Chapter 489: Enjoy the taste of piercing your heart

Shiku brought a secret guard, and followed with light work among the dense forest branches, but found that in a blink of an eye, there were only two steeds left in the forest, and the princess and Nan Yan had disappeared.
Shiku quickly fell on the dead leaves.
He carefully inspected the ground and analyzed: "There are traces of stumbling horses. The princess can be taken away the moment we appear, and the opponent is very capable."
He raised his eyes, stared into the depths of the dense forest, and decisively ordered: "I will take someone to chase, and leave one person to report to the master"
"What are you doing?"
The cold voice suddenly sounded.
When everyone looked, Shen Yichao dressed in white, riding on the horse, slowly coming over.
"Shen Langjun."
Shiku bowed his hands respectfully, and said the matter briefly and concisely.
Shen Yichao calmly said: "Immediately search along the woods. I will report to Xiao Yi in person."
He is the most discourse-powered staff member under Xiao Yi's hands. Shiku and others trust him in every possible way, so they act immediately without any objections.
The light breeze blows, and the snow rolls down the branches.
Shen Yichao watched them go away, brushing the falling snow on his shoulders, still wandering around.
...
When Nan Baoyi woke up, it was a simple straw shed as far as she could see.
She sat up and saw that she was wearing the prison uniform of a death row inmate and black iron shackles on her wrists.
Nan Yankean slept in a pile of straw, with unkempt hair, shackles and prison uniforms.
She lifted her foot and kicked Nan Yan: "Get up."
Taking advantage of Nan Yan's effort to wake up the gods, she looked around. There were dozens of prisoners around her, her expressions were bleak, and the prisoners' clothes were only those worn by death row prisoners.
After Nan Yan was sober, her face was pale: "It's bad."
"What's wrong?"
"Xishan Hunting Ground not only hunts animals, but also hunts people." Nan Yan solemnly said, "The South Vietnamese nobles were very extravagant in their early years, and they would gather death row prisoners from all over here. During winter hunting, the nobles would shoot and hunt as punishment after crime. Unexpectedly, we would be caught here...Nan Baoyi, did you offend someone again?"
Nan Baoyi has no expression: "I am more inclined to be dragged down by you."
When the two pushed each other responsibilities, laughter came from outside the shed.
The young man in luxurious fur, riding on a tall horse, looks delicate and feminine.
Nan Baoyi was surprised: "Nanjing?"
"Nan Jing..." Nan Jing pinned the name, with a little joking on his face, "That's me in the past. I am now a talented man in Qingzhou City, Jinke Tanhua Lang, enshrined by the imperial imperial Hanlin, Bei Start again."
He smiled triumphantly.
"It turns out that you caught us." Nan Baoyi muttered, "Rise again in the north, it sounds like'don't rise again'..."
Nan Yan was angry: "Nanjing, this palace is the emperor's woman, how dare you treat this palace like this!"
"Why don't you dare?" Nan Jing played with his whip, "in a quarter of an hour, you will be put into the hunting grounds as condemned prisoners. Enjoy the taste of piercing your heart, huh."
Nan Yan's face changed drastically.
She knew that Nan Jing hated her, but she didn't expect him to be so poisonous.
She endured the pain of her wrist being worn through the shackles, and her attitude softened: "Brother, the family doesn't talk about two things. I am your only sister. The blood is connected like ten fingers connected to the heart. How can you treat me like this? When we were alive, we often told our brothers and sisters to support each other. You can kill Nan Baoyi, you can't kill me!"
Nan Baoyi: "..."
A complicated look at Nan Yan.
This woman turned her face like a book.
"Mother?" Nan Jing sneered, "You also have the face to talk to me about your mother? Less than three days after her death, you followed a man to the banquet, and you have the face to mention her? Nan Yan, you and I have no sibling friendship. , Take care of yourself."
He urged the steed to leave.
Nan Baoyi looked at Nan Yan angrily and gloated, "You can't live by yourself, who let you harm your brother in the first place?"
"you shut up!"
"No way."
"Nan Baoyi, it's really been my blood mold for eight lifetimes that I met brothers and sisters like you!"
"Who isn't it?"
The two of you come and I will fight for a quarter of an hour.
There was a lot of noise, and several jailers in charge of death row prisoners arrived on horseback.
They stuffed them into the mouths of the prisoners, not giving them a chance to speak for help.
Nan Yan was furious: "This palace is the imperial concubine! Take away your dirty hands!"
The jailers just laughed.
"What's the use of the imperial concubine? Even if you are a queen, you will end up in a piercing end!"
Nan Baoyi can see it.
The jailer on this side of the forest farm was also from the British King Chu Huaixiu.
From afar, there was the sound of drums overwhelming the sky, and the sound of horseshoes resounded across the wild, and it was probably hunting dignitaries galloping toward this side.
The death row prisoners were frightened, and under the urging of the jailer, they ran desperately for their lives.
Nan Baoyi was still calm, and ran to the dense forest where it was easy to hide with Nan Yan.
There is no one in the wild.
The two leaned against the big tree and cooperated to take out the cloth ball in each other's mouth.
Nan Yan gasped badly: "Nan Jing is so bold that he did such a thing to me! When I return to the camp, I will tell the emperor!"
"He's not a stupid person. Since he has done such a thing, it is impossible to leave you with evidence of the accusation." Nan Baoyi held a small hairpin, and took the time to pry the black iron shackles between her wrists for Nan Yan, "I Look, we can't kill Concubine Jiang this time, it's better to find a way to return to the camp first."
Nan Yan Xin was unwilling, but she could only do so.
With a "click", Nan Baoyi opened the shackles.
Nan Yan moved her wrist, curious: "When did you learn to pick the lock?"
Nan Baoyi bends her lips.
Her second brother taught her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Even the small skill of picking locks was learned from the second brother.
Nan Yan took the little hairpin in her hand, and helped her pick the lock according to the gourd painting scoop.
When Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the smile on her face, she felt like a mirror in her heart and immediately understood.
She faintly said: "I heard that you fell out with Xiao Yi these days. Nan Baoyi, don't blame me for not reminding you, the love of a man is temporary after all. Only when you are strong can you avoid becoming a cousin fate."
Nan Baoyi looked at her in surprise.
This half-sister is beautiful and delicate, and her posture is self-contained, like the Han Gong Feiyan who can do a palm dance in a drama.
From the daughter of the outside room to the concubine of the Nanfu, from the noble concubine of the Cheng family to the brothel flower girl, from the abandoned concubine of the deep palace to the fullness of the third grade, Nan Yan's half-life is not without bumps.
She is ambitious and aggressive, and she is always working hard for a higher status.
Inexplicably, Nan Baoyi had a slight admiration for her.
Nan Yan learned things very quickly, and after fumbling for half an hour, she broke Nan Baoyi's shackles.
The two sisters walked towards the camp, and after a long walk, there was the sound of horseshoes in the woods.
The two looked at the galloping man Shengxue in white, with a pure and noble appearance, and a pair of peachy eyes with boundless coolness, it was Shen Yichao.
Nan Baoyi beckoned in surprise: "Master Shen"
Before he finished his words, he saw Shen Yichao draw a bow and arrow at him.
She froze.