Chapter Ninety-Five: Can't See Through

In the Fengyang City Post House, the plum blossoms are in full bloom, and the flowers and snow reflect each other, and the beauty is quiet.

There were two people next to the plum tree, Xiao Wan and Mu Fan.

They walked side by side, peaceful and beautiful.

Zhao Jianyan wanted to talk to Mu Fan about something, and when he saw the two together, he decided not to disturb them and prepared to leave.

He knew that Zhao Zhijun's matter had not passed, and if this matter had not passed, Mu Fan would not be able to escape death.

In the past, he recruited Mu Fan, more to take advantage of. The situation changed with the situation, and Mu Fan gave his life for him without complaint, which made him regret his previous intentions.

However, things happen, and they can only be faced.

Zhao Jianyan didn't give up saving him, but after thinking about it, he couldn't think of a good way. Forcibly robbing people is tantamount to asking for their own death.

The three northwestern states were the territory of his imperial uncle, although nominally the Son of Heaven. However, everyone knows that the Son of Heaven in the court is useless in the northwest, and the actual controller of the northwest is Zhao Xuan, and the less is just a name.

Mu Fan found Zhao Jianyan behind him, he rubbed Xiao Wan's head, and said with a smile: "You go back to the house first." ”

"Well, okay, I'll go back to the house first." She answered, and turned away.

When she was far away, Mu Fan bowed down and said, "Your Highness, don't come unharmed." ”

Zhao Jianyan's heart trembled, Mu Fan had said the same thing to him many times, and this time gave him the deepest feeling.

He smiled reluctantly, "Don't come unharmed." ”

"Your Highness, remember what you have said." Mu Fan got straight to the point and said respectfully: "Establish a strong Dongze, sweep away the accumulated shortcomings, and create a prosperous world." ”

Zhao Jianyan straightened his waist and said, "Don't worry, I will do it, I will definitely do it." ”

Mu Fan felt that Zhao Jianyan couldn't do it, but he said sadly on the surface: "It's a pity that I can't see that day." ”

"Everything you did for me, I remember in my heart." Zhao Jianyan sighed, "In the future, I will have a credit to you." ”

"I believe that when people die, they will reach another world, so ...... When you achieve our common goal and succeed, draw Shengshi on paper and burn it to me. ”

Zhao Jianyan clenched his fists, "Definitely!" I can't save you, I can only watch you die, powerless! ”

"If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, and Your Highness should focus on the overall situation, which is the right way to do it." Mu Fan's performance was very natural and bland, as calm as seeing through life and death.

Zhao Jianyan saw that Mu Fan was thinking about him when he was dying, and he felt even more indebted.

Mu Fan didn't say much, first, he felt that the heat was enough, and second, it was easy to reveal flaws if he said too much.

He was sure that now that Zhao Jianyan had regarded him as a confidant, that was enough. When he finishes the motions, he will become a henchman among Zhao Jianyan's henchmen, and no one can beat him.

At that time, he will also know the information that Zhao Jianyan knows, and he may get it at the same time.

The information that Zhao Jianyan didn't know, he could get it through the master's channel. Combined with the news from the two parties, he summarized it and then handed it over to the Mu family.

Just as he was thinking about it, a group of big men suddenly rushed over in the distance.

Mu Fan looked sideways, saw the armor on their bodies, and said to Zhao Jianyan: "They are here, I guess I will have to stay in the prisoner car for a few more days." ”

The more open-minded he smiled, the more troubled Zhao Jianyan became.

The big man walked to Mu Fan's side, first knelt on the ground, and asked Zhao Jianyan for peace. Then he couldn't help but say, carrying Mu Fan's back collar and dragging him away.

These days, from Maocheng to Fengyang City, along the way, Mu Fan and these guards are quite familiar. The guards seem to be very fierce, and they are very angry, but in fact, they are not black.

Mu Fan was particularly tired of staying in the prison car, he turned his head laboriously and asked, "Brother Ang, where are you going to send me?" ”

The middle-aged man at the head said, "I'll send you to Fengyang Palace." ”

"Where are you sending me?"

"I don't know, the order from above." Brother Ang lowered his voice and said, "I guessed that you would be sent to the entrance of the South Street vegetable market, and the executioner would chop you up in public, and when you couldn't do it, I would click you off." ”

He sighed and shook his head, "Now it seems that I want to be simple. After all, you killed the prince, and that was the only son of the prince. Alas...... I'm afraid you're going to be sent to the prince, that's, that's unimaginable. ”

Mu Fan's head was wet, I don't know if it was the melting snow or the sweat that flowed out of fear.

Brother Ang hesitated and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

Mu Fan said: "Does Brother Ang have any advice?" In other words, how do you distract yourself when you are beaten? ”

"There are some things I shouldn't say, but looking at the way you look, I'll say it anyway."

"Just say it." Mu Fan wanted to nod, but his chin touched the top of the prisoner cart and made a bang.

Brother Ang continued: "I don't think you are a bad person, let alone a stupid person, what is good about the Third Highness to make you so desperate for him. ”

Mu Fan smiled: "Everyone has their own ambitions, why should your ideas be imposed on me." ”

"Look, I'll just say, Brother Ang, you're useless with him." A slightly younger man on the left side of the cart said.

Brother Ang shook his head, "I think Brother Yan has to hang himself on the tree of the Third Highness, it is inevitable that he can't bear it, the words are straightforward, but the intention is true." ”

"I know that Brother Ang said this for my own good, the bow has been fully drawn, the arrow has been put on the string, and I have to send it!" Mu Fan changed the topic and asked, "A few old brothers, tell me about it, if the prince tortures me later, how can I divert my attention?" ”

"Don't think about it." Brother Ang said helplessly: "We have escorted many prisoners. Many of the people who were sent to the palace had lame arms and lost their humanity...... Can't get out. ”

Mu Fan looked up at the snowflakes in the air and said slowly, "Do you know the executioner?" ”

Brother Ang finally couldn't help it, "You're not afraid at all?" Aren't you afraid? I have seen countless heroes, they sat in the prisoner car and entered the palace, just like you, talking and laughing, but when they were finally sent to the South Street vegetable market, they were all gone. ”

"Brother Ang, I am mentally prepared for what will happen to me next, do you know the executioner?" Mu Fan asked the same question.

Brother Ang waved his hand: "Whatever you want, I know a few, if possible, I will talk to them, let them work harder, so that you will suffer less." ”

Mu Fan wanted to hug his fists to thank Brother Ang, but his arm was locked and he couldn't move. He blew a breath and blew away the snow that drifted around him.

The snow rose into the air, captivating his eyes.

The little melon stood outside the post house, standing motionless in the snow. There was a layer of snow on his sideburns, and he didn't care, and his eyes were blurred as he watched his benefactor leave.

The firehead army entered the city to prepare grain and grass, and he followed him into the city. The gates were very closely checked, and due to his young age and lack of threat, he did not attract the attention of the defenders.

Mu Fan's strength was limited by the prisoner car, and he couldn't detect the breath outside. He didn't notice the figure of the little melon, and blew away the snow around him.

The melon raised his hand and flicked it a few times, as if he could brush the snow off his benefactor's head.

"Brother Yan, you must come back!"