Variety Film and Television: Starting from the Legend of Zhen Huan

Wu Yan was treating the wound on his shoulder next to Zhao Ceying. Zhao Zongquan was still frightened, "Sit at home behind closed doors, disaster will come from the sky. Brother Ying, go clean up quickly and hide in the village outside for a few days. If another assassin comes, you will be killed." We can’t be found.”

Zhao Ceying looked directly at Zhao Zongquan with a strong sense of oppression.

"Father, do you have to give in like this? I have already asked people to find out. It was the king of Yan who sent people to assassinate him. They sent only one of the dead soldiers from a hundred. He deliberately wanted to put us to death. If we keep giving in, Yan will be killed one day. The king ascends the throne, can we still stay in Yuzhou?"

Zhao Zongquan frowned and stroked the edge of the cup, his eyes full of restlessness.

"King Yan? Yuzhou is a remote place. I have no connections and no noble background. Why does he keep an eye on me?"

Zhao Ceying chuckled lightly, "I'm afraid he took the edict of that day as the edict of establishing an heir."

Zhao Zongquan fell into silence, "What do you want?"

Zhao Ceying paused and spoke out his true thoughts.

"I asked the assassin, if we don't see the heads of our father and son, King Yan will send another group. In my opinion, we should go to Bianjing to see the official and tell him about today's assassination. Listen, if King Yong ascends the throne, we will have merit, and if King Yan ascends the throne, I am afraid that he will protect our father and son even more. Besides, now that something like this has happened, can Prince Yan still ascend the throne?"

Zhao Zongquan was a little moved, "It would be great if it was as simple as you said."

"We have some people on hand. We will borrow some from my uncle before we leave. We can pretend to be businessmen and we will be able to go to Beijing smoothly."

Zhao Zongquan took a sip of tea and shook his head. "It's still not right..."

Thinking of Mo Lan who was still awake in bed, the young man's expression became tense and he continued to refute.

"Father! What's wrong? It was Mo'er who blocked the knife for me today and saved my life. What about Gaiming?"

"Just let me think about it for one more night."

Zhao Zongquan recognized Zhao Ceying's words in his heart, but he still didn't dare to accept it and felt a little entangled in his heart.

He was thinking about whether it was more likely that King Yong would succeed to the throne in the future or that he would be killed by King Yan's men midway.

"Father, walk slowly."

Zhao Ceying couldn't help but sigh when she looked at Zhao Zongquan's back. Everyone else hoped that their sons would become successful, but he was expecting his father to become a successful dragon.

He could understand his father's hesitation. The father and his son had always been taken care of by the court. It was only because of his father's caution that they were able to live today, but he couldn't hide like his father just to survive.

"Uncle, Madam is awake, Yun Cao is changing dressing in the room." Someone outside knocked on the door.

"I'll go take a look right away."

Zhao Ceying stood up suddenly, and the stab wound on his shoulder was involved again. Wuyan quickly helped Zhao Ceying steady, "Sir, be careful."

inside the house.

Yun Cai saw that the wound spread to his entire waist. Mo Lan's skin was already fair, so the wound was even more obvious.

She couldn't help but feel frightened and a little sad. How could her girl have ever suffered like this?

Yuzhou is a peaceful place, why was it assassinated?

"Madam, please bear with me."

Yun Cai gently sprinkled the medicine on Mo Lan's back, "Hiss..." There was a throbbing pain.

"I'll do it, you go down first."

When Zhao Ceying came, she saw Yun Cai's pale pink nails sliding over the edge of the scar. The wound was scabbed and slightly red. When the powder was spilled, Mo Lan's shoulders were shaking.

Mo Lan's face was also frighteningly white.

Zhao Ceying was a military general who suffered many injuries and was very familiar with dressing wounds.

Zhao Ceying felt infinite guilt. He should have been injured, but now Mo'er suffered.

Mo Lan saw the cloth on Zhao Ceying's shoulder and asked worriedly, "Where are you injured?"

Zhao Ceying touched the wound on his shoulder, "They are all minor injuries, but they will heal in two days. But you...how could you be so stupid."

Not being able to protect the woman he loves is also a thorn in his heart, and it is also the motivation for him to want to go to Beijing.

Mo Lan leaned on the bed, "The assassin came for your life. I saw it and I can protect you, so I must do it."

Zhao Ceying seemed to hold Mo Lan's hand in her palm with some attachment, "Then Mo'er must always protect your husband."

Mo Lan laughed out loud, "How can any woman in the world protect her husband all the time?"

"You protected me twice. Once you inserted the knife into the assassin's chest without hesitation to give me a chance to breathe. The second time you pushed me away."

Zhao Ceying lay on the edge of the bed, habitually telling Mo Lan about today's events and his thoughts, just like he had done with military affairs before.

"Mo'er, as well as today's assassin, I have found out that he is an assassin sent by King Yan. I want to go to Bianjing to sue King Yan, not only to seek justice, but also to surrender to King Yong through this matter. "

Mo Lan looked at Zhao Ceying and asked sharply, "What did father say?"

Zhao Ceying said, "The attitude has become a little loose. I have already asked someone to contact my uncle. If I try to persuade him tomorrow, we will probably be able to set off."

Mo Lan nodded, "After you leave, I want to take my mother, aunt, and Sister Qi to our village to hide for a few days. I'm not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, if King Yan sends assassins again... …”

Zhao Ceying obviously didn't think of this problem, thought about it and said in a deep voice.

"Tonight, tonight you have to leave, and you have to leave quietly. Only my father, you, me, and a few peasant women know about that village. Those peasant women don't know my identity, and those assassins won't find out. By then I will There will be a few people left to protect you."

King Yan is obviously not an easy character to deal with. The first batch of assassins have not returned to Bianjing, so he will definitely send the second batch of assassins. Mo'er's idea is not wrong at all. They cannot be allowed to stay in Zhao Mansion as a living target before going to Bianjing. I don’t know how many hardships there were on the road, but I couldn’t take them to Bianjing.

Mo'er's thinking is indeed good. In order to ensure the safety of the female family members, she will leave tonight.

"Then you hurry up and discuss with mother. I'll ask Mr. Yun to pack his things, prepare the carriage, and leave through the back door."

"I'll do this. You have a good rest and recuperate is the most important thing."

Mo Lan's hand became tighter and tighter, "You know, my injury is not serious. It is a major matter related to the survival of the Zhao family. There are some things I can do and I want to do it."

Zhao Ceying sighed, "The Zhao family's affairs will affect you after all. I'm thinking, if I lose and die, don't wait for me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Lan covered his mouth.

"We are husband and wife, I believe you will come back."

After Mo Lan finished speaking, Zhao Ceying felt inexplicably relieved.

He will definitely come back.

The two of them didn't say much, and Zhao Ceying turned and left. The situation was tense and could not be delayed any longer.