Chapter 7: The Encounter of Master and Servant 1
In April, the flow of the Dazhang River is very gentle, after the ice and snow melt, the riverbed is still very shallow, and the quiet river water goes all the way forward, day and night. The river is endless, nourishing farmers, merchants, and hunters within a radius of hundreds of miles from Hojing. The water temperature reached night, only a few degrees, and the wind fell from the high cliff, and he was already dizzy and lightheaded, and after a dip in cold water, he was much more sober. Apparently, the Assassins did not chase after him. Saifeng struggled to paddle with his arms, and at the same time, taking advantage of the glimmer of light in the night, looking at the black mountains, groping his way to the shore.
"O prince, where are you, my master?" Cyphon grabbed a twig and, with a little force, was on the shore. He scanned the endless darkness and whispered to himself.
Saifeng has been lonely since he was a child, and after being taken in by King Wu of Zhou, he practiced martial arts hard, and fought with Zhou Wu in the south and the north, and he had already refined his muscles and bones with iron. Whether it is being pursued by bears, bitten by fierce tigers, or surrounded by assassins, it is not uncommon for Saifeng, a Great Zhou general. But at this time, Saifeng was terrified, a fact that made him tremble and weak: the prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the prince of the new dynasty, Ji Yu, were clearly no longer by his side.
Oh my God, master, where are you?
Protecting the crown prince is the most important task of this hunt,
Where have you been, Prince? Falling from a cliff, a tree?
Saiphon's mind was unusually calm, and he turned his bright and young brain to analyze it quickly.
There are only a few situations that have happened to the prince at present, and Saifeng analyzes: one is like himself, after falling from the cliff, he fell into the river. But there was clearly no other weight floating down in the river, which may have been quickly denied by the psiphon. The second possibility, the moment the air falls, the prince Ji Chan separates from himself, he should be at the other end of the tree, then, the most likely, and what Saifeng hopes the most will happen, is that the prince falls from the cliff, his body is much lighter than himself, and when he encounters the resistance of the branches, he falls very slowly, and now it is better to lie on the branches of the big tree. There is another situation: after falling off the cliff, he fell directly into the bushes and suffered a slight bruise, but at this time he was safe and sound, and was found by the Qianjia soldiers, and General Peilun and the prince had returned to the camp tent. Hey, this, of course this is good, it's just......
Saiphon thought as he went ashore.
Fortunately, the trees on the shore are not very dense, and while he was thinking in a good direction, he comforted himself, the most unthinkable result, forget it, then don't think about it!
Saifeng's right hand was numb, and he put it in his mouth, letting the temperature in his mouth warm the bloodied tiger's mouth. Saiphon struggled to find the direction, and he had only one thought in his mind, he must find the crown prince Ji Chen, this young prince who was both a master and a servant and a brother with him.
"Woohoo, woohoo!" In the dark night, faintly, there was the sound of horses chirping in the distance, and the voices of people. It's the voice of the last son riding the horse, yes, it's him! It's him!
Psiphon was excited, great! As long as the last son comes, everything will be saved.
Sai Feng couldn't think much of it, he put his left hand in his mouth and let out a long whistle. This whistling sound is a signal to call for help, and if it was the last one who drove the horse, he would definitely rush over. For many years, Saifeng has followed the last son and the prince, and the three of them should be familiar with such whistles. The style of the competition with superior martial arts blew the whistle out, pierced the sky, and spread far, far away.
Saifeng wants to gamble, he wants to gamble, the assassin who assassinated the prince did not have the courage and speed at all, and in such a short time, he could make a detour of dozens of miles, chase him to the lower reaches of the Dazhang River, and intercept himself and the prince again. This assassination, judging by Saifeng, should have been planned for a long, long time, with the help of birds and beasts in the mountains, to put the prince in the illusion of "natural death". These assassins should have fled long ago, or they had already gone into hiding. Because, the royal family hunts in the forbidden garden, at night, if the flying pigeon department can't return the situation of the princes during the day to the king and queen in the palace, the thousand armor soldiers, generals, and temple managers can't get out of the way, and they may have already set out to find the prince at this time. Then, it is impossible for these assassins to chase after each other without a single hit, exposing their targets to their own death. Because of the mountain, all of them are the king's army and generals.
"Woo Di Di, Woo Di Di!" The whistle of the reply was none other than the last son. Downstream not far from him, every sound is clear, transmitting a signal to himself. The clever Suechuanko whistles a lot in a row. Obviously, the last son has been looking for the prince for a long, long time.
What surprised Saifeng even more was that upstream of him, far away, there was a faint familiar whistle. That's great! The prince is fine, it's him! It's him! He's alive!
"Psiphon, isn't that you?" Full of energy, a very mellow and young voice called out loudly, it was the voice of the last son.
The sound of horses' hooves, whistles, and bright torches flickering and faintly came this way.
"Woo-oh, here!" Saifeng heard the voice of the last Chuanzi and was overjoyed when he saw the torch, and used the sound of "Woo oh woo oh" that was only used on the battlefield to summon the last Chuanzi towards the bank of the Zhanghe River.
Everything was spent in a thrilling situation, and unexpectedly peaceful!
Three teenagers gathered in the cliff cave of the ancient cedar tree.
"Prince, are you still alive?" Saifeng saw that the prince was good and decent, and in ecstasy, he forgot all about the courtesy of the monarch and the minister, and said loudly.
", when did Prince Ben die?" The prince hugged Saifeng all of a sudden, and replied without hesitation. The three good friends had a good heart, and they all laughed.
The prince was not in a hurry, he used the fire that was not extinguished when he left, and he barbecued the prey in the cave beautifully. Both Saiphon and the Prince's brains replayed over and over again the hunt, the pursuit of fierce beasts, the round-up of assassins, and the fierce appearance of the assassins despite their faces.
Suedenko took out the flame bullet released to General Peilun from his bosom, and the prince and Saifeng pretended to be injured in hunting, and put the prey in the cave on the back of Suedenko's horse. A group of three people evacuated from the ancient cedar trees of the Dazhang River. The three of them have a tacit understanding, and this pursuit must not be known to any princes, thousand armorers, and generals in this hunt.
The clever prince, the keen last son, and the witty racing style, all three of them knew in their hearts that this was by no means an accidental pursuit and assassination. The crown prince was silent, and made many speculations and analyses in his heart. As the crown prince of the Great Zhou and the future king, he didn't want his father and mother to worry. At the same time, in the prince's heart, he is gradually understanding that he is no longer the son of an ordinary prince as in the past, and his mother is no longer an ordinary wife of a prince. He is the crown prince, his mother is the queen, and his status, everything they have at the moment, will become the starting point of other people's desires, and will also become the prey of the next batch of killers. The royal palace of the Great Zhou may become a real hunting ground.