Tang Zhuofeng's face was cold, he pressed his sister's arm, and looked over her shoulder at the turbulent river.

His voice was a little low, with a hoarse voice after trying his best to come: "Don't worry, I'll get him back." ”

After the words fell, he patted his sister's shoulder, turned around and ordered coldly to the person who brought him: "Find!" If you don't find the son, you won't be allowed to go back! ”

"Yes!"

The group immediately followed the direction of the current, and gradually blurred into the night, only the torches in their hands shone on the sparkling river.

Tang Li looked at the figure of the second brother in the distance, wiped his tears casually with his sleeve, and prepared to follow.

At that moment, a voice called out to her.

"Little Nine."

She turned her head with a touch of joy in her eyes, only to see her eldest brother and Ning Qizhan and others striding towards the shore.

Seeing the eldest brother, Tang Lixin was half relieved, and she hurried to meet her.

"Big brother, the son of the world—"

Tang Zhuoyu raised his hand and pressed it, his face was solemn: "I and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince know what happened, Jing Zhaoyin and the people are on the way here, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has notified the Dali Temple and the Criminal Department, and it will be there soon, you can rest assured, everyone will do their best to search and rescue the prince." ”

After listening to this, Tang Li's heart did not relax because of this, but as time passed, her heart sank again and again.

She pursed her lips, looked at the blood and broken weapons on the ground, a touch of hatred rose in her heart, and she gritted her teeth: "Why do they want the life of the son?" ”

Obviously, God was so unfair to him.

What he wants most is the warmth of the world, but when he was young, his parents died and he grew up alone.

And the cruelty of fate is much more than that.

The imperial grandfather who loved him was about to die soon, and the imperial brother who doted on him was dying, and all the glory and wealth were not as good as the little warmth he wanted to grasp.

He seems to live a chic life, but he is delicate and only asks for a little family affection.

He has never harmed anyone, nor has he had any bad intentions, and he lives a clean and bright life, but he is always chased and killed by gangsters.

The tears in her eyes had been dried by the cool breeze, but the red circles in her eyes were still filled with anxiety and fear, and resentment that had not been hidden.

In Tang Zhuoyu's view, it is an adult emotion that should not exist in his young sister.

He sighed in his heart, maybe this Ning Yuchu, in Xiao Jiu's heart, was far more important than they thought.

He suppressed the shock in his heart, raised his hand and touched his sister's head, and sighed softly: "The position he is in is the reason for no reason." ”

Tang Li wanted to cry again, that was not his choice.

The wind blowing from the river carried a heavy bloody breath, which made Ning Qizhan cough heavily, Zhao Qingwan hurriedly handed him the handkerchief, he took it and covered his mouth and nose, his cold eyes were filled with the mist after coughing, accompanied by cold white skin, and long fingers with distinct bones, giving people a sense of vulnerability that they wanted to protect.

But the cold light condensed at the bottom of his eyes broke through this weakness, not angry but mighty, making people ignore his pale face, like a lion standing proudly in the wind, curled up with sharp claws, slowly unfolded and plunged into the soil, ready to raise his head and roar.

Zhao Qingwan was stunned, but another emotion quickly grew in her heart.

An irrepressible liking.

Jing Zhaoyin knelt in front of him with a puff, frightened and pleaded: "Weichen is too late to save the car, and he also asks the prince to confess." ”

Dali Siqing and the criminal department also hurriedly stepped forward: "I have seen His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

The assassination of the crown prince in the imperial capital was a major event when the sky fell, and everyone was shocked and afraid.

Ning Qizhan let go of his hand, his lips seemed to be dyed red after coughing, with that delicate face, there was a kind of boy and girl, but the sharpness of his peach blossom eyes, the coercion exuded from his whole body, and his gaze swept over everyone expressionlessly, making people dare not look directly at him.

Everyone was shocked, and they had never seen the prince so angry.