and stuck it on his belly.

He breathed quickly, his expression was slightly tranced, and he had obviously lost a lot of blood. But his gaze was fixed on her, and although his voice was low and slow, it was still clear: "A woman with such a good-looking look, why is she okay... I want to pretend to be an eunuch?"

Huang Zixia was startled, but he didn't expect that he had seen through his true body. She didn't expect that they already knew their true identity, and she was angry for a while, grabbing the mask and re-blocking his mouth.

She found the place where she helped Li Shubai **** the poisonous blood yesterday, wiped some poisonous blood on it with a dagger, then returned to the assassin, and directly stabbed him in the leg with the poisonous dagger.

The assassin who had been slightly vague due to blood loss suddenly felt pain all over his body, staring at her with widened eyes, sobbing in his throat.

She couldn't help but tore the cloth outside the wound and watched the wound quickly turn grayish-black. Then she took out the mask from his mouth, poured a little powder on his tongue, and said: "Try your medicine first. If you die, don't blame me."

He stared at her fiercely, and when he had no choice but to swallow the medicine, his mouth was blocked again. Apart from continuing to stare at her, he couldn't find the slightest chance to speak.

She squatted beside him for a long while, seeing that the black air in the wound on his leg had gradually subsided, and then relieved her heart, quickly picked up the antidote and ran to Li Shubai's side, and uncorked the bottle. I couldn’t get a spoon in this wilderness, I could only guess that I poured some in his mouth, then picked a big leaf and rolled it into a tube, filled some water, slowly poured it into his mouth, and asked him to drink the water. .

Fortunately, although Li Shubai was unconscious, he swallowed it subconsciously after all. Huang Zixia unbuttoned his clothes again, took off the herbal medicine applied last night, reapplied him with Jinchuang medicine, and carefully bandaged it.

When everything is finished, the sky is already bright. In the mountains and forests, the mist is faint, and the sun shines brightly in the gaps between the branches above the head, gloriously trance.