Chapter 8: Bandits Attack Before he could finish his words, he broke...

Before he finished speaking,

The sound of breaking air cut through the sky.

Three iron arrows were nailed into the chariot.

Without disturbing Song Heng, who was still sound asleep, Lu Zhifeng lifted the cyan curtains. The distant mountains towered in deep green, leaving only the narrow official road in the middle. It seemed like a good place for a robbery.

The night is as thick as ink, even worse.

The arrow feathers that had just pierced the sky were still trembling as they were pinned to the wood beside the door curtain. Without waiting for a reaction, twenty or so masked men swooped down from the cliffs on either side. Their faces were fierce, and the cold gleam of their blades emanated a chill.

Outnumbered, even if Lu Zhifeng had been well prepared, as a mere civilian, he couldn't muster a large number of troops. With each man outnumbered by two, facing the more brutal and violent bandits, the odds of defeat were clear.

During the stalemate, Song Heng slowly woke up and found that the situation outside the carriage was already in chaos.

When Song Heng woke up, the system immediately told him the situation outside.

Song Heng immediately lifted the car curtain to check the situation outside.

"Mr. Song, be careful." Lu Zhifeng used his sword to block one of the masked men's knife, which was about to stab Song Heng.

The original owner had no fighting skills, so Song Heng could only imitate the original owner and dodge clumsily.

After a while, the remaining masked men suddenly gathered together and attacked Song Heng. They were well-trained and had a clear goal.

Lu Zhifeng also noticed it, and gathered the remaining people to surround Song Heng in a protective posture.

"Don't kill me. I am the emperor. How dare you, a bunch of unruly people?" Song Heng was panicked and threatened the bandits with bluffing.

Unexpectedly, the sword skills that were originally fatal have become much milder.

It seems to have been changed to capture alive.

Lu Zhifeng didn't want anything to happen to Song Heng, so he swung the sword even harder.

If Lu Zhifeng had not been born into a scholarly family with a high status, he would not have been able to become a civil servant, as he was very fond of swordsmanship when he was young.

Fortunately, I have never stopped practicing and improving myself for more than 20 years, and today I finally have the opportunity to show it.

"Your Majesty, will you go first?" Lu Zhifeng always kept his family motto in mind and protected the emperor's safety at all times.

"No, no need." Song Heng hadn't finished speaking yet.

Distracted for a moment and outnumbered, Song Heng saw the masked man's knife stabbing towards Lu Zhifeng's heart. His body was faster than his thinking and he pushed Lu Zhifeng away.

Of course, the original owner was the weak one, and Song Heng would not allow himself to be seriously injured. The enemy was very fierce, and in a split second, Song Heng's shoulder was still cut open.

Seeing the person who pushed him away, his body leaned forward, swaying. Lu Zhifeng didn't care about anything else, he immediately put away his sword and supported Song Heng. A sticky feeling came from his palm.

In the night, blood stained the red clothes. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't tell whether he was injured.

Lu Zhifeng felt Song Heng's shoulder, where warm blood was still trickling out. He felt very bad. He asked the person in his arms tremblingly, "Your Majesty, how do you feel? Are you uncomfortable?"

Song Heng hadn't slept well to begin with, and now he had lost too much blood. He felt weak all over, and his body suddenly relaxed, with all his weight pressing towards Lu Zhifeng.

Leaning on Lu Zhifeng's shoulder, afraid that people would worry, "Don't be afraid, we will be fine."

His shoulders sank, and in the dim moonlight, Lu Zhifeng saw Song Heng, whose eyes were tightly closed and whose face was pale. He was now leaning against him motionlessly.

He quickly felt Song Heng's pulse and found it was still beating.

Lu Zhifeng's uneasy heart calmed down. He immediately tore off the inner material and bandaged Song Heng's shoulder to stop the bleeding. When he looked up again, the remaining people surrounded him and Song Heng, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

The good times didn't last long. Both sides were frustrated by the defeat, when suddenly many masked men appeared on the enemy side. Fortunately, there was no killing intent.

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When he opened his eyes again, a pungent musty smell entered Song Heng's nostrils, choking him awake in a daze.

"Clatter, clatter"

The iron chain around Song Heng's wrist jingled. A little moonlight leaked in through the cracks in the tattered roof.

Probably in the dungeon.

With the faint moonlight, Song Heng looked around and saw Lu Zhifeng lying in a dirty corner not far away, obviously unconscious.

Song Heng, still feeling sore and achy all over, gritted his teeth and slowly moved towards Lu Zhifeng. From time to time, the sound of bandits talking could be heard from above.

With the iron chain on his hand, Song Heng didn't dare to move too quickly. After all his efforts, he finally arrived next to Lu Zhifeng.

Having felt insecure since childhood, Song Heng likes to buy some concealed self-defense weapons.

Unfortunately, all the things on his body were looted, but the hidden weapon ring on Song Heng's hand was still in his hand.

Song Heng looked at his hand. There was a circle of red marks around the ring, which was now faintly purple, obviously having been pulled hard by someone.

Didn't pull.

As expected, things have to be customized, so that they are not uncomfortable to wear but cannot be taken off easily.

After pressing the switch on the inside, a small sharp knife popped out from the front of the ring. Song Heng moved away from Lu Zhifen's head and poked him hard at the part of his leg farthest from his hand.

Lu Zhifeng groaned.

After the person woke up, Song Heng gently pressed his head against Lu Zhifeng's waist and abdomen to prevent him from moving too much due to the pain.

Lu Zhifeng is not a noisy person. Apart from the muffled groan at the beginning, he did not have any other extreme reactions.

After waking up, Lu Zhifeng quickly discovered the current situation. After confirming that it was still safe, Lu Zhifeng felt pressure from his abdomen and felt something furry.

I had previously torn off a portion of my undergarment to bandage Song Heng's wound. Now the fur at the torn part of the garment was itchy.

This furry thing was obviously Song Heng's head. At this moment, he lowered his center of gravity, lacked blood supply, and felt dizzy. It was a bit difficult for him to get up from Lu Zhifeng.

Though it was a summer night, deep in the dungeon, all sorts of sinister plots were at work. The entire dungeon was damp and permeated with a chill. Song Heng, having lost so much blood, was initially unaware of the situation, and in his tense state, he didn't feel the chill.

After relaxing, I encountered a heat flow and felt a little reluctant to get up.

"Don't... don't move." Noticing Song Heng's situation, Lu Zhifeng felt itchy and spoke out to stop Song Heng from moving any further.

Song Heng was very obedient. When told not to move, he stopped moving immediately. An Xin used Lu Zhifeng as a pillow and found a comfortable position to lie down.

"Your Majesty, it was my negligence that caused Your Majesty to be in such a situation." Lu Zhifeng looked at the furry head, feeling extremely guilty.

The guilt doesn't just come from this. The main thing is that I don't know how to escape next.

At that time, Lu Zhifeng was knocked unconscious by the drug at the last second, leaving only himself and Song Heng.

Now that they were isolated and helpless, the right thing to do was to leave here as soon as possible. After all, facing those unreasonable bandits, staying in their base camp would only lead to bad luck.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine." Song Heng seemed to sense Lu Zhifeng's worry and repeated what he had said before.

The situation was urgent at the time, and Lu Zhifeng did not react when he heard this sentence, but now he suddenly heard it again.

Lu Zhifeng thought about his previous guess. Although his subordinates had not collected any clues, it seemed that this might be true.

As if to confirm what Song Heng said, the intermittent voices from the top of the dungeon were no longer heard.

Outside,

It's getting chaotic.

The dungeon entrance was opened, and the bright moonlight illuminated a passage.

"Your Majesty, I am late." The man, wearing light black armor and a silver helmet, revealed a pair of sharp eyes beneath the brim of his helmet. He immediately saluted before Song Heng.

His face looks very young, but his temperament is that of a veteran on the battlefield. His figure is as straight as a pine tree, his steps are steady, and he carries an imposing aura, as if he is the master of the battlefield.

"General He, please stand up." Song Heng had already sat up and leaned against Lu Zhifeng. "You've arrived at the perfect time. Have you completed the arrangements?"

"Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission."

"That's fine. Now let's sort out the things here and rest for a night. Tomorrow we will go to the south of the Yangtze River to control the flood."

"As you command."

"General He, Your Majesty is seriously injured. Could you please call a doctor to treat Your Majesty?"

"Of course." General He, also known as He Yuanming, gave an affirmative response.

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Everything is ready.

"Your Majesty, have you known about this for a long time?" Lu Zhifeng had been in doubt for a long time. Now seeing this situation, he also knew that it was Song Heng's work. He wanted to hear the answer in person, so he found an opportunity to ask.

"Yes." Song Heng didn't refuse. This was a good opportunity to break his character. Although this was originally planned by him.

"Didn't you ask where the disaster relief money went?" Song Heng pointed to the ground. "It's right here."

"Were they kidnapped by bandits?"

"Yes and no."

Seeing that Song Heng didn't continue talking, Lu Zhifeng didn't ask any more questions. There were quite a few palace secrets.

The implications behind this are enormous.