It was half a month after arriving in Anling, and although Song Huaijin hurried back, he was still a step late.

An Yi had already occupied Anling, accepted the reward of the new emperor Lu Jinao, crowned the king of Ning'an, and was ordered to hunt down the fugitive Nine Emperor Princes.

It turns out that he can also abandon family affection for the sake of power.

After understanding the situation, Song Huaijin did not enter the city, and simply took the Nine Emperors to run around the trail to other places, during which Zhao Yiheng had lost contact for half a month in order to cut off the queen for her.

Half a month later, the ammunition and food were exhausted, the people were sleepy and the horses were lacking, and Song Huaijin and the Nine Emperor Princes were already at the end of their strong crossbows.

It wasn't until the horse also died of fatigue that they walked for a long time before they temporarily found a broken temple to rest.

Song Huaijin used the last bit of silver on his body to buy a steamed bun for the Nine Emperor Princes, and he was guarding the temple gate, nervously guarded.

She hadn't eaten for three days, and she couldn't do it just by drinking water.

The weather has already entered spring, and Song Huaijin is still wearing winter clothes, perhaps because he is hungry, but he can't feel the heat.

It has been almost two months since he left the capital, Song Huaijin looked at the white clothes covered with mud, and couldn't help but sigh slightly: Two months is enough time for the wound on his ribs to heal, and it is enough to make everything a foregone conclusion.

Listen to Gu Zhiyan said: Lu Jinao's new emperor ascended the throne, and the princes had a very unpleasant trouble in the capital, but after all, they had no rival to the jade seal in Lu Jinao's hand, and they all left with their own hearts.

According to this ending, Lu Jinchen is probably in his fiefdom.

It's so far from here!

Just as he was thinking, there was another sound of neat and orderly footsteps not far away.

Song Huaijin put his hand on the pergola, and looked in the direction where the voice came from with his eyes that were not quite in focus, and sure enough, it was An Lingjun slowly approaching.

She was immediately startled, got up in two steps and rushed to the house, "Your Highness the Nine, hurry, we have to..."

But before he finished speaking, he was blocked by the scene in front of him.

The Nine Emperor Princes were leaning on a broken Buddha statue and falling asleep quietly, the rising sunlight gently hitting his muddy face, and the simple smile of the past could be vaguely seen, how to look at it and how unbearable.

Perhaps, it would be a relief for everyone to end this escape quickly.

Song Huaijin slowly took two steps forward, stretched out his hand to cover the Nine Emperor Princes, turned around and went out, and faced the rough and rough An Lingjun.

"It seems that we are still very important, and we also want King Lao Ningan to personally lead the troops to hunt down." Song Huaijin smiled sarcastically, raised his eyes and stared fiercely into An Yi's eyes.

An Yi was slightly uncomfortable by her gaze, and always felt that Song Huaijin was laughing at his ignorance and worldliness, so he simply didn't look over his head and said bluntly: "Mr. Huaijin, don't come unharmed." ”

"Hehehe. Didn't King Ning'an find out? I'm very sick. Song Huaijin covered his rumbling stomach and suddenly crooked on the steps, looked back at the sleeping Nine Emperor Princes, and said in a low voice: "Wait for him to sleep well, okay?" ”

"Okay." An Yi almost readily agreed, and there was a trace of pain in his voice, he is not a person who does not value friendship, but the country has changed hands, and the world will be chaotic, he can only use this method to find a place for himself.

The environment was unusually quiet, the warm wind blowing in spring dispelled the gloom of winter, I don't know how long it took, the Nine Emperor Prince moved, got up, and looked blankly at the group of people surrounding outside.

Song Huaijin gently pulled him up and said with a smile: "Your Highness, we are going home." ”

"Back... Where to go back? The Nine Emperors' voice was dry, and he couldn't hear his original voice anymore.

"Nine Princes' Mansion."

When the Nine Emperor Princes heard this, their eyes suddenly widened, followed by a violent cough, and then a few sharp breaths before his emotions slowly calmed down.

He trembled and held Song Huaijin's hand, obviously afraid, but his eyes were extremely firm.

He nodded and said sincerely, "Go!" ”

Song Huaijin smiled slightly, took care of his clothes for him as he had done countless times before, and followed him politely.

She thought, maybe this is the last time, to follow the Nine Emperor Princes like this.

When she arrived at Anling, An Yi first asked her to bathe and change her clothes, and then made up a good meal for her, and then threw her into the prison.

Song Huaijin was wearing a clean and tidy prison uniform, and after eating and drinking, he lazily leaned on a pile of straw in the prison and made up for a good night's sleep.

She slept soundly this night, and when she woke up two days later.

The jailer walked up to her unceremoniously, flicked his whip and shouted, "It's awake!" I slept like a pig, and I didn't hurry up for Lao Tzu to work! ”

"Work?" Song Huaijin stared at him inexplicably: "The prisoner still has to work voluntarily?" ”

"Less nonsense!" The jailer said that a whip of "snap" fell beside her, and said unceremoniously: "Recently, Anling has not had enough manpower!" Do the drudgery of moving stones and washing clothes have to be done by prisoners? What's the matter, you're expensive? Are you different from others? ”

"Not really, I do." Song Huaijin said, patted the soil on her body and stood up, just as she saw the jailer looking at her with ill intentions, looked her up and down, and finally stopped at her. Chest. Mouth, obscenity. Smile squeezed:

"Song Huaijin, right? I didn't expect you to have such a down-and-out time, tsk, it's really feng shui in turn. ”

"Wipe it, your saliva is going to run down." Song Huaijin glared at him unhappily, his tone with some contempt and warning.

As soon as the jailer was reminded, he immediately cleaned up his appearance, and smiled at Song Huaijin again: "Mr. Huaijin, to be honest, you are really good-looking, and you have a strong temperament, such a woman really can't be found with a lantern." ”

"So what?"

"I originally thought that I had no fate with you. But I didn't expect that we would meet here, and you have seen it, I am also the little head of this prison, if you follow me, I will definitely not let you be wronged. ”

The jailer said that he had reached out to hold Song Huaijin's slender jade hand, and rubbed it with enjoyment: "Look at this little hand, I really can't bear to see you wronged, and I really feel sorry for you." ”

"That's..."Song Huaijin slowly blurted out in a cold voice, and suddenly withdrew his hand back, kicked the jailer in the chest, and continued: "It's not necessary! ”

The jailer fell to the ground with an "oops", choking out of his mouth, and his entire throat was slightly fishy: "Song! Bosom! Jin! ”

He stood up viciously, "Do you really think you're still that high-ranking strategist?" When I take a fancy to you, it's for your face! It's all fucking in prison, it's still this stinky virtue, be careful that Lao Tzu is unhappy and kill you directly! ”

"Oops, it scared the hell out of me." Song Huaijin sneered and raised his eyes disdainfully: "You said it yourself, feng shui takes turns, aren't you afraid that I will join Cheng Anyi, go back to the top, and then come back to you to settle accounts?" ”

"You, you, you... You are talking nonsense! As soon as the jailer thought of this possibility, he immediately panicked: "How could you? You helped the assassination of the emperor's Nine Emperor Sons to escape, it is a felony of treason, how can it be reversed?! ”

"But I heard that my father Song Xun was released by the Thousand Machines Department again and continued to serve as the prime minister of the dynasty, which is really hard to say."

The whip in the jailer's hand softened, and he became more and more unconfident, for some reason, Song Huaijin's gaze was obviously gentle and gentle, but it always gave him a creepy feeling.

Song Huaijin is still like that, forever unattainable and undesecrated.

was in a stalemate, and there was already someone wearing armor outside, who came slowly, and said loudly: "King Ning'an interrogated Song Huaijin, hurry up and bring it out!" ”

The man stood at the door, the dark iron armor on his body reflected the sunlight, and he was a little dazzling in the dim dungeon, and Song Huaijin squinted slightly to see that the person at the door was Chu Weiran.

The ink-colored iron armor is exclusive to first-class generals, and it seems that he has been promoted.

Song Huaijin smiled confidently, took two steps forward, and gently patted the jailer's shoulder:

"Look, are there any people looking for me? Are you glad you didn't whip me just now? ”

The jailer's feet immediately became weak, he couldn't afford to provoke a Chu Weiran, let alone Song Huaijin, if she really surrendered and soared again, wouldn't she almost make a big mistake?

"Mr. Huaijin." He suddenly screamed, "plopped" and knelt on the ground, he could see Song Huaijin's previous method of "killing gods and ghosts and ghosts", in case he faced himself, he was afraid that he would die without a corpse:

"Mr. Huaijin, I was wrong, I hope you don't care about the villain, and let the little one go."

"It depends on my mood." Song Huaijin lightly left a sentence, leaving the jailer with a dead face in a daze.