After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

Chapter 242 Deception

"I thought it was interesting, so I bought it casually. I have no interest in keeping these things."

There was a hint of nonchalance in Song Yanyi's words.

Cui Rong chuckled, curiosity flickering in her eyes: "Where did you buy it? This is the first time I've seen such an interesting rabbit lantern."

He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and replied calmly, "I forgot."

However, at this moment, the street that was originally filled with laughter and joy suddenly became a commotion. The crowd downstairs began to push and shove, and fled in all directions. Screams rose one after another, breaking the harmony and tranquility of the festival.

Cui Rong's heart suddenly tightened, and she looked out the window quickly, only to see a team of soldiers holding torches approaching here quickly. The flashing swords and shadows of swords looked particularly ferocious under the reflection of the firelight, and their target was clearly Xiangrui Tower!

Cui Rongrong looked horrified, staring blankly at Song Yanyi, her voice trembling slightly: "What's going on?"

Song Yanyi's eyes became heavy as he stared at the soldiers wielding swords to attack the building: "I don't know, but it's definitely not a good thing."

Cui Rong's face turned pale in an instant. After one crisis came another, why did her life have to be so unfortunate?

"Then what do we do now?"

Cui Rong wanted to get up anxiously, "Do we still have time to escape?"

"It's too late, they've already broken in."

Song Yanyi's words were calm, yet revealed a hint of helplessness.

"Well, then we'll go through the back door!"

There was a hint of panic in Cui Rongrong's tone.

Song Yanyi glanced at her eager look to survive, and a smile suddenly welled up in his heart. How could he believe that she would give up her life so easily?

Just as Cui Rong was about to run away, he grabbed her and said, "In such a premeditated attack, how could the back door be unguarded? Do you want to die in vain?"

"Well, what should we do then?"

Cui Rongrong's tone was full of anxiety.

Song Yanyi quickly blew out the candle on the table and pulled her into a seemingly inconspicuous cabinet in the corner of the room.

The space inside the cabinet was small, and when the two people stood there they were almost pressed against each other, with no extra space for anyone to turn around.

Cui Rongrong couldn't care less about these things at this moment. She lowered her voice and asked fearfully, "Is it really okay to hide in a place like this? Won't they search the cabinets?"

"No, they are not looking for us."

Song Yanyi's tone was calm, as if everything was under his control.

"Who are they looking for then?"

Cui Rong asked in confusion.

"King Xuan, he has a banquet on the second floor tonight."

The voice whispered in Cui Rongrong's ear, like an uneasy omen floating in the night wind, causing her to suddenly feel an indescribable panic in her heart.

It turned out that this sudden danger did not come from the rampage of bandits in the mountains, but the aftermath of the power struggle deep in the palace, which ruthlessly swept into this small place.

However, no matter which force was at stake, for ordinary people caught in the middle, life under the sword and gun was as fragile as fallen leaves swaying in the autumn wind. Even she, a woman who claimed to be smart, was no exception.

"Can you fight back? Don't you know Kung Fu?"

She asked him beside her almost desperately, with a glimmer of hope in her voice that was not completely extinguished.

He answered casually, but his tone was chillingly indifferent: "Yes, I will fight to the death, even if I am covered in blood and blood. Anyway, you won't take it to heart."

After saying this, his eyes became deep, as if he was ready to die.

Cui Rong was speechless and could only remain silent.

Her eyes were fixed on the crack of the crumbling cabinet door. The fighting and desperate wails outside surged in like a tide, making her tremble all over.

She leaned helplessly on his chest, her eyes, which were usually gentle or indifferent, were now filled with unprecedented panic and helplessness, just like a little rabbit chased into a desperate situation by a hunter. Despite the fear, it could only instinctively look for the only warmth it could rely on.

He lowered his head, looking at the pale face in his arms, and a strange sense of calm surged in his heart.

In this cramped and silent space, he held her tightly in his arms for the first time in a long time, as if he had found the long-lost peace.

And all her distracting thoughts seemed to be dispelled by this sudden sense of security. The whole world at this moment shrank into the warmth of his arms. She clung to him tightly, as if he was the last piece of driftwood on the boat of life.

Just as Cui Rong was immersed in the complex emotions of fear and dependence, she suddenly realized that his originally cold and hard body was gradually heating up. She raised her eyes in surprise and met his deep eyes that seemed to contain countless secrets.

There was an irrepressible desire bubbling in his heart, and that look made her hair stand on end instantly. Compared to those ferocious bandits outside the door, he was even more frightening at this moment.

She tried to struggle, but her waist was tightly held by his strong arms, leaving no chance for escape.

His voice was low and hoarse, his hot breath brushed against her ears, and he murmured, "Don't move, someone is coming."

Cui Rong was stunned. All her resistance disappeared at this gentle command. She forced herself to remain calm and did not dare to move at all.

Outside, chaotic and hurried footsteps gradually approached, and the voices of the hunters were clearly audible: "It is said that the one just captured is a substitute, and the real King Xuan must still be hiding here. We have surrounded the building like an iron barrel, and he can't escape even if he has wings! We must find him!"

Along with the rough kicking of the door, screams and shouts mixed together, approaching this small shelter step by step.

Finally, the thin door was violently kicked open with a loud bang. Cui Rongrong's heart almost stopped beating. The fingers that were tightly grasping Song Yanyi's clothes tightened unconsciously, and the fingertips almost embedded in the palm.

On the roof, the hidden guards heard the approaching footsteps and each of them gripped the hilt of their swords, ready to strike.

One of them whispered, "Shall we start now?"

Fu Xian, the leader of this group of people, said without even turning his head: "Why do you want to take action? The master didn't give the order."

Inside, the intruders looked at the empty private room with confusion on their faces.

"No one here?"

The leading bandit leader seemed unusually sharp. He swept his eyes around and finally landed on the wardrobe in the corner. He slowly approached.

Through the tiny crack in the door, Cui Rong saw the figure approaching step by step. Her heart was pounding and her breathing seemed to freeze.

And Song Yanyi, listening to the approaching footsteps, had hidden weapons ready at his fingertips, ready to fight at any time.

At this critical moment, a strange sound was heard outside the window. The bandit leader immediately turned around and ordered sternly: "Chase! Don't let him get away!"

Upon hearing the noise, a group of gangsters quickly jumped out of the window, and the house fell into silence again.

On the roof, Fu Xian threw away the stone in his hand: "The city defense troops are coming soon, retreat!"

"You won't report it to the master?"

Fu Xian patted the questioner's head impatiently: "My master has no time to listen to your nagging at this moment, retreat now!"

The guards quickly disappeared into the night.