Fragrance in the wind

After sailing for about half a day, the boat docked, and Wang Taiyi and others were already waiting in a carriage to pick them up.

Zizhou stepped on the shore and looked back at Putuo Mountain involuntarily. It was covered by clouds and mist, and he couldn't see its face clearly. He hated Putuo Mountain, Yan Xing's smile, and their white color. At this moment, he became nostalgic. Zizhou never could have imagined the indissoluble bond between him and Mount Putuo...

With a sound of the whip, the carriage drove away decisively. Zizhou leaned on the cushion with squinted phoenix eyes, and the flickering shadow of his long eyelashes reflected on his bruised lower eyelids, like the wings of a butterfly. The spots on the neck are still ferocious, and the wounds on the shoulders that have been simply treated are faintly oozing blood.

After going back last night, Zizhou didn't sleep all night. The few days of comfortable life in Mount Putuo even subtly faded his original intention. He should thank Chunyufeng for returning to the palace this time.If it wasn't for him, how could he arouse his hatred for him.He must find out and show him, only in this way can he ease the public opinion and restore his reputation in the court.

First of all, the person who can hide in the palace and blame himself can only show that this person can never be too far away from them. He once suspected Chunyufeng but there is really no good reason. How could he harm his favorite prince? , and what is his purpose?What benefit can be gained from it?All these things are beyond Zizhou's imagination, not only that, the person behind this can escape Chunyufeng's sharp eyes, even in Mount Putuo, there is Meng Guxin as a bait, who on earth has such a ability?

While meditating, "cough...cough" Zizhou suddenly rubbed his lips and coughed for a while, thinking that he probably got cold at night.

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhi raised his head to lift the curtain, looked into the charming scene in the car, and said habitually: "Is Your Highness feeling unwell? Let Doctor Wang take a look for you."

Zizhou calmed down his cough, blushed slightly and said, "No problem! Haven't you returned to the palace these days?"

"The rules of Putuo Mountain, the slaves can only wait with His Majesty in Putuo City, and cannot stay overnight."

Zizhou snorted coldly, touched the wound on his shoulder, and frowned in pain: "What about others?"

Fu Zhi used to reply: "Important matters in the court are urgently awaiting His Majesty's presence, so His Majesty is taking the first step."

After hearing Fu Zhi's reply, Zizhou continued to close his eyes and meditate, and stopped talking, and Fu Zhi also understood what His Highness meant at this time, don't disturb!Even so, Fu Zhi couldn't just leave His Highness, who was coughing all the time, alone.

At night, they found an inn to check in, and the accompanying doctor Wang prepared the medicine, and when Zizhou finished his meal, Fu Zhi brought it up, thinking that he had to coax and command while seducing him like His Majesty. Persuasion, or just drop it if it doesn't work, who knows that when the medicine was served, His Highness drank it all without saying a word, and Fu Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.

After rinsing his mouth, Zizhou rubbed his lips and fell into deep thought. He didn't regain his senses until the slightest pain came from his lips. He glanced at Fu Zhi who was standing in front of him with his head bowed. Is something wrong?"

Fu Zhi thought for a while, lowered his eyebrows and nodded, "It's nothing serious. After all, the crown prince died, and he was in a state mourning period, and the country cannot live without a king. His majesty has been out of the palace for too long!"

After pondering for a while, Zizhou frowned and asked, "What clues are there so far about the prince's death?"

"Although no major progress has been made, the feathered arrow used by the assassin has finally found some clues. The feathered arrow was imitated by the royal forging. The junction of the arrows is not reasonable. It is obviously different from the other arrows used by His Highness. It's a big deal, but the rumors about His Highness the Sixth Highness were not as intense as they were at the beginning, and the incident of His Highness drinking poison to save his brother calmed down a bit."

Zizhou lowered his eyes, his eyebrows changed into a look of sadness, and said in a low voice: "Eunuch Fu, you are someone Chunyufeng trusts, but I, a fake prince, have nothing. You are the only one who can help me right now!"

Fu Zhi's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly knelt on his knees: "If Your Highness says so, then you will be a disgrace to this slave. This slave loves His Highness, and seeing His Highness grow up, this slave is willing to help His Highness."

After a long while, the room was quiet, Fu Zhi was puzzled, Zizhou suddenly said: "Well! Get out! I'm asleep!" Yu Luo took off his shoes and turned over to sleep, Fu Zhi shook his head and said: "The servant is waiting at the door Come on, if you have anything to do, just order!" After finishing speaking, he quietly retreated, muttering in his heart from time to time, and said the words of His Highness Six again.

At the end of summer, in the middle of the night, the cicadas chirping on the trees did not intend to stop there, and the harassing Zizhou was always in a state of half asleep and half awake.

At this moment, the sound of opening the window sounded "吱~呀". Although the sound was not loud, it was extremely piercing in the middle of the night. Zizhou suddenly opened his eyes, but he didn't get up and just lay quietly and listened carefully. For a long while, But there was nothing else, just at that moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came from downstairs, which seemed to become clearer.

Zizhou sat up, looked around the bedroom, but found no trace.Suddenly, his eyes fell on the shadow on the ground reflected on the mottled window lattice by the moonlight, and the little blood marks added a touch of beauty to the shadow marks, but he didn't know that during the investigation, there was already a dagger on Zizhou's neck. Zhou was startled, staring at a black-clothed boy who appeared out of nowhere, and sighed in his heart that such a young age has come and gone without a trace.

"Aren't you afraid?" the boy asked in a low voice, with a painful expression on his face.

After a while, Zizhou smiled lightly, glanced at the wound in the boy's belly and said calmly, "Now only I can help you!"

The young man was slightly stunned, and with a flash of light under his sword eyebrows, he said: "We have never met before, and I am holding you with a knife, why are you willing to help me?"

"Even if you are injured, my kung fu is not equal to yours, of course it is to save your life." While speaking, Zizhou kept staring at the change in the young man's expression, and Zizhou could feel that there was no murderous intent on this man.

After a stalemate for a while, Zizhou lowered his eyes, raised his hand and slowly moved the dagger around his neck away with his fingertips. Although the young man was a little hesitant, he saw that Zizhou was right. Zizhou's life could be killed with a snap of his fingers, so he put the dagger in his pocket.

The boy's keen ears moved, and he suddenly said: "They are here!"

Zizhou listened patiently for a long time but couldn't hear anything, so he asked, "Who is chasing you?"

The boy nodded, and the hands pressing on his abdomen continuously spilled blood from the gap.

Zizhou took off his nightgown, wrapped it around the boy's wound, and said in a low voice, "Go to bed!"

Seeing Zizhou's naked upper body and the dense bruises on his neck, the young man blushed in embarrassment, and finally made up his mind, rolled over on the bed, and lay on his side.

Zi Zhou, with his upper body bare, got out of bed quickly and silently, wiped off the blood remaining between the window lattices with a silk handkerchief, and then got back on the bed, putting down the curtains between the bed lattices.

The inside instantly became pitch black, with only four star-like eyes staring dryly, blinking from time to time.After an unknown amount of time, Zizhou pushed the boy with his shoulder, and glanced outside, asking if he left?

The young man nodded his head with difficulty, but he was unable to utter a sound, and his breathing became short.

"Hey... Hey..." Zizhou shook him a few times, the boy frowned and said in a daze, "I... I'm fine!" Then he passed out completely. The color is blue and purple, the blood vessels all over the body are blue and cracked, it seems to be a kind of poison.

With his head propped up, Zizhou looked thoughtfully at the young man with deep-eyed sword eyebrows and a square face for a while, wondering whether he should be saved or not.never mind!The less trouble, the better.Standing up, he was about to call Fu Zhi, when he suddenly realized that although Fu Zhi is a father-in-law, he has been by his father's side all year round, and he is not lazy, but even he has not noticed the arrival of this group of people, which shows the ability of this young man.

Thinking of this, the light in Zizhou's eyes flickered, and at that moment it was actually brighter than the stars in the sky. He vaguely remembered that there are rules in the rivers and lakes, and taking another look at the comatose young man is a life anyway. Bu Fan had a murderous look on his brows, but he never thought of killing himself, which meant that this young man would not kill innocent people.

Thinking of it, he tried to lift the blanket, and the smell of blood came out immediately. Zizhou tore off the clothes in his abdomen, but he saw black and purple dirty blood continuously coming out of the deep wound.

Zizhou sighed, thinking he was unlucky, and deeply felt that he had to do some unsure things again, so he could only grit his teeth to help him clean up the dirty blood from the wound, the young man gasped in pain, his hands began to mess Grabbing, in a panic, he suddenly caught Zizhou's shoulder, and squeezed his hand fiercely, not letting go, Zizhou's face suddenly turned pale, and the shoulder prescription gradually healed. Drop by drop, it dripped into the teenager's abdomen and slid to his wound, penetrated into the body, and flowed into the blood vessels.

Zizhou reluctantly broke away the boy's hand, stuffed the torn bloody clothes into his hand, let him hold it, stared at the boy's face, gnashed his teeth and said, "Boy! How dare you repay your kindness with revenge."

The boy's facial features were distorted and he took a few breaths, his consciousness still in a coma.

"Forget it! I'm a good person to the end, but I can't do anything about your poison, I can only see your good luck!" Zizhou muttered a few words, and continued to apply the medicine Yan Xing gave him to treat trauma on the boy.

Half a moment later, the dressing was over.Zizhou got off the bed, looked at the injury on his shoulder, and finally couldn't help but think of that night, sure enough, he was playing with firecrackers; sure enough, they were not suitable for harmonious coexistence.Thinking about it, he leaned on the table and looked at the sky outside the window...

Early in the morning, Zizhou was woken up by the unhurried knock on the door, and then went to the bed, but no one was there.

Zizhou secretly sighed, as expected, it was almost the same.

At this moment, Fu Zhi had pushed the door open and entered the room, looking at the blood on the bed, his eyes were about to pop out of shock, and he said with a tongue stuck: "His... Your Highness! Are you hurt?"

Zi Zhou turned his back to Fu Zhi and said while changing his clothes: "Isn't Eunuch Fu clearer than anyone else where I got hurt?"

These words really choked Fu Zhi, thinking to himself, could it be that His Majesty came here last night?

Volume [-] War Chapter