Chapter 232 Sister 9 Broken feet.

He Zhiyan suddenly ducked to the side, then turned around quickly, and reached out to grab Xu Yaoyue's wrist precisely!

With sharp eyes like swords, she swept across the stone she was holding in her hand, just as she opened her mouth to say something, suddenly Xu Yaoyue raised another hand!

Suddenly, under the hood of a bag of dust, He Zhiyan did not take precautions, and was suddenly fascinated!

"Sister, run!" Xu Yaoyue immediately called to Shaoyin who was on the horse.

Unfortunately, when she just threw the dust on He Zhiyan, because the distance was too close, a part of the dust overflowed, which affected the horse. saw the horse raised its head and neighed, and its four hooves stepped on one after another, and Shaoyin, who was sitting on the horse's back, was suddenly unstable and shaky!

"Mother!" Han'er's eyes widened in panic.

What is the fifth aunt doing!

Han'er was anxious and angry, she didn't have time to scold her, and wanted to hold the horse, but he was not tall enough, and even if he jumped up, he couldn't reach the reins. He was anxious and angry, and hated Xu Yaoyue even more—she could not remember Mother is sick! How does the mother run? She is completely incapable of riding a horse!

He Zhiyan's heart sank slightly when he heard the restless sound of the horse.

Although he was fascinated by the dust, he did not lose his composure because of it. He closed his eyes, snatched the stone from Xu Yaoyue's hand, and threw it with his hand. Then he grabbed her wrist and threw her to the side.

Immediately, he wiped his face with his sleeves and forced his eyes to open a gap. vaguely saw a vague shadow, strode forward, grabbed the reins, made the horse quiet, then raised both hands, clasped Shao Yin's waist, and hugged her down.

"You still treat me well." There was a faint warm breath coming from the front, and a soft and close low murmur.

He Zhiyan's heart trembled.

Must be an illusion.

Even if she really said something like this, the tone must not be what he heard.

There was a slight ripple in my heart, and it quickly returned to tranquility.

He placed the almost weightless woman on the ground. The moment he let go, he couldn't help thinking, she was so light, as if a gust of wind could blow her away. Thinking like this, he was a little hard to stop.

"Let go of my sister!" At this moment, Xu Yaoyue rushed over, knocked him away with force, and then stood in front of Shaoyin with her arms outstretched in a protective gesture.

He Zhiyan: "..."

He admitted that he was the one who took them hostage, and that he was an out-and-out robber. But other than that, could he be half-hearted?

Really unreasonable.

He ignored Xu Yaoyue, retreated to the side of the road, covered his face with his sleeves, and cleaned the dust on his face and eyes.

"Mother!" Han'er hugged Shaoyin's leg and looked up at her with a worried look on her face.

He was too worried about her, worried all the way.

"I'm fine." Shaoyin smiled slightly, leaned down, and hugged him gently.

Seeing that her breath was relatively stable, Han'er finally breathed a sigh of relief. She pursed her lips and glanced unhappily at Xu Yaoyue next to her.

He didn't like Xu Yaoyue in the first place, but Xu Yaoyue almost made her mother fall from the horse just now, and he didn't like her anymore, and was even a little bored.

He grabbed his mother's hand and turned his head to look at the side of the road: "You have to keep your promise!"

He Zhiyan had promised that as long as Qin Jinye let them run 30 miles first, the hostages would not be moved.

Although Han'er hates them and the rest of the King of Qi, and wants to capture them and send them to the emperor to behead all, but the situation is not good for him at the moment.

Of the two women, one of them was seriously ill, and he was a child, so he was no match for He Zhiyan, an adult man with a sharp sword.

Nothing is more important than her mother's safety, so Han'er chose to swallow it temporarily.

"Okay." He Zhiyan nodded.

At this moment, there was dust rising in the distance, Xu Yaoyue saw it, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Brother-in-law! We are here!"

It was Qin Jinye who came after him.

He stayed behind the whole time, following not far or near, and finally caught up at this time.

At this moment, seeing a bright pink figure on the side of the road waving at him, he immediately accelerated: "Drive!"

In a blink of an eye, the steed approached.

Qin Jinye dismounted, his eyes fell on He Zhiyan, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "I didn't expect you to be here."

He Zhiyan had planned to put down the hostages and leave just like the others.

But who made him accept it?

"Before I leave, I want to ask the Lord Hou for some advice." He Zhiyan said, drawing his sword.

Qin Jinye immediately sneered: "I don't know if I live or die!"

He also drew his sword.

He had an indescribable and inexplicable killing intent towards He Zhiyan in his heart. Originally, he only regarded He Zhiyan as the remnant party of the King of Qi, and was arrested by the Duke. But not long ago, he saw his wife leaning softly on his chest, and he didn't know how to avoid suspicion, so he accumulated a sigh of relief in his chest.

You can't relieve your anger unless you kill him!

The two are holding long swords, and you come and I go to the ground.

He Zhiyan was modest just now. He did not "know a little about swordsmanship", but his swordsmanship was quite good. At this moment, he fought against Qin Jinye, but he did not lose the wind for a while.

Xu Yaoyue twisted her fingers anxiously, staring intently at the two fighting, her face full of worry.

Han'er helped Shaoyin to the side of the road, squatted down with her small body, took out a handkerchief, shook it off, carefully spread the handkerchief on the ground, and then went to help Shaoyin: "Mother, sit down."

Shaoyin's eyes were full of smiles.

Although know that this child is an adult at heart, but there is no way, he is still a child now, it is really cute to see him pouting his butt and laying out a handkerchief, his tender little body doing things in a strict manner.

"Han'er has a heart." She slowly sat down.

Han'er wiped the sweat from her face with her sleeve, her big eyes filled with worry: "Is mother uncomfortable?"

"No." Shaoyin said, "I'm fine, Han'er don't worry." As she said that, she reached out and stroked his forehead lightly.