Chapter 84: Sharing Hardships
A black figure immediately stood in front of Song Huaixi.
He was the shadow guard left for him by Zhao Fangye.
Song Huaixi found it magical that another person appeared out of nowhere. Open your eyes and look at them.
The shadow guard stood in front of Song Huaixi, staring at the scarred man in front of him with his sharp eyes.
Guarded posture: "Who are you?"
Seeing that Song Huaixi was protected by special shadow guards, the scarred man guessed that he might be a member of the Song family.
When they saw his extraordinary appearance, they recognized him as the Princess Ning.
"Princess, I am Feng Zhen. I have come to see the prince with no intention of offending you."
Feng Zhen's tone was calm, not as vicious as he looked.
When Song Huaixi heard him mention Zhao Fangye, he immediately became excited. Zhao Fangye had disappeared since early morning and he didn't know where he was.
Without the previous guard, he walked up to him and said, "You know where Zhao Fangye is, right? Can you take me there?"
Seeing that this man did not look like an assassin, the shadow guard stepped aside. His eyes were still keeping an eye on the two people's movements.
Feng Zhen silently looked at the young man in gorgeous clothes in front of him, and when he heard him call Prince Ning by his name, he became more certain of his guess.
It seems that this is the foolish male wife that Prince Ning was granted marriage to.
He doesn't look like a fool, but you can feel the difference between him and ordinary people from his words. He seems to be simpler than normal people.
Is this the reason why Prince Ning was willing to openly rebel in order to save the Song family?
Feng Zhen retracted his gaze and extended his hand to make a gesture of invitation: "Of course, Princess, please follow me."
Seeing that he agreed, Song Huaixi immediately followed him.
At this time, Zhao Fangye had just come out of a room. There were some blood stains on the robe.
His handsome face was gloomy, and his narrow eyes were fierce.
Taking the handkerchief handed to him by the servant, Zhao Fangye carefully wiped the blood stains on his hands.
He tilted his head and said in a slightly cold voice: "From now on, there is no need to withhold his food. Send it as usual."
"yes!"
The servant responded, and then said, "Your Majesty, the princess is here and General Feng is here too.
Hearing that Song Huaixi was coming, Zhao Fangye turned around and was about to leave as if he remembered something.
Then he turned back and said, "Go prepare a set of clean clothes."
Song Huaixi was sitting in the meeting study, full of curiosity, walking around the study.
He hasn't been here yet.
Fiddling with the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, he remembered that he seemed to have not read for a long time.
I kind of miss the time when I was with Zhao Fangye and heard his name.
When he walked into the study, Zhao Fangye saw him fiddling with paper and pen.
She walked up to him, put her arm around his waist and said in an intimate tone, "Why are you here? Have you had breakfast?"
"Eat!" Song Huaixi touched his stomach which had not yet digested the food. Looking at him, she said with a complaining tone: "I ate a lot, and now I feel full."
Zhao Fangye curled his lips, pulled him to sit behind the desk, and rubbed his stomach with his hand: "I'll ask Doctor Ouyang to bring you some hawthorn pills to help you digest food."
Song Huaixi sat on his lap and nodded: "Okay."
Feng Zhen saw the interaction between the two and was somewhat surprised that Prince Ning had such an expression.
After all, he was so ruthless when he ordered people to encircle and suppress the rebels in Hanzhou.
If he hadn't seen the situation clearly and surrendered voluntarily. I'm afraid that all the passionate young men in Hanzhou are now reduced to a pile of bones.
I thought Prince Ning was an unkind and cold-faced demon, but I didn't expect him to be so accommodating to that young man.
There was an unconscious curiosity in his eyes, curious about what magic he had that could capture Zhao Fangye's heart.
Noticing Feng Zhen's gaze on Song Huaixi, Zhao Fangye said in a somewhat cold tone, "General Feng, what do you want to see me about?"
As early as when he took the rebel army under his command, Zhao Fangye had already promised Feng Zhen the position of general.
Now his rebel army is also stationed together with the personal guards that Zhao Fangye did not have time to take away.
Feng Zhen stepped forward and saluted: "Your Majesty, according to your order, the rebel army has been assembled and can set out to the northwest at any time."
"Well. The king will make the decision on the day of departure. Go down." Zhao Fangye raised his eyes indifferently.
"Yes." Seeing that the report was completed, Feng Zhen did not want to stay any longer and turned to leave.
Hanzhou is peaceful, but the situation is different on the other side.
Groups of people were sent to kill Song Huaixi one after another.
The two people who originally wanted to travel light only considered how to divert the enemy's attention as quickly as possible. But I didn't want to underestimate the enemy's persistence.
Just half an hour ago, another wave of enemies came to kill Song Huaixi. This time, the two of them failed to escape successfully.
Sun Shuo was no match for four hands with his two fists, and he was inevitably injured while fighting with the assassin and protecting Liang Xiuzhu.
Covering his wound, Sun Shuo held his sword to block the assassin's attack and said to Liang Xiuzhu, who was terrified in the carriage, "What are you still standing there for! Go!"
Seeing him fighting with the assassin and blood gushing from the wounds on his body, how could Liang Xiuzhu leave him so easily?
After all, we have been through thick and thin together these days.
What's more, he has no martial arts skills. If he leaves, what would he do if he encounters an assassin alone?
"I won't leave! If you want to leave, let's go together!" Liang Xiuzhu gritted his teeth and rushed in between the two fighting people with a sword in hand.
His hand was shaking as he held the sword, but he still wanted to lend him a helping hand.
Sun Shuo paused when he saw him trembling with the sword in his hand.
I am really impressed. What’s the point of showing off if you don’t know martial arts!
Although he felt disgusted, he still blocked the assassin's sword for him.
He seized the opportunity, grabbed Liang Xiuzhu's collar and flew several feet away.
The assassin behind them pursued them relentlessly and forced them to a cliff.
Liang Xiuzhu looked at the cliff behind him and then at the assassin in front of him. I feel so sad that I can't even cry. It seems like he is really going to die here.
He felt sad. He hadn't lived enough. He hadn't even touched a girl's hand.
How could a young talent like him die in vain in the wilderness...
"Oh my god! This is so unfair..."
When Sun Shuo saw him crying alone, disgust almost overflowed from his eyes.
It's bad enough that a grown man looks feminine, but why is he so spineless?
After taking a look at the cliff behind him, he made up his mind, grabbed Liang Xiuzhu and jumped down.
“Aa ...
Before he fell to his death, Sun Shuo felt that he was going to be shouted to death by Liang Xiuzhu beside him.
Taking a deep breath and tapping the cliff with his foot, Sun Shuo reached out and grabbed a vine on the cliff.
Holding Liang Xiuzhu in one hand, he said, "What are you yelling for? It's so noisy!"
"No! Big Brother! Why don't you ask me before you jump!"
Liang Xiuzhu immediately retorted, looking up at the height below him, feeling like he was about to be scared to death.
She held Sun Shuo's arm tightly, but kept complaining: "At least I have to choose the way I die!"
Sun Shuo was already annoyed because he was hurt, and he was too lazy to listen to his nagging; "If you keep nagging, I'll throw you down!"
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