The Zhilan Garden of King Wu's Mansion is independent in the northwest corner, and it has been a guest residence since Zhao Baice opened the mansion of the king.

And now the one who lives here temporarily is Meng Yong.

Zhao Chen quietly approached the wall, and as soon as he shrank in the dark and hid, there was a hoarse chanting sound in his ears.

“… The snow is drifting, and it hits people's faces... The past is haunting... Sigh the hero's life and death..."

The candle flame reflected Meng Yong's silhouette on the window paper, which was hazy and just right, like a shadow puppet show that is often seen in the market.

Zhao Chen couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, this figure looked really-

“… Ask the sky, when will Wanli Guanshan return... Swing the three-foot sword and punish the traitor's temple..."

In the cold night, the wind and snow became more and more urgent, and the whimpering sound sounded under the eaves, as if someone was crying.

“… Bury the world, it is difficult to bury the hero's grievances..."

The play is a good play for the occasion and deeply touching; The horn is the top famous horn, and it is difficult to invite thousands of dollars.

It's just—

Zhao Chen looked at the courtyard with a strange expression, there were more than a dozen black-clothed men standing with swords drawn, if the one in the house saw this, he didn't know if he could sing or not?

She thought wildly in her heart, but she didn't move at all, but instead stood up and watched.

The black-clothed people in the courtyard glanced at each other, and after a period of unclear gestures, they spread out to surround the main house, slowly approaching step by step, dragging Zhao Chen eager to go up and push them.

Finally, a man in black stepped up the steps to break down the door.

But at this moment, a chaotic and crisp bell rang.

Looking along Zhao Chen's line of sight, he saw that there were extremely fine silk threads within three steps in front of the door, and small matte copper bells were tied at both ends, and the man in black in front was hitting the silk thread.

"Who's out there?" The sound of the song stopped suddenly, and Meng Yong's voice came from inside the house.

Zhao Chen couldn't help but grin and continued to watch with interest.

The man in black in front paused for a moment, drew his knife without saying a word, and cut off the silk thread with a sudden sword, and then slammed the door and rushed in.

Zhao Chen jumped off the wall and quickly approached, hiding her face against the side window so that she could shoot at any time, although she intended to use these people to test Meng Yong, but she didn't want to really play the other party to death.

"Someone, there's an assassin!" The sound of tables and chairs toppling over was mixed with Meng Yong's loud cry for help, and it spread far away in an instant, and the nearby guards rushed here one after another when they heard the sound.

Looking at Meng Yong who was dodging in embarrassment, Zhao Chen's mind turned a few times, and he was about to secretly help block a few times, but another person broke in outside the courtyard.

The moonlight poured down, reflecting the fine snow flying in the sky.

The woman in blue clothes tied her hair, her posture was as light as a swallow, and she rushed into the house at one point, and the long whip flew like a dragon and snake, rolling up a person's neck and throwing it fiercely, and the sound of broken bones could be heard clearly.

Zhao Chen subconsciously shrunk his neck, secretly slandering.

Seeing the guards pouring into the courtyard, she retreated into the dark, looked left and right, flipped out of the side courtyard wall with her hands and feet, and walked two quick steps back to the courtyard gate.

"What's going on?" She asked, half-squinting.

Han Feng, the commander of the guards, said: "Your Highness, be careful, there are assassins in the mansion." ”

"Go and escort Mr. Meng out first." As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Meng Yong walking out of the house.

Dressed in plain white single clothes, the bright green silk is scattered, and the woman in blue who follows next to her is holding a steel whip, and she is killing again and again.

Meng Yong seemed to be a woman in blue who was extremely relieved, letting the sharp blades around him fly, and the strong wind blowing the green silk, he still did not stop for half a minute, and slowly walked through the center of the fight and walked in front of Zhao Chen.

Before he could speak, he clenched his fists and coughed for a long time, and he continued to hurry like a tuberculosis ghost, and even his pale face was a little sickly red.

Zhao Chen couldn't help but take a few more looks.

Meng Yong, who was only wearing underwear, was thin and thin but extremely well-proportioned, with a violent cough, the placket was slightly separated, and the bare skin on his neck was slightly glowing-

is a sick beauty with weak willows and wind, and it is really pitiful to look at.

Thoughts turn instantly, the next moment.

She untied her velvet fur and wrapped it in the other party, and said in an ambiguous tone: "Sir, be careful not to catch a cold." ”

The unfamiliar body temperature came, which made Meng Yong obviously stiffen, and subconsciously dodged, undisguised disgust flashed in his eyes, and at the same time raised his hand to stop the woman beside him.

"Thank you Prince Wu for your concern." He pursed his thin lips vigorously and forced himself to squeeze the velvet on his body.

Zhao Chen withdrew his hand without changing his face, looked at the group of people in black, and asked, "These are Mr.'s enemies?" ”

"You think about it too much, I'm just a civilian who sings a role, how can there be any enemies?" His voice was cold and inexplicable, his eyes turned a few times, and finally fell on Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen let out an "oh" and said with a shuddering smile: "Then these people may be lost, fortunately, this girl came in time, otherwise Mr. would have been innocently tired." ”

"This is the escort Su Yan below." Meng Yong thought for a while and said: "I was suddenly picked up by you in the house, so I didn't have time to inform her, please forgive me for breaking into the house late at night." ”

Zhao Chenhun waved his hand absently: "It's this king's inconsiderate thinking, don't blame Miss Su." He looked left and right, "I saw blood here, I'm afraid I won't be able to live tonight, so I wronged the two of you to go to the east wing of the main courtyard to deal with it for one night!" ”

It wasn't until the guards led them away that Zhao Chen chuckled and retracted his gaze to look at the courtyard.

In the bright sword light, the pungent smell of blood came with the wind, and there were only a few black-clothed people left who could resist.

She looked at it for a while, then shouted at the top of her voice: "Be careful, don't hurt yourself, forget it if you can't keep it alive!" With that, he limped into the house.

Han Feng carefully guarded her side, and he didn't dare to relax at all when his hand dropped the hilt of the sword.

After entering the room and looking around, she casually picked up Meng Yong's long fur and put it on, half leaned on the soft couch, thought for a while, and suddenly asked, "Are you cold?" ”

Han Feng replied very honestly: "A little." ”

Zhao Chen couldn't help laughing, that's right!

In the winter, the north wind is still blowing and it is snowing, how can it not be cold?

She smiled and smiled, and her eyes sank.

Han Feng, who practiced martial arts day and night, and was still neatly dressed, felt cold, not to mention Meng Yong, who was only wearing underwear and didn't know which door he could get!

But at that moment of contact, the other party's body was warm and did not tremble at all, and after she took off the velvet fur to the other party, she secretly carried enough internal force to maintain the temperature of her body-

The ill beauty in fantasy was completely shattered into slag.

Zhao Chen sighed wistfully.

How can such a good-looking person be a suspicious person!

She suddenly remembered the white bone spirit that the storyteller had talked about.

The beautiful skin, the vicious inside, the best at confusing people's minds...

A guard walked in and said, "Your Highness, these people have poison in their mouths, and their subordinates originally restrained the two of them..."

The guards were well up to her orders, and there were no casualties on their side.

Zhao Chen came back to his senses and ordered: "Clean up this, and send the body to Shuntian Mansion and hand it over to Lord Jiang." ”