Snow-capped, the four fields are green.

The people who come are like ink, dyed in the plain white sky.

The only remaining light of the night illuminated his delicate eyebrows, cold and lonely, as if frozen by the frost along the way.

It wasn't until he saw Zhao Chen, who was sitting by the fire with his knees crossed, that the coldness in his eyes gradually melted.

"What about them?" He asked Xiang Yingchun.

"I escaped, I broke Gu Zhan's arm, and I didn't continue to chase after saving His Highness..."

"Gu Zhan rescued Feng Zhiyu?" Meng Yong seemed a little puzzled.

"Yes, the two of them joined forces with me to be the enemy, but fortunately, Gu Zhan was cut off by me in order to save Feng Zhiyu."

Meng Yong glanced at the broken arm on the ground, then approached the fire and bent down and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

"Something, my neck hurts-" Zhao Chen didn't raise his head.

"Why did you send Yingchun away?" He picked up Zhao Chen, stared at the scar on her neck, and scolded slightly: "When did you spare your life so much!" ”

Although Yingchun on the side knew the cause and effect, he couldn't help but bow his head guiltily.

Zhao Chen chuckled, but there was no smile in his eyes, and he asked gently: "Mr. Meng, is this going to be the king's home?" ”

Meng Yong's hand stretched out to her neckline froze, and her face suddenly looked bad, as if she was suddenly alienated by her, and this lukewarm sentence hurt her heart.

After a while, he coughed a few times, brushed off the snow on his body with a pale face, and carried her on his back without saying a word, without greeting the rest of the people, and walked down the mountain first.

Su Yan hurriedly ran two steps, and it could be seen that he was unhappy written on his face, so he could only swallow the words, one foot deep and one shallow.

The cold wind blew the corners of his clothes to the sound of hunting, and added to the long silence between the two.

"Do you know how worried you are down this road?" He suddenly lowered his eyes and asked, "What if Gu Zhan is not good for you?" What if Yingchun can't save you in time..."

His voice couldn't help but be raised, but the person on his back not only did not respond, but also moved a few times restlessly, talking vaguely in his sleep, as if he had already fallen asleep.

The co-author said that it was all in vain for half a day.

The annoyance that had been placed on his face quickly dissipated, and he smiled and sighed as he freed up a hand to straighten the little head that hung on his shoulder.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of her sleeping Zhengxiang, and he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

This little thing is generous enough-

In the bright fire, nearly 1,000 soldiers and horses surrounded the mountain pass, led by Zhao Hanqing, who was dressed in official uniform.

Seeing them walking out of the mountain, he hurriedly turned over and dismounted, took the people from Meng Yong's back, and looked them up and down carefully.

After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If you don't come out again, I will order someone to search the mountain!" ”

"Thank you, cousin." The sleepy-eyed Zhao Chen arched his hand.

Meng Yong quietly inserted between the two of them, and said lightly: "Prince Wu is still injured, let's go back to Beijing as soon as possible!" ”

By the time they tossed back to the capital, the heavy night had almost dissipated, and only a faint layer was left floating in the air.

Escorting Zhao Chen and them into the Wuwang Mansion, Zhao Hanqing hurriedly said a few more words.

After all, there was such a big commotion, and he had to give an explanation to Emperor Chu and his father.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."Shuangxi had red eyes, tugging at her sleeve and calling non-stop, "You scared me to death, I thought you wouldn't be able to come back-"

Zhao Chen laughed angrily at him, slapped him on the head and reprimanded: "My life is hard!" Don't curse me here! Hurry up and ask someone to boil water and send it to the main courtyard! ”

didn't wait for her to talk to the people in the mansion again, Meng Yong pulled her back to the main courtyard and went straight into the east chamber.

"Sir, are you going to wash with this king?" Zhao Chen, who was pressed on the couch, asked with a wink.

"If you really need it, you can accompany you." Meng Yong looked back and smiled, and the ambiguity in his words was even more ambiguous than hers.

Seeing that Zhao Chen didn't answer, he took down a sandalwood box from the bookshelf, walked to the couch and pulled her shirt by himself.

"What are you doing? This king is still innocent! Zhao Chen shrank back, grabbed his collar tightly, and took his hand into his palm.

Meng Yong's eyelids jumped, and he said softly: "If you don't want to leave a scar, let go of your hand and say a few words." ”

Waiting for Zhao Chen to let go of him suspiciously, he opened the sandalwood box.

The sandalwood box contained two small porcelain bottles, and he mixed the two bottles of medicinal powder into a small dish, poured some water, and did not clean his hands until they were a paste.

At this time, Zhao Chen had already opened his collar and lay down by himself, looking like he was "fiddling with others".

"I know you're angry." Meng Yong gently cleaned her injuries with a cotton towel, "But I'm really worried about you, don't you hurt your heart if you refuse people like this now?" ”

"It hurts, it hurts... You lighten it! Zhao Chen suddenly shouted again and again.

Meng Yong was interrupted by her, and most of the emotions that had finally been brewed were dissipated, so he had to stop talking for a while and put a little more effort into wiping it carefully for her.

On her fair and smooth neck, a narrow scar had grown a hard blood scab, although it was not too deep, but it still squeezed the tender flesh on both sides of the wound and turned it outward slightly.

Meng Yong gently moistened her wound and thought to herself: The little thing really hasn't grown up, and it doesn't even have a throat-

"What kind of medicine is this? Why is it still cold? Zhao Chen asked.

"The muscle-building scar removal is used all the time before the next one."

She let out an "oh" and stopped moving, as if she was asleep.

"I didn't expect it to be like this." He paused, "With Yingchun's skills, it is enough to protect you before the officers and soldiers break down and find you, but I didn't think that you would put yourself in danger in order to catch Wu Guanghai——"

"Why can't you learn well?" Zhao Chen suddenly interrupted him, and sighed: "This king warned you before, no one can win often, and you may not win if you have a bet, no matter how smart you are, it is not endless." ”

She still closed her eyes, and her voice was as soft as a whisper: "Since you calculated this king from the beginning, you have also deduced the changes in the future, but this king is not so important in your heart." ”

Meng Yong fell silent.

He really didn't count Zhao Chen, who had always been afraid of death, and this time he didn't even care about himself in order to arrest people.

After a while, he dipped the ointment in the ointment and applied it to her wound, and lowered his eyes and said, "In my heart, there is you..."

Zhao Chen slowly opened his eyes and stared at him and laughed.

The next moment, she grabbed the hand that drugged herself, pulled it hard, pulled the owner of the hand down on the soft couch, and at the same time leaned over and pressed him, pinning him under herself.

"Have this king in your heart?" Her eyes were full of mockery, and she looked down at Meng Yong under her, "Your people didn't save Cui'er, so you took advantage of the situation to forge a handwritten letter to frame the king, and you also made trouble in front of the king's mansion with a worried face... These kings don't care about you. ”

"You know that Wu Guanghai is a member of the Taipingwei, and you are still pretending to be confused with this king, and you sit and watch this king get involved in danger, and you dare to take the opportunity to make up that they are holding this king hostage and leading your cousin to bring troops to surround you... That's how you have this king in your heart? ”

Without waiting for Meng Yong to speak, she brought her face closer, and her voice was too soft: "Ayong, this king told you not to live up to this king's affection, but you just refuse to settle down, how do you let this king treat you?" ”

Meng Yong turned his face away: "They have harmed you, they deserve to die, it is difficult to ensure that they will not cause trouble if they continue to live, and they will attract unnecessary hostility for you. ”

He stopped taking a few breaths, and his radiant eyes suddenly stared at Zhao Chen, and there was a little more urgency: "Besides, Gu Zhan is really-"

Bang——!

The door was violently pushed open.

In the next moment, the people outside the door and the people inside the house were stunned.