When Meng Yong heard the news and came to the front of the Lin Mansion, he saw Zhao Chen sitting on the edge of the stone lion from a distance.

The dim light of the sky cast a large shadow over the stone lion, enveloping the silent man within it.

King Yu stood aside, as if he was whispering something.

At the end of the long street, the officials of Shuntian Mansion surrounded it tightly, and all the Lin family members were on the side, all of them had bad faces, and Lin Song, who was the leader, gave orders again and again.

He withdrew his eyes, folded his sleeves and stood still for a moment, still walking towards Zhao Chen.

A pair of cyan cloth shoes came into view, and above it was the hem of a plain robe, Zhao Chen paused, and then looked at him.

"Gao Lian is dead." She looked up and whispered, very flat.

The efficiency of Shuntian Mansion is still high, and not long after arriving, it was found that the person was poisoned to death, and Lin Peng was also ordering the officials in the mansion to cooperate with officials to find the source of the poison at this time.

Meng Yong's face did not fluctuate, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull her up, but he froze, and finally fell.

Seeing that he only held it between his arms politely, and quickly let go, although King Yu frowned, he did not stop him.

"Those who deserve to die can't be stopped." Meng Yong said softly, slowly brushing the dust for her.

Zhao Chen didn't speak.

It's not that she can't stop it, it's that she was careless, and she was confused by the two people who killed and saved her-

At this time, Zhao Hanqing slowly walked out of the Lin Mansion, and when he saw Meng Yong, he paused slightly, and continued to walk.

"It's the jar for other wine." Zhao Hanqing shook his head and sighed lightly, "I didn't think that it was a separation of life and death, and the King of Zhongshan looked at it a little unpleasantly..."

Zhao Chen listened to him, and his eyes were silent for a moment, "I'll go see the old man." After speaking, he limped into the house.

The vestibule was full of armored generals, all whispering in small voices, talking about the inexplicable death of Gao Lian, while the officers and soldiers of the Shuntian Mansion questioned the servants serving the banquet one by one.

Zhao Chen stopped at the door, but did not go in, but bypassed and returned to the guest house.

One of the people who was resting here just now tried to kill Gao Lian, and the other tried to stop it, intending to scare Gao Lian away—

She thought about walking back, but her ears suddenly trembled, and she didn't pause, and turned in a very natural direction.

There is a bamboo forest outside the guest house, and the path is deep and quiet, leading to a side gate of the Lin Mansion.

Zhao Chen limped down the path, his mind drifting somewhere, until he was held against a dagger by his waist.

"Prince Wu, you should know how to survive." The man's voice was low and threatening.

Zhao Chen's eyes flashed slightly.

This voice—

She nodded again and again in a panic, and stumbled and said, "Don't, don't kill me, if you want to run for your life, I'll help you!" ”

The man pressed the dagger tighter again, half-clutching her and half-carrying her towards the side door.

"Prince Wu? What's wrong with you? How did you get here? The Lin family guard guarding the side door asked suspiciously.

At this time, Zhao Chen was being held by a servant with his head bowed, as if he was unable to move.

"This king fell just now, and he was about to be sent back to the house first..."Zhao Chen said softly, motioning for him to open the door.

Without further questioning, the guard opened the side door and let the two out.

Out of the Lin Mansion and came to the side alley, the man pinned her and flashed quickly to a remote place in the alley.

"I—I took you out, can you let me go now?" Zhao Chen lowered his eyes and asked lightly.

The man didn't say a word, slammed his palm on the back of her neck, saw her fall to the ground softly, and immediately disappeared with her half carried her.

………

The carriage was busy, and there was no sound in all directions.

Zhao Chen quietly opened her eyes, her mouth was gagged with a cloth at this time, and her hands and feet were tied.

Out of Beijing...

She had been listening with her ears pricked up all the way, and the carriage set off from the alley near the Lin Mansion without pause, and went straight out of the city.

Why didn't this man just kill her-

The person who kidnapped her was none other than the unfamiliar voice she had been talking to Xie Shiming.

According to what she thought before, this person should be a third person's subordinate, and he was just ordered to trade with Xie Shiming.

The matter was already over, but Gao Lian suddenly came to Beijing at this time, so this person would appear in the Lin Mansion...

As the carriage galloped, the curtain was lifted by the wind, revealing the scenery outside.

The sky is dark, the four fields are quiet, there are no people on the official road, and the direction of progress seems to be to leave Beijing.

Zhao Chen frowned, she originally wanted to let this person take her to her destination and see what the other party wanted to do.

But now it's obvious that she's going to leave the capital, and what awaits ahead is probably not in her hands...

While pondering, Zhao Chen silently broke away from the rope, and then took off the rags in his mouth casually.

Forget it, catching one is a-

Zhao Chen took out a small paper bag from his arms, dusted it outward, wiped it on the carriage, thought about it, and rubbed it against himself.

In a moment, she quietly lifted the curtain, and the short blade pressed against the driver's neck at the same time, "You should know how to survive." ”

"You—" The man's eyes were full of disbelief, but he didn't look back.

The next moment, he kicked the horse, clamped Zhao Chen's wrist with his backhand, and took advantage of the shaking of the carriage when it rolled over, and dragged Zhao Chen off the carriage on his back.

Blood spilled out from the side of his neck, Zhao Chen shook hard, broke free from his clamps, fell regardless of the speed, and stabbed over.

The man never thought that she was really good at martial arts, and she was stabbed into the shoulder by a short blade for a while.

The two rolled down the official road and headed for the ditch on the side of the road.

Zhao Chen clasped one hand into the mud and stones, and while he was able to stop his body, the short blade in his hand stabbed at the man next to him again.

The two edges collided, and both of them were half-hung above the deep ditch.

Seeing that the other party was good, Zhao Chen was ruthless, suddenly let go of his hand, and while letting himself fall, he dragged the man down the deep ditch together.

Halfway through, despite the gravel of the steep slope, the two kept trying to restrain each other.

Until Zhao Chen's short blade broke through the dagger's block, and once again pressed against the man's throat.

"If I move again, I won't keep my hand!" She said quickly, tugging at the man's shirt, and at the moment of the actual fall to the ground, let him cushion under herself.

The man stopped struggling, and Zhao Chen, who was clamping him, shook his head, and only then did he sober up a little.

"Prince Wu is really hidden!" Blood flowed from under the man's face scarf, and his voice was hoarse and almost silent.

Zhao Chen also spat on the blood foam, put a blade against his neck with one hand, and quickly tapped his shoulder with the other, and at the same time used force between his knees, shaking the joints on his legs.

I can't run this time-

Only then did she relax and fall to the ground in embarrassment, lying on her back and slowly.

At this time, the two of them had already rolled to the bottom of the deep ditch, and in the dark sky, they could not even see the edge of the official road above.

After a long time, she got up, looked coldly at the face towel on his face, and ripped it off.

At first glance she was stunned, as if she was remembering something, and after a few more glances, her eyes froze, and the short blade pressed against his throat again.

"Who the hell sent you?!"

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