The sky was as black as ink, the stars and moon were hidden, and there was no sound except the buzzing of mosquitoes.

Zhao Chen, who buried the corpse and laboriously cleaned up the traces, lay on his back on the ground, so tired that he didn't want to lift his eyelids.

For a moment, she seemed to be asleep, breathing lightly, except for a few fluttering ears from time to time.

The sound of horses' hooves, the flapping of wings of butterflies, the creaking of cloth shoes on gravel...

Hurried and messy, short of breath.

Three paces away from her, he suddenly stopped, and did not move for a long time.

Among the red mud and stones, the handsome young man lay there quietly, and the crimson coat he wore out of the door did not know where to go, his middle coat was broken and stained with blood everywhere, and there was a narrow knife wound on his right arm.

A magnificently colored king butterfly is flying on the young man's body-

He slowly squatted down, his dark eyes turbulent, and as soon as his hand stretched out, it froze at the young man's side.

There were two bloody cuts on that dirty face, the dried blood stains were dark, and the eyebrows and eyes on it were no longer vivid, and Ben Yanhong's lips were blue and white, as if-

He stretched out his hand again and hung it over the boy's nose, and it took a long time for it to descend very slowly.

Zhao Chen wanted to laugh a little, and coldly grabbed his hand to sniff, but the smile stopped halfway.

Bone-chilling cold...

This hand, which was usually as warm as jade, was so cold that people couldn't help but shiver at the moment, and it was even more sweaty as if it had been soaked in cold water.

A trace of emotion that never belonged to this person crept imperceptibly from his palm into her senses.

"You—" She looked at him carelessly, a little confused.

The teal cloth shoes were stained with mud, and the hem of the plain kaftan was all torn, and the embarrassment was no better than hers.

The two sides look at each other -

Meng Yong suddenly smiled, and for a moment it was like a dust, and it was like a bright moon shining through the dark clouds, so that Zhao Chen couldn't help but be stupid.

Smiling and smiling, he slowly tilted his head, his lowered eyes closed and closed, and it was a long time before he looked at her again.

Zhao Chen's hand was clenched by him, but he was still a little at a loss, "What... I knew you were going to come to save me, you must have figured out Wang Die, you would definitely find me..."

Meng Yong didn't say anything, and carefully helped her up from the ground.

"Mei'er went to chase the man, I was just tired and lay on the ground to rest, these were all carriages rolled over, except for rolling a little dazed, I didn't suffer any serious injuries," she said.

Meng Yong silently turned his back and squatted down, motioned for her to come up, and after carrying her, he walked towards the top of the deep ditch step by step.

Zhao Chen lay on his back, quietly listening to his breathing and heartbeat, and felt that the exhaustion all over his body slowly retreated.

"Shi'an, you're really embarrassing—" His voice was surprisingly soft, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

But Zhao Chen was still stunned, he had said this sentence more than once, but this time was the most overwhelming for her to deal with.

After being silent for a long time, she said softly: "I have seen that person and recognized him, Mei'er will kill him, and I will not be silent for the time being after I go back..."

The man knew that he was going to die, and he didn't reveal anything, but his identity was enough to make Zhao Chen think a lot.

Meng Yong smiled, went up to the official road, helped her to the horse, and then said to Shen San, who was guarding the side: "Tell everyone everywhere to withdraw!" Be careful, don't leave anything behind. ”

Shen San responded, and hurriedly led people to ride away.

"Y-What have you done?" Zhao Chen asked tentatively.

Meng Yong turned over and got on his horse, landed behind her, wrapped around her and held the reins, and slowly rushed to the city by the reins.

"If you want to check, keep checking!" His voice was soft, "Don't worry about alarming that person, his men will never go back, and he will understand that there is no good relationship with you." ”

Zhao Chen looked back at him in astonishment, but saw that he had no different color and a faint expression.

"You're not stopping me?" She asked, somewhat disbelieving.

Meng Yong smiled again, lowered his eyes and asked, "Can you be stopped?" "Since you don't want to settle down, then continue to do what you want!" ”

Zhao Chen was a little weird, "Then aren't you worried that I will be in danger again?" ”

Meng Yong looked at her for a while, and said softly: "There will be no next time, never-" With a whip on the ground, the horse's body galloped out in an instant, and the dust raised was far away.

………

The horizon gradually brightened, and the dawn moon and the light of the light appeared together.

In the dim city gate, among the waiting crowds, the king of Yu stood quietly with frowns.

Although he knew that Zhao Chen was good and he was sure that he could follow people, he still couldn't stop worrying in his heart.

Zhao Hanqing glanced at him twice, and said inexplicably: "Shi'an will be fine." ”

King Yu looked at him sideways and asked in a deep voice, "Do you think Meng Yong is reliable?" ”

Zhao Hanqing didn't speak, and there were lingering thoughts between Mingyan's eyebrows and eyes, until the sound of horses' hooves came from afar.

The gates of the city were opened from the inside, revealing the view of the outside of the city.

On a brown horse, a man's robe flutters, holding a stiff horse; One of them was quiet and half-shrunk asleep.

"Shi'an!" King Yu took two steps forward and raised his voice.

Zhao Chen hurriedly opened his eyes and was about to say something, but Meng Yong behind him stopped and dropped another whip.

The steed passed the crowd waiting at the gate and continued its gallop into the distance.

"Why are so many people there?" Zhao Chen sat up straight and paused, "You poked things out?" ”

Meng Yong didn't answer, he urged the horse again, and the wind lifted his half-scattered green silk, but it couldn't blow away the mist in his eyes.

After a while, Zhao Chen recognized the place he was going to, and his expression couldn't help but be a little complicated, "You, why are you bother, making things bigger, isn't it also making trouble for yourself..."

She left the flying fan of the female king butterfly, originally to let Meng Yong have traces to follow, and not to make a noise about the matter, so as not to make a big fuss, first, it will implicate others, and secondly, it is not easy for her to explain how to get out of the hands of thieves afterwards.

After all, neither she nor Meng Yong would want to expose their hiding, but now-

In front of the gate of the Vermilion Palace, Meng Yong stiffened his horse, with no expression on his face, and took Zhao Chen to dismount and approach.

"Prince Wu is back." He said lightly to the people waiting outside the door.

The old man raised his eyes and looked at it, hurriedly called someone to carry him to the palace, and helped Zhao Chen up.

The main hall of Cining Palace.

Outside the hall, Lin Xuanchao, Lin Penny, Jiang He and others all knelt silently on the ground, and they all seemed to have been reprimanded.

Seeing Zhao Chen being helped in, several people looked at each other busily, and they all breathed a long sigh of relief.

If this little ancestor comes back alive, they won't be severely punished...

Zhao Chen looked at them with a soothing look in his eyes, and then at Meng Yong, who was lonely beside him.

The latter smiled at her, as if he didn't care, and motioned for her to go first, and silently stepped into the hall together.

In the main hall, the two walked in with the sound of announcements.

The Empress Dowager leaned forward, with an anxious look, and after seeing Zhao Chen clearly, the tears in the corners of her eyes could no longer fall.

On the side, Emperor Chu's expression was incomprehensible, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to support the Queen Mother and stop her from getting up.

"Old Ancestor..."Zhao Chen lowered his eyes and sneered, limped closer, and knelt in front of the Queen Mother.

"The grass people are fortunate not to be dishonored." Behind him, Meng Yong lifted his robe and bowed down, facing the scrutiny of Emperor Chu, with no expression on his face.

Zhao Chen couldn't help but purse his lips.

He made a big deal out of it, and he also took care of it, and everyone will know that it was he who rescued her, including the black hand who instructed the people to kidnap her-

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