ing violently.

Che Yu must have also fallen, her ceremonial carriage is very high, which makes her feel upside down, but she can't go out at this time because there is a sound of gold and spears outside.
It is a fierce battle, and she is unarmed if you go out, you can only end up being hacked and killed.


She suddenly thought of something, took out a wooden box from under the seat, opened it, took out a dagger from it, and put it in her arms.

This was the sword given to her by the Empress Dowager.
She had it sharpened later and always carried it with her to remind her that she was still walking on a tightrope.

But having said that, today's experience still made her terrified, which was something she had never thought of before.

To attack her guard of honor in broad daylight, it must be someone with soldiers.

Is it Fu Lingxian? Could it be that Fu Ling Xian’s acting skills are so good that she didn't notice it today?

Just as she was thinking about this, she suddenly stretched out a hand from the gap in the wooden slats.
Fu Ping’An was startled.
She drew out her sword and was about to stab it.
When she came in, it was Ah Hua who was already disheveled.
The other party said, “Take off your clothes and get out with me.”

Fu Ping’An immediately took off the outermost heavy black dress.
Fortunately, she was still small, so she easily got in.
She went out, but as soon as she went out, there was a sword attack.
Fu Ping’An raised her sword to block it, but she already had a long sword to help her block the attack.
The owner of the long sword bowed his head and smiled: “Your Majesty, this little man is Huo Zhengmao.”

The smile, when he saw Fu Ping’An’s face, froze.

Fu Ping’An said: “Okay, okay, Huo Zhuangshi, I understand.”

Huo Zhengmao didn't have enough time to express his inner shock, he quickly defended the enemy with his sword, and Luo Qionghua took Fu Ping’An to take the opportunity to go into the alley.
Running, Fu Ping’An raised her eyes and glanced around.
They were on the north-south straight road in the center.
At this time, the wide road was in a mess.

“This is not a temporary idea, but an assassination that has been planned for a long time.” Luo Qionghua said, “The assassins pretended to be civilians on both sides of the road, hiding their weapons under the food and goods, and we were caught off guard.”

Fu Ping’An was still in a mess but the barrage was not chaotic, so Fu Ping’An asked a question by the barrage: “But how did you know?”

“Brother Huo told me that it was calculated by an old Taoist priest.”

[Zuo Jia: Huh? Calculated? Is there any metaphysical worldview? ]

Fu Ping’An was dubious, but she couldn't help thinking too much now.
The alley turned eastward and westward and she quickly lost her direction.
Luo Qionghua pushed every door she came across, and finally pushed one open, then pulled Fu Ping’An went in, and closed the door behind him.

This place looks like the backyard of a residential house.
There is a well and a flower garden in the yard.
Some hydrangeas and periwinkle are planted, but they are not taken care of, and they are scattered here and there.

“It's not good to trespass on a private house…what to do if you are discovered?”

“Most of the merchants live here, and many of them are out to buy goods at this time, and there is no one in the house.”

Luo Qionghua looked at the yard, then she pulled Fu Ping’An to the window, took off a silver hairpin on her head, inserted it through the crack of the window, lowered the top of the window bolt, and the window was opened.
Luo Qionghua turned in first, and then rushed Fu Ping’An to take her stretched out hand: “Come on, I'll pull you.”

Fu Ping’An was still a little confused, firstly, this was someone else's room, and secondly, she didn't think it looked very good to climb the window, but at this moment she heard something in the alley outside the courtyard.
Hearing the sound of a human being, she was startled, grabbed Luo Qionghua's hand, and climbed into the window.

The window was a wooden bed, and now the quilts were put away, the two quickly climbed in, Luo Qionghua re-bolted the window, turned around, and saw Fu Ping’An sitting on the head of the bed with her knees hugged, her hair messy, the skirt was slightly open, so she reached out to help her cover the skirt, and said in a low voice, “Don't be afraid, they won't find us.”

Fu Ping’An widened her eyes and blurted out: “I'm not afraid!”

In any case, she can't be reduced to the point where she needs to be comforted by a girl who looks younger than her.

Luo Qionghua said: “Okay, you are not afraid.”

Fu Ping’An: “…”

Why do you feel more humiliated?

She decided to change the subject: “You…
Did you already know?”

She didn't say anything clearly but raised her eyes to Ahua, who pursed her lips and looked away, without answering immediately.

Fu Ping’An said: “Don't pretend to be stupid.”

Luo Qionghua pursed her mouth, and she sat next to Fu Ping’An, shoulder to shoulder with Fu Ping’An, and said in a low voice: “I don't know who you are, so don't ask me who you are.
I am Ah Hua, and you are Ping an, okay?”

Fu Ping’An was taken aback.

[Futu: Does she not want to salute?]

[Lone Star Wanderer: Hahaha, what an interesting girl.]

[Insomnia day by day: Your domineering president is so good?]

The other party's body temperature is transmitted through the shoulders that are close together, warm and soft, and the other party's hair brushes her neck, which is a little itchy.

She can't remember how long it's been since no one got so close to her.
This made her a little uncomfortable.

In a trance, Fu Ping’An smelled a faintly familiar fragrance, which calmed her down, and then she remembered the scene where the other party lifted the wooden board to pull her, and her mood also moved slightly.

[Taro Bobo Milk Tea: Very good, I have a friend who ignores the status level; Ping'An has indeed not had a friend of the same age for a long time.]

Fu Ping’An didn't know whether her answer was affected by the barrage, but she nodded and said: “…Okay.”

Luo Qionghua said excitedly, “Okay” and stretched out her hands to hug her.
This time Fu Ping’An pushed her away and said indifferently, “…too close.”

At this time, there were voices and footsteps outside the window, and the two of them immediately forgot everything, held each other's hand nervously, and stuck together tightly.

[Want to see the moon: cute, like two little quails.]

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