Chapter 2003 Please let us go, Your Majesty!
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something strange behind him.
Zhu Feng turned around, nimbly grabbed a hand reaching out for his shoulder, and pulled it hard.
"ah!"
With a scream, a figure was pulled up from behind his shoulder, fell heavily to the ground, and let out another scream.
Ye Zheng and the others immediately jumped up and shouted, "There's an assassin!"
"careful!"
"Protect the Emperor!"
Ying Shao moved the fastest. He rushed forward in a flash and drew out the long sword from his waist. With a flash of cold light, he stabbed the man who fell to the ground.
At this moment, the old man rushed over and said, "No!"
Zhu Feng said: "Stop!"
In the blink of an eye, the tip of Ying Shao's sword was only a hair's breadth away from the old man's back when it stopped abruptly, and the sword energy almost hit his body, causing the old man to struggle violently as if he had been stabbed.
He trembled and said, "Don't do it! Don't kill him!"
Several people gathered around them and surrounded them in the center.
Zhu Feng walked over slowly and took a closer look, only to see a man in his thirties who had just been thrown to the ground by him. The old man was protecting him at the moment. He was grimacing in pain, but he seemed not to be afraid of the swords and knives all around him. He looked at them with wide eyes.
"You, who are you?"
“…”
"Why did you throw me?"
“…”
“It hurts.”
Xue Yun hurriedly walked forward, looked down at the man, and couldn't help frowning.
The old man protected him and said sadly, "He is not a bad man. He is my little son. Please don't hurt him."
Xiao Shiqi also ran over and hugged the man on the ground: "Uncle!"
The man looked at them in bewilderment: "What's going on? What's going on?"
Zhu Feng looked at him and said solemnly, "What do you want to do?"
The man looked at him and chuckled: "What should I do? I don't do anything."
“…”
"What are you doing?"
Ye Zheng was furious. He stepped forward, pointed at him, and said, "How dare you talk nonsense? Believe it or not, I can kill you with one sword!"
“No!”
The old man said in horror: "He really doesn't want to do anything? He, he's just an idiot, what can he do?"
"Chiba?"
Hearing these two words, Ye Zheng frowned and looked at the man.
Zhu Feng also looked at him.
The man was in his thirties and was considered handsome, but his eyes looked very innocent, or rather, lifeless, not even more mature than the kid named Xiao Shiqi.
Swords and knives were pointed at him all around, but he was not afraid at all.
He kept laughing at them.
Ordinary people would probably not smile so fearlessly when faced with such a scene.
But they still didn't dare to relax easily. After all, they were not familiar with this place. What if the other party was lying and suddenly tried to assassinate Zhu Feng? That would be disastrous.
At this moment, Xue Yun stepped forward and said softly, "Let me see."
Zhu Feng glanced at her and nodded slightly: "Yeah."
Xue Yun stepped forward, and while the old man was still on top of the young man, he flipped his eyelids, checked his pulse, and carefully examined his head. Then he stood up and said to Zhu Feng, "He is indeed..."
Zhu Feng frowned: "What's going on?"
Before the old man could answer, the young man on the ground started to struggle: "Let me up, let me up quickly."
Zhu Feng winked at the people around him.
Everyone helped the old man up and lifted the young man up, but they were afraid that he would do something wrong again, so they handcuffed his hands behind his back.
The old man felt distressed and said hurriedly, "Let me do it. Let me take him back to rest first."
The young man was obedient and was led into the inner room by his father. Through a tattered curtain, he could hear him whispering to comfort his son. After a while, the room became quiet.
Ye Zheng thought for a moment and asked Xiao Shiqi, "Boy, who is that man to you? Uncle?"
That little Seventeen nodded: "Yes."
"Has he always been like this?"
"Always."
"So, where's your dad?"
Xiao Shiqi blinked and pointed at the dark night outside the door: "Outside."
Ye Zheng was startled for a moment, and when he looked back, he saw a cemetery outside the door.
I understood immediately.
At this time, the old man came out from the inner room.
Zhu Feng sat back on the stool he had been sitting on before, watched him approach, and was about to speak when he saw the old man suddenly kneel down in front of him.
"Your Majesty, please let us go!"
“……!”
Zhu Feng's eyes suddenly widened.
What surprised him was not the old man's attitude. After all, Ye Zheng and Ying Shao had exposed his identity in a hurry just now - he could go back if he was angry. What surprised him was the old man's next sentence.
Let them go?
What's the meaning?
Are they here because of my orders?
He didn't remember any orders targeting this family or Yumen Pass after he ascended the throne.
So he said, "What did you say?"
When Little Seventeen saw his grandfather kneeling down, he hurried over to pull him back, but the old man dragged Little Seventeen down to kneel before Zhu Feng, saying earnestly and sorrowfully, "Quick, quick, beg the Emperor to release us. Only then can you leave here and see the sea you long to see."
The sea!
When Xiao Shiqi heard these two words, his eyes lit up.
He was a little confused, but he immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Zhu Feng as he was told.
The people around were all confused and didn't know what was going on. Zhu Feng looked at them solemnly and said, "You, who are you? Why did you let me let you go? Is your presence related to me?"
The old man said sadly: "Our presence here has nothing to do with the emperor. That is the business of our ancestors. But——"
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at Zhu Feng, tears glistening in his old eyes.
"But only the Emperor can free us from this place."
“…”
Zhu Feng was silent for a moment, then said, "Get up first, then we can talk."
The old man then stood up tremblingly, and Xiao Shiqi beside him also stood up. He looked at Zhu Feng with wide eyes, his face full of fear and confusion.
Zhu Feng waved his hand and said, "Please take a seat."
Everyone then brought another chair over and asked the old man to sit down.
Zhu Feng asked, "Who are you guys?"
The old man lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "My surname is Wen, my name is Wen Liyu, and this is my grandson Wen Bieyu."
“…”
“We were all born here.”
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