When the two of them stopped, they were no longer in the valley and dense forest, but a thriving rape field, and they could see patches of farms two or three miles away.

Meng Yong held Zhao Chen and stopped in the rape bushes more than one person high, and his eyebrows couldn't help frowning slightly.

There is no trace of anything-

Zhao Chen also felt that it was tricky, and while looking left and right, he sniffed hard.

Suddenly, the direction of the wind changed, and there was a faint smell of blood in the fragrance of the flowers.

Zhao Chen looked to the left, and saw a touch of sandalwood flickering between the yellow and green branches and leaves.

"There, there!" She hurriedly tugged at Meng Yong and gestured towards that place.

Approaching, I saw a sandal-colored robe floating in the wind on the flower path, which was the daily dress worn by the prince.

The Taoist clothes are intact, and they are all stained with blood, which means that the prince has not been injured so far, but the prince is not weak, and he is just like an ordinary person, if he meets a killer by himself-

"Didn't Chu Yuan teach him marking? Why didn't he stay? Zhao Chen asked.

Meng Yong casually put the robe on his body, and folded it up and down a few more times, only then did he point to the blood marks that had been pieced together on it.

Instead of fleeing to a farm a few miles away, the prince chose to follow the fields west into the barren mountains.

The two of them continued to search until they found blood again.

Zhao Chen hurriedly jumped off Meng Yong's body, squatted on the ground and looked at it again, and his heart was half cold for a while.

Is this a killer?

She didn't bother to greet Meng Yong, she limped quickly to the side to find it, and the traces that had obviously been covered were a little difficult to identify, but she still shook her nose and touched the mass grave on the side.

Meng Yong silently followed her three steps away, looking at her with extremely strange eyes, but he didn't step forward to disturb her.

The mass grave in the middle of the night is eerie and quiet, and the scene is even more eerie.

Zhao Chen bent over in disheveled clothes, stepped on small dirt bags, stared at the ground carefully, his nose kept moving, and bare and weathered dry bones were stepped on from time to time, making a creaking sound.

After a while, Zhao Chen stopped, squatted down and was about to reach out to dig, but was stopped by Meng Yong.

He didn't say anything, but picked up a broken leg bone and dug it up neatly where she had found.

After removing the sand and gravel covering above, the soil layer below was very shallow, and it was obviously hastily buried, but in a moment, a dead man was revealed, followed by another, and a company of six people, all of whom were those gray-clothed killers.

Looking at the knife wounds on the corpse and the scars left by the fists and feet, the two looked at each other, and they were a little puzzled.

Meng Yong stood up, looked around, and walked towards the pile of rubbles on the side, where there was another mark.

When he turned around again, he saw Zhao Chen pulling something out from under the corpse and fiddling with it with a strange expression.

"Badger clips," she muttered to herself.

Filled with questions, the two set off again, and soon came to a dry river valley.

However, before she could get closer, Meng Yong suddenly clamped her and shrunk into the dark, and climbed up along the gap in the mountain stream, only then did she look at the two groups of people in the hinterland of the river valley.

The two groups of people are fighting each other in clear costumes, one is a gray-clothed killer; On one side were soldiers with thin armor and long swords.

Zhao Chen's gaze fell on the two people leading the troops.

Kungo... Zhao Hanqing——

Is this the arrangement of the Chu Emperor? She looked at Meng Yong inquiringly, not understanding how these people had come here.

Meng Yong didn't respond, only pressed her head to signal her to be honest, while he looked at Kunwu, who seemed to be seriously injured, with a thoughtful look on his face.

In the valley below, there were no more than 100 people on both sides, and their combat strength seemed to be evenly matched.

However, the wounded Kunwu was fierce and unabated, holding a horse chopping knife, and killed the gray-clothed man first, as if one was ten; Zhao Hanqing was behind the guards, constantly commanding the battle formation, so that the soldiers could cooperate with Kunwu.

Under the prying eyes of the two in the shadows, this battle did not last long, but in half an hour, the last man in gray was also killed by the sword.

Kun Wu stood with a knife covered in blood, and his eyes were still churning with terrifying murderous intent, so that no one dared to approach for a while.

After Zhao Hanqing gave the order, he walked straight to Kunwu's side, smiling and saluting without realizing it, his lips moving.

It's a pity that Zhao Chen, who is "deaf", can't hear a word at this time.

She squinted at Meng Yong, who was unblinking, and the hand on his waist twisted vigorously, revealing a deep dissatisfaction.

Meng Yong was in pain and couldn't hide, so he had to point to the ground and write, 'They are discussing looking for the prince'.

Zhao Chen rolled his eyes, and made another three-point effort in his hand.

Don't you come to the prince to see the scenery? She wanted to know how these people were going to find the prince.

"Don't pinch, they're here with the killers, and now they're going to join up with the big team and block the surrounding mountains."

Zhao Chenming knew that he was not telling the truth, but he still let go of his hand and looked gloomy.

The prince here hasn't been found yet, and there are two more batches of people who come to grab the credit, especially Zhao Hanqing-

The people below gradually withdrew, Zhao Chen thought that Meng Yong would take her to follow, but who would have thought that this person not only didn't move, but also held her tightly, and waited until those people were gone before letting go of his hand.

Zhao Chen sat up and didn't wait to speak, but saw Meng Yong smile and write, 'Don't worry, our credit can't run'.

As she pondered, he picked her up, connected the dots at his feet, jumped over the mountain stream, and went straight to the low mountain on the other side of the valley.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, reflecting the mountains and rivers.

Meng Yong stopped in front of a bush on the edge of the low mountain, retracted his eyes and called softly: "His Royal Highness the Prince? ”

In a moment, the bush moved, a hand poked out from within, and then a man bent slightly out of it.

The prince was still as blank as ever, wearing only a middle coat at this time, and although it was stained with patches of blood and a lot of damage, he didn't seem to be injured.

When he saw the two, he was not surprised.

Meng Yong's gaze fell on his waist, and he retracted it for another moment, and asked lightly, "Is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince okay?" ”

The prince nodded expressionlessly, looked around, and then returned to the bushes, without signaling the two to follow.

And Zhao Chen was also full of confusion at this time.

Not to mention how the prince escaped here, just to say that Kunwu and the others were clearly nearby just now, why didn't the prince come out, but waited for the two of them to come and find him.

She looked at the mark not far away, and was even more puzzled, why did the prince trust an unknown guard?

Before she could finish pondering, the bushes moved again, and the prince came out with a man.

The man's hunting suit was stained red with blood, and the wounds were wrapped in the prince's torn middle clothes, and the man was already unconscious, with his head lowered and his face could not be seen clearly, and he was unconsciously being held by the prince.

Zhao Chen immediately remembered the badger clip, and at that time she thought that some hunters might have killed those people and saved the prince.

Now it seems—

While her thoughts were running around, the prince suddenly handed the "hunter" into her hands.

"I'm a little tired, let's go back to Beijing!" He said lightly and walked away alone.

The moonlight illuminated the face of the "hunter", which made Zhao Chen and Meng Yong stunned-

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