Zhen Guogong stood up and said, "You let me think about it."

Sheng Qingyuan added, and said to his back, "Grandfather, if it is not a matter of life and death, I will not consider making this medicine."

The corners of Zhen Guogong's mouth twitched, and he glared at Sheng Qingyuan helplessly, and Sheng Qingyuan raised a very bright and well-behaved smile at him.

Zhen Guogong shook his head helplessly, left the tent, and began to think about what to do.

"Is there such a medicine?" After Zhen Guogong left, Shen Zhao asked Sheng Qingyuan.

Sheng Qingyuan nodded, "Yes, and I brought it, but that medicine is really not suitable for my grandfather, once my grandfather's current condition is taken it, the damage to his body will be very serious and irreversible."

After a pause, Sheng Qingyuan said again: "As long as he can listen to me well, try not to be seriously injured this time, and when he returns to the capital and recuperates well, he can recover at least eighty percent, and the possibility of recovery is also very high."

"Hmm."

That night, Shen Zhao, who was originally asleep, suddenly got up, Sheng Qingyuan didn't dare to sleep to death, he noticed it when he came together. Look at the book

"What's wrong?" Sheng Qingyuan quickly sobered up and asked him.

"Xuanliu, they encountered an ambush on the road, there are too many people on the other side, I want to go there." Shen Zhao said.

"How far?" Sheng Qingyuan asked as he quickly dressed up.

"Ten miles." Shen Zhao said.

"I'll go with you." Sheng Qingyuan quickly stuffed the silver needle and various medicines into his body.

"Okay." Shen Zhao did not refuse.

He knew that since he met Meng Kun in Fushou City, Sheng Qingyuan would find time to exercise no matter how busy he was.

Practice using poison and exercise your skills.

After coming to the capital, she exercised more frequently, trying not to hold him back at a critical time.

She will never be his hind legs, she is a comrade who can fight side by side with him, and he can safely hand over his back to her.

On the way there, Shen Zhao observed Sheng Qingyuan's situation several times and was a little relieved to make sure that she didn't feel any discomfort.

It's just that when I think of the situation I might encounter next, I still feel a little uneasy, and I even regret that I was involved in her.

It's just that since you're already on the road, there's no point in thinking about it.

Although Sheng Qingyuan was mentally prepared, when he saw the tragedy of the scene, his heart was still very shocked.

Sheng Qingyuan's face was gloomy, his face was covered, and the poison in his hand seemed to be like he didn't want money, and he sprinkled it on those people.

These people seem to have learned the lesson of the last time, and this time they are more or less resistant to the drug, and they are not as fast as the last time they were on the boat.

"It's useless to repeat the old tricks." A man in black said in a hoarse voice.

Sheng Qingyuan sneered: "Whether it's useful or not, take a look to find out."

The man in black smiled contemptuously, raised the sword in his hand and was about to stab at Sheng Qingyuan.

It's just that as soon as he raised his hand, his face suddenly changed, his pupils suddenly widened extremely round, and the next moment, he lost his breath.

"Can I know better than you about drug resistance?" Sheng Qingyuan rolled his eyes, and continued to rush to Yan Chuling's place.

Along the way, Shen Zhao and Sheng Qingyuan cooperated with each other.

Shen Zhao was in charge of dealing with the oncoming killers, and Sheng Qingyuan was in charge of finding their own people, once they saw that there were injuries, they immediately gave painkillers and hemostatic medicines, and treated their wounds very simply and rudely, and the seriously injured ones were sent to a safe area together with others.

When Sheng Qingyuan and Shen Zhao both slowly came to the carriage, they were relieved to see that Yan Chuling and the Eighth Prince inside were all fine.

However, as soon as they breathed a sigh of relief, many arrows were shot from the valleys on both sides.

Sheng Qingyuan's eyes lit up.

I'm afraid I've been waiting for them all morning.

"Exhibition!" Shen Zhao shouted loudly.

As Shen Zhao's voice fell, it was dark

The guards immediately unfurled their cloaks and wrapped themselves tightly, while quickly looking for a place to hide and an opportunity to attack the archers.

"You stay ......" Shen Zhaogang wanted to say to Sheng Qingyuan, let her stay in the carriage.

The carriage is custom-made and cannot be passed through as long as it is not a crossbow, so it is safe to stay in the carriage.

But Shen Zhao had just met Sheng Qingyuan's eyes, and the rest of the words were swallowed back.

At times like this, this girl just gets extra stubborn.

All the way here just now, Sheng Qingyuan already had a number of the strength of these people, and she was sure that she could help Shen Zhao before she made this request.

Sheng Qingyuan and Shen Zhao glanced at each other, and at the same time took off their masks, and sure enough, as they expected, as soon as their masks were taken off, they immediately heard a voice "King Jing is here"!

The next moment, the other party's attention was all focused on the two of them.

Sheng Qingyuan expected such a scene, so he took out the *** that he hadn't taken out before, and threw it at these people.

There was a wind tonight, and as soon as the powder was sprinkled, it immediately drifted in the air with the wind.

"*** doesn't work for us." One said.

The corners of Sheng Qingyuan's lips curled slightly, "I guess so, but what if you add this?"

The killers must have undergone a certain amount of training for poisons, especially for ***, otherwise once the other party uses these, they will be able to cool off immediately.

As the words fell, the killers only saw Sheng Qingyuan scatter a little more thing, but this thing didn't have any taste, and they couldn't tell what it was, but as soon as this thing got on their bodies, their bodies seemed to be much heavier immediately, and their actions became very inconvenient.

In such a situation, they couldn't even make a move in Shen Zhao's hands.

Sheng Qingyuan's expression did not relax at all.

She was in charge of spreading the medicine and dealing with the cold arrows coming from behind Shen Zhao, that is, from her front, and handed over the rest to Shen Zhao.

The two cooperate very tacitly.

Half of the other guards were there to protect the carriage, a small part protected the two of them, and a small part disappeared to find the archers hiding in the shadows.

There was no extra word in the whole process, not even one more look, but it seemed that he had already cooperated many times.

Half an hour later, all the killers finally fell.

The medicine on Sheng Qingyuan's body had been taken out, and the hand that had just held the sword was trembling uncontrollably.

Shen Zhao raised his hand and held her hand.

Sheng Qingyuan raised a weak smile at him and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine, I can still hold on."

The shock that brought her last time was not small, and this time the person was at least three times as strong as the last time, and the impact was even stronger.

Sheng Qingyuan smeared a little peppermint oil on the tip of his nose, and felt that his brain suddenly cleared up, and he felt better.

"They're deadly this time." Sheng Qingyuan said in a cold voice.

She knew that whenever it came to the battle for the throne, it would definitely be accompanied by blood.

But still facing these directly, Sheng Qingyuan felt that his mental acceptance ability was not so strong.

At this moment, her stomach was churning, and she could only force it down.

When Sheng Qingyuan returned to the carriage again, Yan Chuling's body still couldn't stop trembling: "Is it all over?"

"It's over for now." Sheng Qingyuan said.

She wasn't sure if there would be other ambushes on the road ahead, but she could only say that this wave was over temporarily.

"That's good, that's good." Yan Chu said with palpitations.

Although he said this, his body still trembled uncontrollably.

It is said that the palace is a place where people eat people and do not spit out bones, so here, it is like a colosseum, and any calculation in the face of this kind of violence seems to be very child's play.

Sheng Qingyuan looked at the Eighth Prince again.

The little face of the Eighth Prince though

It is also written that he is afraid, but compared with Yan Chuling, he is more calm.

Sheng Qingyuan gently touched his head, "Don't worry, it will be fine soon."

The Eighth Prince, who had been pretending to be calm just now, suddenly turned red in his eyes at this moment, and tears filled his eyes, but he tried his best not to let the tears fall.

"If you want to be strong, you have to be strong all the time." Sheng Qingyuan said to him.

"Hmm!" The Eighth Prince nodded vigorously.

After all, the tears still fell uncontrollably, but as soon as the tears fell, they immediately wiped the tears away, and when they fell again the next time, they were wiped away as soon as possible.

is so stubborn, having to pretend to be strong makes people feel distressed.

Sheng Qingyuan wanted to appease, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Now he is facing a direct assassination, but when he returns to Yanbei, he will face not only assassination, but also various conspiracies.

Even if the two of them are willing to remain incognito in the end, there is no impermeable wall in the world, and if they are found in the future, they may face even more danger than they do today.

He always has to learn to grow.

Under the appeasement of Sheng Qingyuan, the Eighth Prince slowly fell asleep.

"Princess, would you like to rest too?" Yan Chuling asked Sheng Qingyuan.

"No, you can rest." Sheng Qingyuan said.

She didn't feel sleepy at all now, as soon as she closed her eyes, her eyes were full of blood and corpses.

Sheng Qingyuan came outside and sat next to Shen Zhao.

Shen Zhao drove the car himself, and some of the other secret guards were guarding around, and those who were seriously injured asked them to find a place to recuperate.

Sheng Qingyuan leaned on Shen Zhao so quietly, gently blowing by the night breeze.

These ten miles of road are not far away, but they are not close.

Sheng Qingyuan wanted to relax, but he didn't dare to relax, and he didn't know if there would be an ambush behind.

As it turned out, Sheng Qingyuan's worries were not wrong at all.

Those people knew it was a great opportunity, so they didn't show any mercy.

There were still not all the people in front of them, and after walking only four miles forward, a group of people appeared again, and a ravine was dug in the ground.

Sheng Qingyuan took the reins from Shen Zhao's hand and took his place, Shen Zhao, Xuan Yi Xuanyu and a few secret guards jointly lifted the carriage with internal force, and quickly and smoothly crossed the ravine.

When the carriage landed again, Sheng Qingyuan's palms were full of sweat.

The cold arrows that were fired at them were also blocked by special cloaks.

When the archer hiding in the shadows wanted to shoot a second arrow, his throat had already been cut, and Mo said that when he shot the second arrow, he didn't even have a chance to breathe.

Shen Zhao took the reins again, and touched Sheng Qingyuan's hand, noticing that her hand was unusually cold, and looked at her worriedly.

Sheng Qingyuan tried to calm his mood and said to him, "I'm fine."

Shen Zhao's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he was deeply worried in his heart, but he also knew that this was not a good place to talk now, so he could only go back first.

In the remaining six miles, they encountered a total of four assassinations.

Most of the people brought by Shen Zhao were sacrificed.

Sheng Qingyuan's emotions seemed to be stable, but his hands were already cold.

Back at the barracks, Sheng Qingyuan asked people to arrange the residence of Yan Chuling and the Eighth Prince, and then returned to their own place.

Under the reflection of the candlelight, Sheng Qingyuan's face looked extremely pale.