Chapter 429 Hu Shanxiang 20
It was a waste of time to carry water with a bamboo basket. Not to mention a bamboo basket, even if it was an iron basket, he would have to pour it out with a smile and shake the water inside three times at the old man's command.
He rushed to the imperial prison but still failed to get the words out of the three people's mouths first, so he had to reluctantly follow the emperor's order and take the three people to Jiming Temple.
As soon as he dismounted, King Zhao, who was in a bad mood, saw his nephew sitting pitifully at the door. The contrast made his mood, which had turned from sunny to cloudy, turn cloudy again.
“Hey, hey!”
After waking up Zhu Zhanji, who was blocking the doorway, with two slaps, Prince Zhao bared his trademark four front teeth and smiled brilliantly, "Nephew, why are you still guarding the door? Third uncle is not saying anything to you. If you really have nothing to do, come to my Northern Pacification Division. Second uncle will at least give you a job, so that you don't have to hang around here every day without seeing the emperor, right? Hahahaha!"
Zhu Zhanji, with his eyes wide open, leaned close to Prince Zhao's ear and laughed along: "Hahahaha, Second Uncle~ The Emperor's oral order~"
Prince Zhao knelt down with a loud thud:
"Saints be with you—"
Zhu Zhanji pursed his lips and smiled shyly, then took two steps forward. "I'm fine. The emperor has ordered that the three imperial prisoners accompanying Prince Zhao to the audience should do so. Your third uncle will wait outside."
As his eldest nephew chattered on, King Zhao watched the three prisoners he brought with him follow the wolf cub into the door in a flash, while he himself got nothing from the closed door. His mood changed from sunny to cloudy to overcast to drizzle.
Now it was his turn to sit at the door. When he saw his second brother, he only heard his second brother's words of blaming him. King Zhao was so angry that he glared at him and his heart began to rain again.
The door finally opened, and Prince Zhao hurried over: "I want to ask Your Majesty, what should be done with the three prisoners who came with me?"
"The prisoner? Where is he?"
King Zhao: ...The heavy rain turned into a thunderstorm.
The last and second to last place today still failed to make a comeback, which is a cause for celebration.
After listening to A Tian's retelling of the excitement of the day, Hu Shanxiang stood up with a smile and put on a thick coat. The moonlight like flowing water shone in, accompanied by a gentle breeze.
Hu Shanxiang simply opened the door and planned to go for a walk outside. Looking at the Jinyiwei who were responsible for protecting her safety, she smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry to bother you. You have to work overtime tonight. I really can't sleep these past two days."
The Jinyiwei naturally didn't dare to say anything, as this was their duty. Besides, even if she didn't take a walk, those of them on night duty couldn't sleep, and walking with her could help them stretch their muscles.
As the three of them walked under a small bridge, they saw a dark shadow rushing out. It was Nie Xing who had escaped with injuries.
“Who is it?”
The two Jinyiwei rushed out quickly, protected Hu Shanxiang behind them, and drew their swords at the newcomer.
There was only one path here, so Nie Xing had to either rush straight through it or backtrack and find another. He had escaped unscathed, still injured, so he shouldn't have gotten into a fight. But he was also in a hurry, and any later wouldn't guarantee his escape.
Nie Xing was thinking in a flash, and just as he was about to retreat, he heard the woman protected by the two men shout, "Who are you? Why have I never seen you before in Jiming Temple?"
He turned around and ran without looking back. He took only one step when he felt his right leg suddenly go numb. He fell forward uncontrollably. One of the Jinyiwei rushed forward and pinned him to the ground, while another fired a flare, which was a signal to summon his colleagues.
Hu Shanxiang paced slowly, holding up the lantern in her hand to illuminate his face. She then carefully examined his clothing, and then suddenly realized, "I heard that there were three guests at Jiming Temple today. I guess you must be Miss Sun's companion. Instead of lying in bed and recuperating at night, where is this brother going?"
Nie Xing gritted his teeth and said nothing. Seeing Hu Shanxiang unconsciously raise her foot and take another half step closer, he slowed down his breathing and his eyes gradually became sharper.
"Shanxiang!"
"Miss Hu!"
Two familiar voices echoed behind him. Nie Xing suppressed his excitement and watched the girl lift her head and look behind him. Her voice was filled with obvious confusion: "Grandson? Miss Sun? Why are you here?"
As he spoke, he took two steps forward, and Nie Xing's eyes flashed - now is the time!
The big man in black who had been pressed to the ground obediently suddenly jumped up and knocked the Jinyiwei to the ground. At the same time, he pulled out the sword from the Jinyiwei with one hand and strangled Hu Shanxiang's neck with the other hand, and put the blade that was shining with cold light on her neck.
"Nie Xing, what are you going to do?!"
Sun Ruowei was about to rush over, but she saw Nie Xing gently slash the knife inward. Hu Shanxiang only felt a sharp pain and then a burning sensation, and guessed that blood was drawn.
Sure enough, Zhu Zhanji grabbed Sun Ruowei who was about to run forward and threw her to the ground. He stared at the faint bloodstain on Hu Shanxiang's neck. Thick darkness rolled in his eyes. His tense body was ready to pounce, as if he would pounce on the audacious bastard and tear him to pieces at any time.
As the most at ease hostage on the scene, Hu Shanxiang was the first to notice that Zhu Zhanji's hand holding the sword at his waist was trembling slightly, but this was not because of fear.
This is the Crown Prince's adrenaline coming up.
"Nie Xing, release the hostages, and I can still give you a chance to live."
The sound, like that of a deep pool, complemented the cool environment of the night, and even Hu Shanxiang shuddered when she heard it.
Unfortunately, Nie Xing didn't care about the chance to survive given by others. He forced himself to hold on, and seeing that Zhu Zhanji and Sun Ruowei were both nervous, he smiled and said, "I already know who she is, Crown Prince. Your grandfather's savior is in my hands. Do you think you can still threaten me?"
Zhu Zhanji didn't even raise his eyelids. He sneered and said, "Really? It seems you really don't understand me."
As he spoke, he pulled out the long knife from his waist. Without even looking at it, he thrust it to his side. The tip of the knife, also gleaming with cold light, faced Sun Ruowei's bright eyes, less than a finger's distance away. "Now let's see, who is more important, the woman in your hand who was lucky enough to save my grandfather, or the companion who grew up with you as a childhood friend."
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