The sun receded at some point, and the sky was overcast, and dark clouds came, accompanied by a swift wind.

The carriage stopped quietly outside the palace gate, and the wind lifted the curtain to reveal the magnificent and bewitching side face of the man inside, who was sitting quietly with his sleeves folded, looking at the courtiers who walked out of the palace gate.

When the others were gone, he frowned slightly, leaned out a little and looked at the Silent Palace Road.

At this time, footsteps of varying light and heavy came from there, and a thin and petite figure walked out of the palace gate.

The little boy was dressed in a crimson official uniform, limping, and hanging his head so that people could not see his expression.

As if sensing his gaze, the young man stopped and looked slowly, and in a pair of tired eyes, he couldn't help but soften, and quickly returned to normal, and continued to bury his head in.

Meng Yong was stunned, got out of the carriage to greet him, and asked tentatively, "Are you okay?" ”

Zhao Chen nodded, and he helped himself into the carriage, silently shrunk in a corner, leaning on the carriage and closing his eyes.

Meng Yong quietly gestured to the coachman, and then lowered the curtain and sat beside her.

"What else did you expect?" He asked softly.

Zhao Chen shook his head slightly, but still didn't make a sound, and shrank back again.

Meng Yong's eyes were a little puzzled, he thought for a while, and said: "King Yu has gone through this experience, and he will be more reused by His Majesty in the future, which is not a bad thing for him, you don't have to worry about him." ”

He said this reluctantly, but it can be seen that Zhao Chen is like this, and he still persuaded himself to say it.

"That Sun Yushi... It's not the third person. Zhao Chen's voice was slightly hoarse.

Meng Yong was silent, and said softly: "He was indeed ordered by the three princes to attack the bloodline of the king of Chongqing, so as to arouse His Majesty's suspicions, and then unite several subordinates of the three princes——"

"The privacy of the first emperor, the third child doesn't have the guts, and Sun Yushi won't look for death for no reason... Meng Yong, is that you? ”

Everyone thought that Sun Yushi could not be impeached and was ruined, so they simply revealed the secrets of the royal family, and wanted Emperor Chu to unconsciously alienate King Yu because of the taboo of bloodline rumors.

But she knows Emperor Chu too well, this majesty has been suppressed for too long, the more someone stings him, the more he will come in reverse, so those people of the three princes will be beheaded by the dynasty-

Meng Yong smiled, "People say that tigers are poisonous and don't eat children, although Your Majesty has the heart to clean up the three princes, but for this son who is very much like himself, he is still a little difficult to decide..."

"If he doesn't really hurt him, how can he be ruthless?" He whispered and smiled, but his brows were extremely cold.

Zhao Chen lost his voice, turned his head and buried himself in the dark, and didn't speak again for a long time.

Looking at the back of the thin and lonely girl, Meng Yong hesitated for a while, but still helped her up, untied her hair for her, and gently laid her on his lap, just like in the past.

Since the last time, he has been admonishing himself to be polite and dare not get close again, but now that the young man seems to be extremely tired, he can't help but try to appease-

"What's going on?" He slowly stroked her night-like hair, his voice soft as a breeze.

Inexplicably steadfast, Zhao Chen moved his head, drilled into his arms a few times, and then quietly seemed to be asleep.

But the scenes and sentences in the hall still kept echoing in her mind and ears.

"You're all amazing... One is better than the other..."Her voice was a little nasal, and the hand around his waist became tighter.

thought she could take a path in the storm, but in fact she was still incapable, and no one could protect her.

The tragic body of the king of Chongqing, the remnants of blood in the fire of the tribe, the distant Mobei...

At this time, she was a little skeptical about herself, whether she could really fight to the end in these demons, ghosts, gods and Buddhas, and whether she could really take revenge on her blood and recast the shattered glory-

Meng Yong lowered his eyes and looked at her, his eyes rose a little soft, and he said with a smile: "You are very powerful, and you have calculated them, but you are the one who has calculated below, so you are better than us." ”

Thinking of the previous battles of wits and courage again and again, Zhao Chen, who was buried in his face, couldn't help but pick the corners of his lips.

"You are so powerful, I'm afraid that one day you won't need to protect you, so wouldn't you practice a good martial arts in vain?" He said with a smile, gradually dispelling her confusion.

"Then you will obediently be a good helper for me," she said in a daze, quietly sinking into a sleep.

The white bone spirit can be lowered, what are you afraid of...

Listening to the calm and steady breathing, Meng Yong's eyebrows couldn't help but bend down in unison, and he smiled bewilderingly and brightly.

This little thing... It's really chilling-