Wuwang's Mansion, vestibule.

Zhao Chen stopped quietly, with some hesitation in his eyes.

When the first general heard about the rumors, she did subconsciously suspect Meng Yong, after all, she had only leaked it to Meng Yong.

That's when I felt that my honesty had been betrayed...

But after calming down this time-

If it was really Meng Yong, he would probably do it more ruthlessly, more desperately, and more helplessly.

If you don't move, it's enough, if you move, it's thunderstorms...

Zhao Chen rubbed his little face, rubbed his eyes again, raised his thin eyebrows, and waited until he pretended to be angry and red-eyed before striding towards the east chamber of the main courtyard.

Although he didn't do it, it's time for the family style to pick up.

The door of the east wing was slammed open, and a gust of wind blew the curtain inside.

Zhao Chen ignored it, and went straight into the bedroom, looking gloomily at Meng Yong, who was sitting quietly on the bed.

The green silk is scattered, the eyebrows and eyes are confused, the face is pale and bloodless, and the bed clothes are wide open, as if the wound has just been retreated.

Zhao Chenqiang removed his eyes from his pale skin, limped over, subconsciously avoided the wound, pressed him to the bed suddenly, and climbed up himself.

The next moment, a coat was removed from her body and thrown to the ground by her.

"What are you doing?" Meng Yong spoke at this time, as if he was a little unsure.

Zhao Chen gritted his teeth viciously and smiled: "What are you doing-"

She suddenly leaned over the side of his neck, her soft lips falling from his ear, and paused for a moment before descending like wildfire to her collarbone.

Soft and warm with a resolute ruthlessness.

Meng Yong was completely stunned, stiffened his body, and his eyes scattered.

Zhao Chen ignored him, caressed his waist with one hand, propped up his side with the other, and moved his lips up from his collarbone, passing by his unconscious rolling throat and thin chin, stopping at the edge of the corner of his lips.

"Don't you like to be jealous?" She pulled away slightly, and her hand slid dishonestly, "Why eat if you have no name?" Now we've done it! ”

She ripped open her middle coat and lowered her eyes: "Love can't just talk about it-"

Suddenly leaned over and went straight to his thin crimson lips.

Meng Yong's eyes froze for a moment, and he suddenly turned his head away from her, and at the same time grabbed her dishonest hand.

"You—don't mess around!" His voice was extremely hoarse, revealing that he was at a loss.

He didn't think that Zhao Chen would suddenly make such a move, and his mind was confused for a while.

"Why can't you mess around?" She buried it back in the side of his neck, and said in a relenting voice, "You have made a lifelong promise to me, and you will not give up life and death, and you still need to sleep?" ”

The warm breath piled up on the side of the neck, and a strange feeling spread throughout the body from there.

Meng Yongqiang resisted the urge to push her away, and stabilized his voice: "You and I are both men—"

"What's wrong with the man?" She seemed to smile, her voice was soft and ambiguous, "Ayong, it's not that a man can't..."

Meng Yong's heart was filled with a chill, and she subconsciously wanted to push her away, but she pinched the soft flesh on her waist and let her go.

"It's all about getting married, it's not a matter of time or night to sleep together, it's nothing to be in advance." Her voice grew softer, and the hand that stopped at his waist moved again.

Meng Yong couldn't bear it anymore, his internal force surged, and he wanted to push her away, but he quickly headed under him.

There was a muffled thud, and the bed collapsed—

He escorted her to sit up, and hurriedly let go of his hand, pulling away the distance, his face turned pale.

"Shi'an, if you want me to accompany you, then I can stay with you without a wife for the rest of my life, but I can't really be with you..." ”

Zhao Chen hooked his lips and smiled, lowered his eyes and tidied up his clothes, got up and looked down at him.

"Meng Yong, since you treat me as a brother, then there is a boundary of brothers." She whispered faintly, picking up her coat, "Don't do anything misleading, I'm easy to take seriously." ”

"You're not a broken sleeve, don't force yourself, I have a place to go with my broken sleeve, I don't need you to accompany me for the rest of my life, I don't want to watch and eat for the rest of my life..."

She smiled: "If you don't want me, I won't force it, you and I will be clear, be brothers well, and keep my duty-"

Meng Yong's eyes were silent, silent and silent, but there was no way to say.

He is indeed not a broken sleeve, and he can't live up to his name with Zhao Chen, so he really shouldn't delay Zhao Chen anymore...

But after thinking of this little thing, I followed others, and I felt-

"Don't worry, you know." He said in a dumb voice, thought about it, and said, "This time, I didn't do it below, you think about it too much." ”

Zhao Chen didn't stay any longer, and limped out of the east chamber with his coat.

"Change Mr. Meng's bed—"

………

After Zhao Chen returned to the room, he lay quietly on the bed, secretly calming down.

Meng Yong is not a broken sleeve.

She had been aware of this a long time ago, but she had been cooperating with him to act.

Since he approached her with affection, whether it was for the purpose of exploitation or protection, she had to guard against it.

Especially after learning that he is the real Zhao Chen, and whether it is force, scheming, power... She was inferior to him.

He can kill her at any time and replace her, and he can sell her layout at any time for profit.

Until that time I spied a glimpse of his true feelings...

He won't let her die, he will protect her, he will let her live in peace, and when he finishes his work, he will either compensate her for the eleven years with his life, or something else-

But she is destined not to be reconciled, and the blood feud of the whole clan is urging her day and night to find out the real murderer.

The real murderer who harmed them and also harmed the old martial king.

Zhao Chen closed his eyes.

Not being able to reveal her identity also means that she can't openly cooperate with Meng Yong, who knows more, and can only track it down by herself while carefully taking the opportunity to spy on him.

And keep making him feel that she is harmless.

The reason why he woke up in the play this time and made him face the real situation was because he didn't want him to hurt her companion inexplicably because of his chaotic emotions.

King Yu is her only relative, and she is also a strong pillar, if they fight for military power this time, if there is a change in the future, they will also have a guarantee, so that they will not be slaughtered...

Military power——

Zhao Chen's eyes gave birth to some cold light, thinking about the three princes who were stumbling and the thoughtful Chu Emperor.

"Chun'er—" she called softly.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Yingchun quietly walked in.

"The second brother went to ask for the rumors, and he couldn't run away to confront the third person, so from now on, you will go to secretly protect him! Report me to the situation in time..."

Yingchun frowned: "Then what should you do?" The spy in the house has not been found yet, and there is a Mr. Meng who can't be trusted, and your safety subordinates are not at ease. ”

Zhao Chen smiled: "There is still Han Feng here, the spy - the spy is for monitoring, not for killing, don't worry!" Protecting him is all that matters. ”

"Chun'er, our revenge can't be avenged with empty mouths and white teeth, blood debts always have to be paid with blood-"

Yingchun was silent, and subconsciously followed the half-open back window and looked in the direction of the Martyrs' Garden.

After a moment, he bowed and silently exited the room.

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