Nearly half of the ugly time, the moon is falling, and the mountains and forests cast a large shadow.

Zhao Chen sat quietly on the ground, coldly watching the Da Nei pro-army divide their men and escort Kunwu, who did not know life and death, to leave first, and then watched Zhao Hanqing pass the message again and again, summoning the troops who were blockading the search mountain...

At this time, there are still nearly 50 miles away from Beijing, and how to protect the prince's safe return to Beijing is the current problem-

"Your Highness, let's go!" The Marquis said to the prince.

Although he and the elite soldiers brought by King Yu had losses, they were still within the range of acceptance, so they naturally did not want to wait for Zhao Hanqing's people to arrive.

Prince Muran nodded, got up and prepared to follow.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" Zhao Hanqing heard the voice, "There are not a few assassins, and it is inevitable to encounter them on the return journey, so let's wait for everyone to go before we go!" ”

"Lord Zhao, let's get together, the assassins will naturally follow suit, according to Ben Hou, let them stay and contain the assassins, let's travel lightly and safely..."

During the dispute, the prince sat back silently, continued to close his eyes and recuperate, and did not say a word to their respective ghosts.

Zhao Chen, who was on his back, sneered secretly, and suddenly spoke, "How is Seventeen?" Is there a big deal? ”

Her voice was so loud that it immediately interrupted the argument behind her, and made everyone in front of her look at her.

Yingchun understood and replied loudly: "Miss Seventeen is seriously injured and needs to be treated as soon as possible!" ”

"What should I do... When are we leaving? She asked, seemingly unconscious.

Zhao Hanqing couldn't help frowning: "Shi'an, you are—"

"Huh?" Zhao Chen's eyes were puzzled, and he said with a smile, "Cousin, Shi'an is deaf, you speak louder!" ”

Everyone thought she was intentionally helping, but they couldn't help but be stunned when they heard her words, but Zhao Hanqing came back to his senses, his brows furrowed even tighter, but he didn't speak again.

King Yu strode closer and scolded urgently: "Why didn't you say it earlier when you were injured!" As he spoke, he bent down to examine her carefully.

Seeing the white bone spirit that had disappeared for a long time coming from a distance, Zhao Chen subconsciously dodged King Yu's hand, "It's okay, seventeen matters, she is the hero who saved His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Glancing at everyone's suddenly different looks, Zhao Chen was about to continue-

The prince retracted his eyes, got up and said lightly: "Let's go!" ”

Meng Yong approached with the horse as if no one was around, ignoring the worried King of Yu, Wu Zi helped Zhao Chen onto the horse, and turned over slowly.

In a moment, a group of less than a thousand people set off in dawn, and the Ouchi pro-army took the lead, and the palace of the Marquis of Xiaoyao -

Meng Yong slowly embellished himself at the back of the team, wrapped around Zhao Chen and gently held the reins of the horse, and quietly leaned on her shoulder as if asleep.

Zhao Chen was uncomfortable, and scolded him, "You, if you're better, let's go ahead..."

There was a pause in the breath in his ear, and then he spread out her hand, and wrote on her palm with his slender fingers: 'Don't worry, you have to rest again, you can sleep when you are sleepy.' ’

The palm is itchy and cold, and the even shallow breath hits the pinna...

Zhao Chen felt that the whole person was not good.

What the hell went wrong, how did the good white bone spirit become like this-

"You... Is it too badly injured? She asked tentatively.

However, Meng Yong's taste changed when he heard it, he couldn't hide his joy with laughter, and wrote stroke by stroke: 'Don't worry about me. ’

Zhao Chen felt that this momentum was really not good.

She coughed lightly a few times, and then said, "Seventeen has made a great contribution this time, I really didn't expect that she was the one who saved the prince." "This daughter-in-law is really angry with me." ”

After a long time of no response, Zhao Chenqiang continued to calm himself: "I still have to let Fu Zheng show her when I turn around, don't leave any secret wounds, and expect her to serve me in the future..."

Meng Yong's gaze moved away from her ear, and he turned his head slightly to look at Lin Qiqi, who was being carried on horseback a few feet away.

"Later?" He whispered to himself, suddenly smiled, and there was no more sound.

Zhao Chen felt that maybe this reminder was not obvious enough, and was about to continue, when there was a sudden cheer in front of him.

"Enemy Attack ——!" As soon as the sentry made a sound, it was shot by a hidden weapon and fell to the ground.

Zhao Chen hurriedly restrained his thoughts, secretly vigilant about his surroundings, the other party really wouldn't let the prince return to Beijing so easily-

Sensing that her body was tense for a moment, Meng Yonglema stopped and wrote unhurriedly: "Look at it with peace of mind." ’

The dawn is approaching, and the sky is stained with blood.

In front of him was a fight, and behind him was his slightly cool embrace.

The gray-clothed people who seemed to be fighting for the last time did not hesitate to die, and went forward to kill the prince one after another, like moths to a fire.

The pro-army that led the way suffered heavy casualties, and their numbers began to decline visibly to the naked eye.

Zhao Hanqing's eyes were full of indifference, and the Marquis of Xiaoyao did not look sideways, only the king of Yu Jian frowned slightly, and after whispering a few words with the prince, he issued an order in the name of the prince and ordered Zhao Hanqing's troops to move forward.

Meng Yong raised his eyes to look at it, shook his head and laughed, and his chest that was close to her back shook.

"Laughing at what? You are like a second brother and you! A bad stomach! Zhao Chen couldn't help but glance back at him.

'The heart is too soft, and it is difficult to achieve great things. Meng Yong smiled and wrote casually.

Without waiting for Zhao Chen to refute, Shen San, who was leading someone to escort them, came to the front, "Lord, it's moving over there!" ”

Zhao Chen pretended not to hear, but his ears were erect.

"Send a message, and then inform our people to withdraw, don't leave a trace..."Meng Yong commanded softly.

When Shen San walked away, Zhao Chen was puzzled and asked, "What did you say?" Is there something else? ”

Meng Yong glanced at her ears, his eyes darkened, hugged her again, and wrote: "You'll know later." ’

So after that, Zhao Chen witnessed a big drama with his own eyes-

At dawn, nearly 2,000 soldiers of the Fifth Army Battalion suddenly came on horseback, led by Jiang Zhong, the general of Xiangcheng.

"Kill!" Jiang Zhong drank and ordered.

The soldiers of the Fifth Army Battalion were ordered to rush forward, and soon killed the few remaining gray-clothed men and retreated in defeat one after another.

Zhao Hanqing's eyebrows froze, and he subconsciously looked at Meng Yong from afar, retracted it in another moment, and hurriedly ordered his subordinates to retreat.

But Zhao Chen didn't miss his glance, and at the same time there was a sudden guess in his heart-

"Listen to orders! Kill the rebels! Protect the Prince! Jiang Zhong drank coldly, and he drew his knife to kill Xiaoyaohou.

The "reinforcements" suddenly rebelled, which caught many people by surprise, but Xiaoyaohou did not pause and went straight to catch up.

This is the real last fight of the other party, killing all the people present, and detaining the charges on King Yu and Xiaoyaohou...

"Tell the second brother to let him not do it!" Zhao Chen hurriedly commanded Yingchun.

Meng Yong couldn't help but tighten his arms, and wrote dissatisfiedly: "You don't want him to suffer at all." ’

Zhao Chen was surprisingly silent, his eyes swept around him from time to time, as if he was waiting for someone to appear.

Until Prince Zhuang's flag floated into her sight.

Zhao Chen couldn't help lowering his eyes and pursing his lips, his eyes couldn't suppress the complicated color, and said in a low voice: "You divide the credit like this, in case the Marquis of Xiaoyao is dissatisfied with you-"

Prince Zhuang shouldn't have been here... Emperor Chu finally surrendered his military power, how could he give him another chance.

And the one who can temporarily and have the ability to attract him will only be Meng Yong-

'If you are interested in cooperating with him, you must let him taste the benefits of cooperation and understand your weight...' he patiently wrote in her palm, 'Jiang Zhong has seized his military power, and this is his best chance to turn the tables...'

Zhao Chen watched quietly and did not interrupt him.

She naturally understands that if Jiang Zhong dies here, Prince Zhuang, who has made meritorious contributions to quelling the chaos, will definitely be able to regain the part of the military power that was divided by Jiang Zhong.

Finally, Meng Yong wrote the last sentence, 'He was called by you.' ’

The blood flowers bloomed at dawn, and the rebellious Jiang Zhongsuo's troops were besieged and killed by Prince Zhuang's troops, and no one survived-

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