Fear grows out of the pain.

The third prince could feel that Zhao Chen was not scaring him.

"You—You can't!" He couldn't speak, "I am... It's the prince, if you dare to kill me, my father won't spare you..."

Zhao Chen didn't seem to hear it, and the blade of the sword still lightly cut the flesh on his neck.

"Prince Wu!" At this moment, a sound of stopping was heard in the distance.

A group of more than ten people, wearing black official uniforms and masks, was rapidly approaching this side.

"Detective Factory, Detective Factory!" The third prince's eyes lit up, and he struggled, "Take him down quickly, he wants to kill this king!" ”

Zhuang Wei frowned, and said solemnly: "Prince Wu, you let go of His Royal Highness King Ji first, His Majesty sent you to investigate the case, if you wantonly hurt people, the lower officials-"

"What are you talking about, take him down quickly!" The third prince shouted, broke free with all his might, and moved to the side in embarrassment.

Zhao Chen glanced at Zhuang Wei lightly, ignored it, limped over, and stepped on the third prince again.

"Wait, wait! The people in the detective factory will report to their father... There are also the king's subordinates, as long as they break out, you won't be arrogant for long..."The third prince shouted without hesitation.

Zhuang Wei was about to stop him, but Zhao Chen suddenly put his sword back into the sheath, bent down and rubbed his bloodstained hand on the third prince's body, and dragged him back to the wheeled car.

Seeing Zhao Chen stop, Zhuang Wei silently led people to step back.

The order given to them by the Emperor of Chu was that when the two of them endangered each other's lives, they would allow the detective factory to intervene -

"Your people broke out?" Zhao Chen lowered his eyes and asked with a smile, very friendly, "Do you think Wang Qi has hope?" ”

At this time, the battle in the field is not over.

Xuanqing dealt with the injured Wang Qiyu alone, but he still fell behind and was repelled by the sword in the abduction.

And the rest of the masters of the rivers and lakes, the soldiers were also difficult to help, so they had to form a blockade to fight for Chu Yuan and others.

The people from the investigation factory were there, and the third prince had more confidence, although he was still stepped on, he smiled: "Do you think that if you recruit some people, you can compare to this king's subordinates?" Dream! ”

"As long as one person breaks in and gets the word to my grandfather, you're—"

"It seems that this is your last hope, good..."Zhao Chen interrupted him softly and slowly raised his hand.

Three heavy wooden carts were pushed in with a rumbling sound, all covered with coarse cloth, but it was difficult to hide the hideous shape within.

As Zhao Chen's hand fell, the coarse cloth was removed by the soldiers at the same time, and the torch was about to be lit; Xuanqing and the others in the field shook the opponent away and quickly retreated...

Zhao Chen leaned over to approach the sluggish third prince, and when the fuse burned out, he chuckled and let out: "Bang——! ”

As soon as the words began, there was a deafening roar, and countless rockets quenched and burned with fierce fire oil shot rapidly towards Wang Qiyu and the others.

After the crackling sound, half of the county yamen court collapsed, and the fire spread instantly.

Hundreds of tigers rushed together, and the most lethal of the Great Chu firearms.

Originally, with Xiang Huaiyu's official position, he had no right to be assigned to the Hundred Tigers Qi Arrow, but the Xiang family and Zhao Chen discussed marriage a few years ago, and the old Wei Guogong took the opportunity to ask for three for him...

And the only thing Zhao Chen asked Xuanqing to do was to hurt Wang Qiyu's leg as much as possible, so that he couldn't escape the last blow-

A person suddenly rushed out of the sea of fire, and it was vaguely clear that it was Wang Qiyu, with a few arrows stuck in his body, burning all over, but before he could run a few steps, he suddenly fell to the ground.

"You're crazy, you're crazy, kill them all..."Seeing that the last hope had fallen, the third prince muttered with a pale face.

Zhuang Wei also froze, his face under the mask in disbelief.

Now he understands why Emperor Chu sent someone like Zhao Chen to Jiangnan, and why he repeatedly told him to watch it.

Bold, just bold -

"That adult..."Zhao Chen suddenly looked at him and smiled, "There is no need for two voices here, what do you think?" ”

Zhuang Wei didn't react for a while, and he didn't know how to answer.

Zhao Chen kicked the third prince at his feet, "His Royal Highness King Ji is worried about the epidemic and wants to go to the quarantine area to live with the patient, the adults should not have an opinion, right?" ”

Only then did Zhuang Wei understand, glanced at the hundred tigers rushing to the arrows, and said helplessly: "Xiaguan believes that Prince Wu has his own measure." ”

After speaking, regardless of the roar of the three princes, he led people away.

"You pay for the money to repair the county government." Zhao Chen suppressed the anger in his heart slightly, kicked away the third prince, and finally glanced at the sea of fire.

………

The orange flame reflected the thin figure.

His hair was curled haphazardly, his underwear was soaked with sweat, and he was sitting on the ground boiling medicine in front of the charcoal stove.

Meng Yong watched quietly for a long time before he woke up and wanted to sit up, but as soon as he moved, he felt weak all over.

The slight movement made Zhao Chen pause for a moment, and he hurriedly looked at the bed.

At this time, seven days have passed, Meng Yong has entered the onset stage, and he has never woken up without needing injections, and has a high fever from time to time.

And Zhao Chen can only start again and again every day, boiling medicine, pouring medicine... and so on, to help them find a way to heal—

"You... Come! Meng Yong tried his best to make a sound, his eyes full of anger.

"Alright, no one shouted at you." Zhao Chen's voice was hoarder than his, and he got up and leaned over, "If you want to call someone to send me away, there's no need, I have had smallpox and won't be infected." ”

Meng Yong, who was struggling to distance himself from her, paused, his expression was obviously relaxed, and then he seemed to fall into a coma again.

Zhao Chen didn't call him, silently covered him with a quilt, and was about to continue to boil the medicine, but his hand was suddenly caught.

Staring at her dirty little face for a long time, Meng Yong tried to reach out his hand, "Look at your hot..."

Zhao Chen paused, took the initiative to lean in, and put his face between his cold palms.

"It's not you yet, you've been screaming cold, the house is full of charcoal stoves, it's still cold, like a block of ice, it's not hot... Fu Zheng didn't say anything...", her voice became more and more muffled.

Meng Yong bit the tip of his tongue again, laughed and coaxed her, "Why don't you try again?" Maybe this time it's hot—"

The quilt was lifted suddenly, Zhao Chen didn't say a word, and hugged his thin waist with enough internal strength to get close.

Like a piece of burning charcoal falling into his arms, Meng Yong felt that the cold emanating from his body was suddenly suppressed, and he instinctively wanted to get closer, but suddenly noticed that she was trembling slightly.

Meng Yong was stunned, but he couldn't raise his hand to hug her, and said helplessly: "Don't be afraid, it'll be fine, everything will be fine..."

Zhao Chen quieted down a little in his heart, and said softly: "Wang Qiyu and they are all dead, and the third child is also locked up here by me... If you don't get better, I'll kill him and kill the prime minister..."

Meng Yong fell asleep again, and he didn't know how many words he heard.

Zhao Chen muttered to himself, and it took a long time to let go of him and get up, silently poured out two bowls of medicine on the charcoal stove, and after cooling, one bowl was poured for Meng Yong, and the other bowl was drunk by himself.

Probably because the medicine was too bitter, Zhao Chen choked and coughed, coughed and coughed, and slowly sat down in the charcoal stove all over the ground.

It took her best for several days to restrain the uncontrolled desire to escape.

This made her look down on herself, but the last words of Dayan kept echoing like a spell.

To live, do whatever it takes, to survive is there hope...

She thought that she couldn't do what Meng Yong did, giving up her life for another person, at least not until she fulfilled her responsibilities.

However, even though she was so afraid of death that she trembled, she still couldn't make the decision to leave-

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