They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 51 It’s great to be young

Considering all the award-giving stages we've gone through, does she only get a reward when things get really dangerous? What will she give me? Ideally, something that could save my life.

Wu Ziyan stood up, shook out the washed clothes, and in the process picked up a small garment, which fell to the ground with a shake, making her feel a little embarrassed.

These were Wu Ziyan's personal belongings. Even more embarrassed was Changsun Boyou, who, after all, was a man and not yet married. Wu Ziyan awkwardly laughed and slowly squatted down: "Sorry, my hand slipped."

Changsun Boyu turned his head away from the clothes, his face flushed and burning.

Wu Ziyan picked up the small clothes and swung them in the river to wring them out. Her foot slipped, and Changsun Boyu, quick as a flash, grabbed her, but they still lost their balance and both fell into the river.

Changsun Boyou thrashed about in the water, crying, "I...I...I can't swim!"

But seeing Wu Ziyan standing there, it turned out that the water was only waist-deep. Wu Ziyan held Changsun Boyu's hand and said, "Don't worry, I'm here."

Changsun Boyu became increasingly curious. How could a royal woman know how to do laundry and water, seemingly capable of everything from policy to cooking?

"But now my clothes are all wet." Wu Ziyan complained unintentionally. Is this the system's punishment? It's really childish.

However, with her white, jade-like chest half-exposed in the water, Changsun Boyu, feeling shy, pushed her away, but he himself lost his balance and fell towards Wu Ziyan.

The two lay on the shallows, Wu Ziyan below and Changsun Boyu supporting himself with his hands. At that moment, they had only each other in their eyes.

His wet hair dripped water, and Wu Ziyan cupped his chin with her hand: "Beauty, are you taking liberties with me? Are you trying to get revenge for last time?"

Changsun Boyu didn't know where he got the courage, but he buried his head and kissed Wu Ziyan's lips. The lips were warm and cool, and even had a hint of sweetness.

At that moment, both of their hearts were pounding. Without any fancy techniques, they simply held each other tightly. Just then, the little boy called out from afar, "Brother and sister, dinner's ready!"

Only then did they separate, and it was even more obvious that both of them still seemed a little unsatisfied. They awkwardly turned their heads, stood up, and straightened their clothes, which were already soaked, before walking back into the house. The old woman looked at their disheveled appearance and smiled, "Young people, you're really something."

"Grandma, you're still so young!" The child looked at the old woman innocently, and everyone present smiled without saying a word.

The next day, the weather wasn't good, with dark clouds always hanging over the horizon. Wu Ziyan sat at the door, staring blankly into the distance, and didn't even react when the child was playing around her for a long time.

"Big sister, what are you thinking about?" A childish voice interrupted her thoughts. She turned to look at the child: "Nothing."

"By the way, I saw some strangely dressed people blocking the boat on the other side of the river. They looked really scary!"

Hearing the child say this, her heart tightened. This must be another confirmation that they were really dead, since the bodies they found were unrecognizable.

She suddenly grabbed the child's shoulders and said in a very serious tone, "You should take your grandma to the mountains to hide. They are bad people and they will come to rob the village."

The child was frightened and immediately stood up and ran to find the old woman.

Wu Ziyan explained the situation to the old woman, and the old woman understood her. However, at this moment, Changsun Boyu was not by her side, and she was very anxious.

"Big sister, are you worried about big brother? He was washing his wet clothes from yesterday by the river." She pointed towards the river.

Wu Ziyan flung his hand away, thinking to himself, "This is terrible!"

They thought they could escape the disaster silently, but Changsun Boyu was by the river, and his appearance was so distinctive that a little inquiry would reveal that he was there.

"Grandma, you should leave quickly, you can't stay here any longer," Wu Ziyan urged, not wanting innocent people to be harmed.

They heeded the advice and hurried up the mountain. Wu Ziyan waited at home for Changsun Boyou to return. Sure enough, the man who was questioning people by the river with the portrait got some information, while Changsun Boyou was still fishing by the river.

When Changsun Boyou returned late, Wu Ziyan was already sweating profusely with anxiety. Since she didn't know martial arts, she could only wait. Finally, she saw his figure in the distance and waved to him, not daring to shout.

Changsun Boyu, oblivious to everything, waved happily: "We can have an extra meal tonight!" You went to wash clothes, but now you've wrapped two fish in those clothes.

Wu Ziyan rushed over and covered his mouth. The fish and clothes fell to the ground. Changsun Boyou showed a moment of confusion, then frowned.

Wu Ziyan slowly loosened his grip and whispered, "Our whereabouts may have been exposed."

Changsun Boyu nodded and asked what to do now. Wu Ziyan pondered; in fact, she had been thinking about this question all day.

Logically speaking, if Chu Qiu and the others found the marks she left behind, they should be coming to meet her soon. Or perhaps they also think she's really dead, which would be a real problem.

On the other side, Chu Qiu and his group did not give up their search and finally found the marks left by Wu Ziyan and his group. They followed the marks downwards.

The assassins, of course, discovered their trail again, but Wu Ziyan decided to stay in the hut and wait another night. If no one found them, they would move to another location.

Returning to the present, Changsun Boyou asked, "What about the grandmother and granddaughter?"

“I sent them up the mountain, just in case… we can’t let them get involved.”

The two blew out the candles and shared a room. The atmosphere was ambiguous and tense, but for the first half of the night, nothing happened.

Wu Ziyan couldn't hold on any longer and leaned on Changsun Boyou's shoulder, his breath brushing against Changsun Boyou's neck. His heart was pounding like a deer.

Both of them fell asleep. A sleazy villager led a few people to the front of the thatched hut and whispered, "There used to be only an old woman and a little boy here, but recently two strangers have appeared. They look a lot like the people in your portrait."

The men remained silent, poured the kerosene they carried around the house, and threw out a torch, which burst into flames with a whoosh.

The sleazy villager was terrified, but still managed to ask with a forced smile, "Gentlemen, what was the reward you promised me?"

With a flash of cold light, the blood vessel was severed, and the person slowly knelt down, clutching their neck, eyes wide open, seemingly unable to believe what had happened.