"Although I don't agree that you always have hatred in your heart, I respect your choice!"

Feng Yuanchen's warm smile had a bit of warmth in it, and he stroked Sheng Zhiyao's long hair: "Don't worry, no matter what I decide, I will never leave you, and I will never abandon you!"

"That's good, I believe in you!" Sheng Zhiyao held Feng Yuanchen's big palm and nodded resolutely.

"Okay, you just woke up today, hurry up and rest, I'll call you when we eat." Sheng Zhiyao covered Feng Yuanchen with the quilt and stood up, "I'll go back to the Hou Mansion now and say hello to my grandfather."

"Okay, you go." Feng Yuanchen looked at Sheng Zhiyao with a smile, and his heart was extremely satisfied.

Looking at Sheng Zhiyao's back as he left, Feng Yuanchen couldn't help but smile happily, and then lay down and fell asleep.

As soon as Sheng Zhiyao returned to the Hou Mansion, he walked towards the Qingliu Courtyard of the old Hou Ye's land, and before he entered the door, he heard the voice of the old Hou Ye: "Zhi Yao."

Sheng Zhiyao immediately walked into the house: "Grandpa."

"Hmm." The old marquis nodded, "I'm back."

"Yes." Sheng Zhiyao raised his eyes to look at the old marquis, his eyes were shining brightly, "Don't you blame me for making assertions?"

"Help!" The old marquis said earnestly.

Feng Yuanchen is his beloved apprentice, and he is his grandson-in-law in the future, he hopes that he can live well, and now that he can relieve the crisis, how can he stop it!

What's more, the Sheng family was originally going to assist Feng Yuanchen to ascend to the throne, but now that Feng Yuanchen is attacked, who will he save if he doesn't save him.

"Is Yuanchen okay?" Seeing that Sheng Zhiyao wanted to speak and stopped, the old marquis couldn't help but ask, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"He's fine, it's just that he's weakened due to excessive blood loss, and he can recover after a period of rest." Sheng Zhiyao shook his head, his face suddenly turned gloomy, "But he doesn't plan to come back in the near future."

The old marquis was slightly stunned, and then sighed: "He is the prince, and the means that should be there must be there!" Let him do whatever he wants!"

"Yes, I see." Sheng Zhiyao replied and paused, "Grandpa, has the marriage between Yu Manrou and King Wu been decided?"

"Exactly, it seems that I don't care much about things these days, and I even know about it."

"Oh, that's not true." Sheng Zhiyao pulled the corners of her mouth in embarrassment.

"It is to be expected that King Wu Rachel will be the prince of the kingdom." The old marquis said solemnly, "It's just that the two of them are mutually beneficial, you don't have to care too much."

"I know, it's just a little emotional." Sheng Zhiyao said bitterly.

"Alright, don't think about it." The old marquis touched Sheng Zhiyao's head lovingly, "Marriage is like this in this era, and free love can only be something that can only be found in modern times."

Sheng Zhiyao pursed her lips and finally said nothing.

"Take good care of Yuanchen, and let Hongxue spread the word if there is something."

"Hmm." Sheng Zhiyao nodded, "I'll go back first."

The night was quiet and peaceful, Feng Yuanchen couldn't get up for the time being, and every day Bu Xing followed Sheng Zhiyao's instructions to wipe his body with spiritual spring water, so as not to leave the root of the disease, so his mental state was very good.

Sheng Zhiyao was sitting at the table reading a book, heard footsteps outside, turned his head to look over, and happened to meet Bu Xing pushing open the door and walking in.

"Something?" Sheng Zhiyao put down the book and asked.

Bu Xing knelt down respectfully: "County Lord, my subordinates thank you for saving your life."

Sheng Zhiyao waved his hand, signaling him not to be polite: "Yuanchen is not only your master, but also my fiancé, I should save him."

"My subordinates are willing to sacrifice everything for the county lord!" Bu Xing said firmly.

Sheng Zhiyao raised her eyebrows and looked at Bu Xing, and suddenly laughed: "It's not necessary to give everything, but I really have to ask you to help with one thing."

"Command, Lord of the County."

"You inform Li Cheng and let him lead the army to prepare to attack Xichu at any time." Sheng Zhiyao's eyes were sharp, "I want to make Xi Chu pay the price for Feng Yuanchen's affairs."

"But ......"

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No, the ore veins of Xichu are what I need, and if he dares to bully me, he should let them know that the county lord has always been eager to repay me!" Sheng Zhiyao frowned, "Let Hongxue take you out."

"The subordinates understood, and the subordinates immediately went to tell Li Cheng." Bu Xing was ordered to withdraw.

Sheng Zhiyao picked up the book and continued to read, no longer paying attention to Bu Xing's departure, but the dark light in her eyes was surging, and the killing intent was splashing.

In the afternoon of the next day, Feng Yuanchen's injury was basically fine, and the old marquis Sheng also explained to the emperor earlier that Feng Yuanchen's injury had stabilized, and he only needed to continue to rest in bed.

As for the rest, when he recovers, he can recuperate slowly, it is not urgent, and the border is not stable now.

"I believe in Zhiyao's medical skills, so I must keep Yuanchen." The emperor pondered for a moment and said to Old Marquis Sheng, "This time, Western Chu rashly invaded the border of our Shangzhou, and also united with the Wu clan Sang Min, and it is really hateful to hurt my emperor and grandson."

When the old marquis Sheng heard this, he lowered his eyes and did not speak.

"Did Hancheng participate in the martial arts?"

"Yes."

The emperor nodded and said firmly, "If Hancheng wins the title of martial champion, I will make him General Xuanwei and sweep Western Chu for me."

Old Marquis Sheng hesitated for a moment: "The minister is worried that Xichu will cheat."

The emperor snorted coldly when he heard this: "If Xi Chu dares to play tricks, I will let them have no return."

Old Marquis Sheng didn't say much, but his heart was full of worries.

"Do you still have concerns?" The emperor was keenly aware of it, "Are you worried about the safety of Hancheng?"

Old Marquis Sheng shook his head without hesitation: "No, the man is ambitious in all directions, not to mention that he has already practiced martial arts, and he has no eyes on the battlefield, he has long been mentally prepared."

"In that case, why are you still so worried?"

Old Marquis Sheng took a deep breath: "Now send someone to attack Xichu, what should you do in the capital?"

The emperor laughed: "Although I am old, not as old as I was back then, it is by no means impossible to walk."

"Heh~ I also know that I am old, so I have grown a little."

The emperor couldn't cry or laugh: "You, you, if you don't hurt me for a day, you will die."

"Yes! Don't be too happy, if you have three longs and two shorts, and the court is leaderless, won't you fall into chaos again?"

"My emperor and grandson are still here, are you still afraid that there will be no emperor?" The emperor asked rhetorically, "Don't worry so much, you take good care of yourself to save me."

Old Marquis Sheng sighed, knowing that it was useless to persuade him: "Yes, you not only have the imperial grandson, but now you have two sons."

"Well, Feng Chongjie doesn't care about these power struggles, so Feng Chongwu cares, Feng Chongjun is naturally locked up by me, and he has no chance."

"Yes, you can do it yourself."