really!

Zong Zhengchen wants to save Qin Ye!

He really couldn't believe that his seventh brother, who was not interested in women and was taciturn, would end up falling into Qin Ye's hands!

Hahaha!

"Let him in..."

"ah!!"

Before he could finish his words, the guard who reported the incident was kicked hard and flew into the tent. He rolled over a dozen times, knocked over the table, and spilled the wine glasses all over the floor.

Zong Zhengyu lowered his eyes and looked up.

In the dim night, the man in black robe, holding a soft sword, walked in the night, step by step approaching, and the cold aura around him solidified the air inch by inch.

The guards sensed something was wrong and rushed over, lined up in a row, to protect the prince.

One of the two men was sitting in the tent, and the other was standing in the night, only a few meters apart. When their eyes met, a battlefield without the smoke of gunpowder broke out in an instant. Two sharp auras collided, and the aftermath made everyone terrified.

Zong Zhengyu narrowed his eyes, stood up with a smile:

"Seventh brother is here?"

He asked with a smile: "What's the matter? I heard Qian Yi escaped back? I'm glad he's not hurt. This thief is so bold, we really need to investigate him thoroughly."

Zong Zhengchen took a step forward.

One step shatters the night, which is shocking.

The guards subconsciously became alert, gripped their weapons tightly, and prepared to attack.

Another step closer.

step.

The guards felt threatened and were about to draw their swords, but were knocked back several meters by an overwhelming force.

"ah!"

Bang bang bang!

More than a dozen people flew out and fell to the ground like dumplings, without any ability to fight back.

The next second, the man's dark shadow flashed and instantly approached Zong Zhengyu.

Zong Zhengyu's heart tightened, and just as he picked up the weapon, he was hit on the chest.

“Hmm!”

He flew three or four meters, staggered to his feet, his chest ached and churned, and a fishy-sweet smell rushed up his throat.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He raised his palm, wiped away the blood with his fingertips, and narrowed his eyes:

"Seventh brother, did you come here overnight just to fight with me? I thought you had other requests."

He tapped on his side to remind.

Zong Zhengchen said nothing and attacked again.

Zong Zhengyu immediately drew his sword to block it.

The two men fought.

However, after only a dozen or so rounds, he was unable to defend himself anymore and retreated step by step. He was even forced into a corner. The sword in his hand fell to the ground, and before he could pick it up, a cold sword was held at his neck.

He stiffened slightly.

It was just a moment, but it was calm and unhurried.

Zong Zhengchen couldn't possibly kill him. He couldn't do such a thing.

In fact, Zong Zhengchen would not kill him.

Instead, he said, "I have been on the battlefield since I was a teenager. Over the years, I have fought in many battles and have gained a lot of experience. In terms of martial arts, you are no match for me."

Zong Zhengyu's expression paused slightly.

Zong Zhengchen looked down at him and continued, "When we were in the imperial capital, my father gave me every important task to do. Nine out of ten plans were my ideas. You are no match for me in terms of essays."

Zong Zhengyu looked unhappy.

Although what King Chen said was true...

However, when the facts are brought to light, stating them so plainly is not only hurtful, but also extremely embarrassing.

Whoever does poorly will be embarrassed.

The prince was embarrassed.

He is the crown prince of a country, but his cultural relics are not as good as those of King Chen, nor does he have military power. His reputation and prestige are not as high as those of King Chen. He is inferior to others in every way, which is really embarrassing.

"I won't kill you, but I want you to watch with your own eyes as I take away your things one by one, and you can only watch helplessly, unable to stop it."

Zong Zhengchen looked at him coldly and said word by word:

"I will make you regret what you did today!"

The long sword stuck hard into the ground.

Anyone who hurts Qin Ye must pay the price!