A faint, cool fragrance wafted into my nostrils, and I couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The fragrance is intoxicating.
After feeling my feet stop, I looked up.
A long, slender neck, a small Adam's apple, a rather pointed chin, and light-colored thin lips.
Above that, a silver mask covered the upper half of the face, but it couldn't hide those eyes that seemed to be in an abyss.
The darkness was so clear that it reflected his current appearance perfectly.
I instinctively reached out to touch my face, and touched something cool and silky smooth...
Upon picking it up, I saw hair as black as ink.
The cool fragrance I had just smelled, which I thought was an illusion, returned as it brushed against my hair.
Murong Jiu was somewhat dazed.
"Your Majesty, are you alright?"
After escaping the flying arrow, the commander of the secret guards rushed over and shouted loudly, startling Murong Jiu back to her senses.
Then the person next to him took a step back, creating some distance.
A sense of regret flashed through my mind for no apparent reason.
Before he could say anything, a dense swarm of arrows flew toward them again.
Luo Ling frowned. With such a grand setup, how exactly did the female lead, with her mediocre skills, manage to save the male lead?
This is not scientific.
She grabbed the male protagonist beside her, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and leaped into the air, quickly darting backward.
Once they had retreated to a safe place, he held the jade flute horizontally to his lips.
A clear and ethereal melody drifted out.
The invisible sound waves snapped the flying arrows wherever they passed.
Murong Jiu narrowed her eyes, staring at the slender figure in red in front of her, her gaze flickering slightly.
Who is this person?
And why would it appear here?
And just so conveniently, she saved him.
In particular, the sound of his flute was so mournful.
It seemed as if an endless sorrow surrounded him.
What is he sad about?
At this moment, Murong Jiu felt as if a fire was burning inside him, making his already gloomy emotions even more violent.
"We advise you not to meddle in other people's business. If you leave now, we will not pursue the matter."
The assassins who led the attack on Murong Jiu were disheartened when they realized they couldn't break through Luo Miao's flute playing.
They don't have much time.
By the time the Imperial Guards realized what was happening, it would be difficult for them to make a move.
They finally managed to push him to this point; if he doesn't die, they will be the ones who die.
Luo Miao didn't even glance at them. He seemed completely oblivious to the commotion around him, utterly absorbed in his own world, silently playing his flute.
Her silky black hair was lifted by the wind, falling down to her chest, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks.
The silver mask, the jade-white skin, the jet-black hair, and the emerald green jade flute create a very strong visual effect.
In these mountains and forests, these people were like invaders who had strayed in and disturbed him.
Both sides held their breath; this person's aura was too extraordinary.
Especially to the point that they dared not act rashly.
Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent temporarily stopped attacking, Luo Miao flashed and grabbed Murong Jiu, disappearing from the spot before they could react.
As soon as they left the hunting grounds, a group of imposing imperial guards appeared in front of them.
Upon seeing Murong Jiu, the man on horseback immediately shouted excitedly, "Your Majesty!"
Luo Ling knew this was a rescue.
After releasing her grip on the male lead and confirming that he wouldn't react to the approaching person, she turned to leave.
Just as he took a step, his sleeve was grabbed, and a rough, hoarse voice rang out.
"Who are you, and why did you save me?"
Luo Miao stopped walking, tilted her head slightly, and fell silent.
Just when Murong Jiu thought he wouldn't get a reply, a cold voice came, making his heart skip a beat.