Dragons fight on the long streets; On the wall, Zhao Chen let out a long sigh of relief.

Since she chased Cai Wen with Meng Yong last night, she had noticed that Meng Yong not only had no intention of catching someone, but had intentionally or unintentionally blocked her, as if she was afraid that something would happen to her.

It wasn't until she saw the so-called people in front of Shangshu's Mansion who came to "kill the mouth" that she understood what Meng Yong's idea was.

A good play directed and acted by himself.

Chasing the thief in the open, he secretly sent the group of men in black to rescue Cai Wen, and escorted him to kidnap Jia Fu's son...

And she attracted Kun Wu tonight, in order to intercept Meng Yong's Hu, to preemptively recruit the peerless divine arrow, and-

The palace guards in the distance have already searched this place.

She stood up quietly, climbed the eaves like a nimble cat, and disappeared silently into the night.

………

When I returned to Fuzhong, it was already more than half of the hour.

She changed into her bedclothes and sat on the floor, staring straight into the corner of the room.

One moment, two moments, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the bloody air mixed with the cold wind of the night suddenly swept into the house.

"You're back?" Her tone was unusual, as if she was just saying hello to her friends who had returned late.

Meng Yong's face was pale, he closed the door with his hand and walked towards her step by step.

Every step he took, the white robe would be stained with a touch of blood red, one by one, like a red lotus blooming in the snow.

Zhao Chen glanced at the corner of the room again, and then slowly got up and found the medicine box.

Meng Yong, on the other hand, took off her clothes without saying a word and sat on her bed, blood snaking down and wetting the bed.

"It's not someone else's opponent, and it's not a good run." Zhao Chen said as he wiped his wounds.

On the flawless white skin like mutton fat jade, two scars were hideous, narrow, and deep to the bone, one on the left side of the waist and the other on the back, both of which were bleeding non-stop.

The evening breeze whimpered, the lights and candles flickered, and when the light swept to the corner of the house, a ray of black light faintly appeared.

Meng Yong still didn't answer, only silently looked at the place where the black light came from.

The one-man tall cold iron spear body was standing there quietly, gloomy and gloomy, making people feel chills all over their bodies just by looking at it.

In a great battle, the master died, and the cold iron spear that had drunk the blood of 10,000 people was also mutilated.

"He's also not lightly injured, at least for a while and won't come out of the way." Meng Yong retracted his gaze and said in a flat tone, "I wonder if His Highness is still satisfied?" ”

Zhao Chen didn't raise his eyelids, and said softly: "This is not my calculation, who told you not to run." ”

"You know you're there, I'm not going to run." Meng Yong seemed to be laughing, and turned his head to look at her, "It's really a good calculation, the two tigers hurt each other, and the young rabbit benefited, I still underestimated you." ”

Zhao Chen added force to his hand, causing him to frown in pain.

"If a rabbit wants to survive in a pile of lions, it can't say that it needs to grow a few more hearts." She didn't apologize at all, "Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have been eaten by you and there would be no bones left." ”

She smiled lightly, and put the powder on him, "Like the sixth child, let you sell it cleanly, not to mention, you can't even save a life." ”

What was the momentary negligence that made Concubine Hui pass the letter?

It's almost the same as intentionally fueling the flames!

"You are too humble, your appetite can't eat you, you have a good mind, and there is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger by your side, from the Shuntian Mansion that night, to tracking Cai Wen last night, the woman under your command is really not a good match."

Zhao Chen was stunned, and pursed his lips strangely.

He continued expressionlessly: "You should have long suspected that it was Jia Fu who instructed Lao Feng and them, he was the maternal uncle of the Fourth Prince, and he was also a member of the Yanque Lake Palace back then..."

At the beginning, Lao Feng once said that no one except Da Wei could arrange all this in advance.

However, thinking about it in other words, who can know better than the household department about the time and route of grain and grass allocation-

Zhao Chen looked at his left leg that had been "lame" for eleven years, and couldn't help but smile.

"Meng Yong, I just want to live." She said very softly, "I'm afraid of death, I don't want to die, no matter what your origin, what your plans and goals are, it has nothing to do with me, but if you threaten my little life-"

The brief pause made Meng Yong look at her.

The clothes are like a red glow, the hair is like a dark night, and a pair of bright eyes are full of stars and disillusionment...

"Rabbits bite when they're in a hurry." She said with a smile, hugging his waist and slowly tying the cloth towel, "You have your concealment, and I also have my hole cards, so that the day when there is no way to avoid it, I will not be soft." ”

A long silence –

Meng Yong stretched out his hand, pulled out the black jade wolf tooth from the wooden box at the head of the bed, and carefully rearranged the broken string.

Exquisite, neat, and out of place with the rest.

He stroked it with his fingertips, and put it back on her neck for her, "I heard that this thing can keep you safe, I'm really afraid of death, I'd better wear it well, maybe it can really protect you..."

At this time, the wound had been bandaged, but he had no intention of dressing and leaving, but after finishing speaking, he lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and looked like he was about to fall asleep.

Zhao Chen came back to his senses for a long time, and couldn't help but push him, "Hey, I'm sleepy, you-"

"If you're sleepy, go to sleep." There was sleepiness in his voice.

"You slept in my bed, where did I sleep?"

"This bed is soiled by me, it's not easy to ask someone to change it so late, you can go to my place to sleep, or sleep inside." He moved his back outward, and with a move, the snow-white cloth was red with the spilled blood.

There's more to this house than just a secret passage... How could she rest assured that this man would sleep here by himself.

After a few breaths, she reluctantly climbed onto the bed and lay straight on the inside.

In the deathly silence around them, the breathing of both of them was inaudible.

For a moment, two moments, the breathing of the person next to her became lighter and lighter, and she couldn't help but look sideways.

Meng Yong, who was injured, had a face as white as a dead man, and his usual good-looking eyebrows and eyes were indescribably weird at this time.

She shuddered, pulled the quilt and wrapped it, but her thoughts couldn't help but drift farther and farther.

Last time I slept in the same bed with someone else-

"They're all big men! What are you ashamed of? The cold wind was howling outside, and he shrank in the quilt, only revealing one head, and two tiger teeth flickered with laughter, "Come, hurry into the quilt, don't freeze." ”

She was wearing ill-fitting clothes, pinching the corners of her clothes tightly, trembling and not moving for a long time.

"Oh, why do you look like a big girl, and you have a temperament like a big girl!" He sprang out of the bed naked, quickly rolled her back to the bed, and wrapped himself and her tightly with the quilt.

"Y-you let go of me—" she struggled to grab his hand.

He laughed: "I'm hot, if you get closer, you won't be cold!" It's been a strange year for the weather, it's been snowing in February, and I don't know how the boss is doing..."

She stopped struggling, letting the heat envelop him, and muttered, "I hope he wins—"

"Why don't you sleep yet?" Meng Yong suddenly opened her eyes and asked, which also pulled her back from her trance.

"Not used to it." Zhao Chen replied lightly, turned his back, leaving him with a curled back.

Meng Yong pulled a quilt from her, covered his naked upper body, and asked softly: "When you opened your mouth and shut up and said that you wanted to marry me, you didn't think that you would sleep together after marrying?" ”

"I've thought about it." Zhao Chen paused, "So I'm going to marry someone else—"