Behind the palm of his hand, there was a familiar and unfamiliar coldness on Meng Yong's body.

Zhao Chen staggered, the fishy sweetness in his throat spread, obviously it didn't hurt to that extent, but his nose was sour.

But in an instant, she steadied herself and rushed towards the carriage again—

Meng Yong's eyebrows frowned slightly, he looked at You Min who had been solved in the distance, and began to pay attention to the killer here, and then turned to the carriage that was about to rush out of the mountain road...

He picked it up under his feet, and the gravel wrapped in the strong wind hit Zhao Chen, knocking her newly outstretched arm down.

Zhao Chen's strength subsided, and she fell on the edge of the deep gorge, watching the carriage gradually disappear at a dizzying height, and in a moment, an extremely dull sound came into her ears from the bottom of the deep gorge.

After a long period of froze, the fight between the two parties behind him stopped, and Zhao Chen was still half-kneeling there, motionless.

Meng Yong saw that the killer retreated to look for the body, so he glanced at her lightly and said to his opponent: "Withdraw—"

The killing intent was surging, and the short blade slashed through the night and slashed at his neck, with a grievance that Zhao Chen himself had not noticed.

Meng Yong's eyes were cold, and he shook her away with a backhand, and then swung down with another knife, seeing that she was struggling to hold on, he looked down at her with a cold expression, "If you want to die, I can fulfill you." ”

It's not for the sake of keeping this trusted secret guard for the little thing, he wouldn't have left his hand at all in that situation just now-

Xuan Qingshan stepped forward, picked away his knife with a sword, and his voice was sharp, "Mr. Meng, I can't wait to act on orders, what do you have... Let's go back and talk to Your Highness! ”

Meng Yong paused, the discomfort aroused by the killing intent receded slightly, Yan Ling returned the knife to the sheath, glanced at Xuanqing's subordinates, and led people to melt into the night...

Drops of blood splashed from the face towel and fell to the ground, Zhao Chen stood up with a short blade, and let Xuanqing come forward to support her.

"Little ancestor, you are really an ancestor, what do you have to do with him when everyone is dead? What if he's really—" Xuan Qing whispered as he pressed his eyelids, which were still jumping.

"Didn't you say you're not afraid of him?" Zhao Chen's voice was hoarse but he regained his composure, and as he spoke, he motioned for Yingchun and the others to evacuate.

Xuanqing choked and muttered: "The family teacher once calculated a hexagram for the poor Dao, and the poor Dao will die at the age of thirty-nine, and now I look at it, nine times out of ten, it should be on that stinky boy..."

Listening to his chatter, Zhao Chen became more and more calm, turned over his horse out of Sanshan Gorge, and galloped towards the capital.

In the howling night wind, Zhao Chen intently recalled the scene before Guan Qihao's death.

At that time, the other party clearly took the opportunity to say something to her, but it was too hasty, and her ears were very vague.

"Left, letter, take care or sorry...," she muttered.

The other party knew that she was here to save him, but she still sought death without hesitation, and even told the truth that she should have done it in such a way that it was probably not understood...

What is the reason why he can abandon his life and kill himself with his wife-

At the beginning of the morning, there were still twenty miles away from Beijing, but Zhao Chen's ears suddenly trembled again and again, and at the same time, he stiffened his horse.

"What's wrong? Can't hold up on your injuries? Xuan Qing hurriedly stopped and asked.

Zhao Chen shook his head, motioned for him to follow, and quietly dived towards the barren forest in the distance, where there was a fight.

In the barren forest, the horse chopping knife and the Yanling knife kept colliding, the sound was piercing and sharp, and there seemed to be sparks splashing faintly, and there was a fight for life and death, which made the two people who peeked from afar feel a chill in their hearts.

Meng Yong and Kun Wu –

Zhao Chen carefully hid his body again, but there was some confusion in his eyes.

It's normal for them to fight, after all, Kungo would never be generous enough to let go of the person who almost killed him.

But how did he know that Meng Yong would leave Beijing last night, and he could still block people here...

With all his strength, one touch was divided, Meng Yong staggered for a moment, and chuckled: "General Kun is so angry? It's the same, presumably the generals are disappointed now, right? In the next accusation—"

His good-looking eyebrows curved into a defiant and unbeaten arc.

Kunwu's eyes were churning violently, and he laughed angrily: "You are looking for death!" "The sword moves, as if with the power of opening mountains and flattening the sea.

The two fought again, it was difficult to solve, and the two sides of the two sides were clearly restrained by each other, and they were both ready to move-

Seeing that Meng Yong had lost the upper hand for a while, Zhao Chen's hand slowly grasped the short blade, and looked at Xuan Qing silently: Get him?

Xuanqing shook his head like a rattle, and wrote: 'You better stop, Kunwu was taught by that old eunuch, if we are killed, we will not be burned...'

After writing, I still didn't feel at ease, grabbed her arm, and tried to take her back.

Zhao Chen twisted his eyebrows and broke away, if Xuanqing didn't help, then she wouldn't show up, after all, Kunwu was indeed not easy to kill.

At this time, the two warring people used all their strength again, one move is worth a hundred moves, and it seems that they really want to separate life and death-

The horse chopping knife suddenly broke through the seal and slashed obliquely into Meng Yong's shoulder for three points, causing Zhao Chen's body to tense and almost rush out.

But Kunwu, who succeeded, showed a look of surprise, and subconsciously wanted to retreat.

Meng Yong grabbed the shaft of his knife with his hand, and his smile was bloody, "Kunwu, the brain is a good thing, but it's a pity that you don't..."

The voice was low, like a murmur.

He suddenly shook his strength, staggered out, and in Zhao Chen's unclear reason, the two who were still dead and alive just now had no intention of fighting, and even withdrew inexplicably soon-

………

Returning to the city with doubts, Zhao Chen did not return home, but pulled Xuanqing and quietly sneaked into the Guan family.

The only thing she can think of about the "left" who is connected to Guan Qihao is the secret passage in the six rooms on the left of the guest house...

Avoiding the guards of the Guan family, she was more skilled in picking the lock than Han Feng, put Xuanqing in, locked the door again, she jumped in through the window, and motioned for him to hurry up and find the mechanism.

The Xie family's secret vault can be broken, and this level of mechanism should be difficult for him, but half an hour later...

Zhao Chen looked at Xuan Qing with suspicion in his eyes, and the latter covered his heart and said in a low voice: "This is an exit, so it's not easy to get, try again..."

Seeing that he touched left and left, and didn't even find the brick that could move, Zhao Chen's eyes gradually narrowed.

"Rest!" Zhao Chen pulled him away, felt out the short blade, and stabbed it into the crack of the brick.

The muffled sound was endless, Xuan Qing's eyelids jumped, and he suddenly remembered the first time he fought with Zhao Chen, but she cut off the copper coin sword...

This unsightly short blade—

Zhao Chen didn't care what he was thinking, he violently broke through the exit and dragged him into the secret passage.

This place is not like the underground of the Wuwang Mansion, and the two of them walked along the only stone path for a while, and came to a small underground secret room.

"Is this little thing worth getting a secret room?" Xuanqing was disgusted with his mouth, but his hand kept putting it in his arms.

Zhao Chen ignored him and walked straight to the wooden box in the middle, with two envelopes pressed on it.

One of them reads: Prince Wu personally opened.

Ignoring the darkness, she unfolded and looked at it carefully, and before she could finish it, she suddenly froze, and began to look at it again in disbelief.

After a long time, her expression was incomprehensible, and she suddenly murmured: "That's why he stopped... And Kungo—"

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