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Zhi Yuan followed Tong'er out of the room where King Cheng hosted the banquet, but the leading servants brought them to a slightly remote courtyard, Zhi Yuan was secretly vigilant.

When there were only the two of them left in the room, Tong'er suddenly got up and poured a cup of tea for Zhi Yuan, and brought it in front of him, saying, "Young Master is really lucky to become the wife of His Royal Highness Ze Wang."

Zhi Yuan glanced at the cup of tea, didn't drink it, but said, "Why did you follow Chen Shilang?"

Tong'er smiled: "Because the son was taken away by King Ze, King Cheng had to throw me to Chen Shilang."

Zhi Yuan frowned thinking about his words: "You mean, King Cheng wanted to give me to Chen Ziye?"

Tong'er couldn't stop laughing, and her tone became ruthless: "Why? Why can you be the prince's wife, but I can only be a male servant for a servant?"

Zhi Yuan looked at him indifferently: "What do you want?"

Tong'er suddenly took a few steps back and sat next to the pillar. His sudden loss of strength made Zhi Yuan finally realize that something was wrong.Looking at the incense next to him suddenly, Zhi Yuan realized that the strength in his body was losing, he lay down on the table, and said to Tong'er: "You used empty color!"

Before the words were finished, the door was opened. Chen Ziye came in with a full face and closed the door. He first glanced at Tong'er who was curled up next to the pillar, and then approached Zhi Yuan: "The things in Yuanyanglou are really good, this thing is really good. It's only for you."

Zhiyuan watched Chen Ziye approaching him weakly, stroking his face, and looking at Tong'er bitterly.Tong'er smiled at him: "Didn't you ask me what I want? I think you will become like me."

Zhi Yuan only felt that Tong'er's smile made him feel cold all over, and felt that Chen Ziye was hugging him, but she couldn't exert any strength to push him away.

Chen Ziye hugged Zhiyuan and pressed him on the table, reaching out to pull his clothes.

The door was kicked open suddenly, and a figure rushed over and kicked Chen Ziye to the ground.

Ling Wenze hurriedly gathered Zhiyuan's clothes and hugged him in his arms, looking at Chen Ziye who was kicked by him and lying on the ground covering his descendants and screaming with red eyes: "You're fucking tired of working!"

Cheng Wang stood leisurely at the door and said, "Oh, what's wrong?"

Ling Wenze glanced at him, and smiled angrily: "His Royal Highness, please don't tell me you don't know anything!"

King Cheng spread his hands at him: "I really don't know."

Ling Wenze snorted coldly, picked up Zhiyuan and walked out with a dark face, Zhiyuan buried her head in his arms, her left hand tightly clutching his skirt.

Seeing Ling Wenze leaving with Zhi Yuan in his arms, Cheng Wang smiled and looked at Tong'er curled up on the side and Chen Ziye on the ground: "Send them back."

When Tong'er was lifted up, he felt sad in his heart, and he finally understood——

Before, Chen Ziye wanted to give Zhi Yuan a shot, but it was King Cheng who asked him to change to Kong Shi, which only relieved Zhi Yuan of her strength.And Ling Wenze's appearance at this time was naturally acquiesced by King Cheng.Cheng Wang didn't want Chen Ziye to succeed, he just wanted to disgust Ze Wang.If Chen Ziye really succeeded, even if Zhi Yuan was just a young lady, she would still be King Ze's official wife. When Chen Ziye's life was lost, King Cheng would be implicated to some extent.But in the current situation, even if King Ze had abolished Chen Ziye, he would not bring this matter up to the emperor.

It's just that I'm afraid that my future life will be even more difficult...

On the carriage, Ling Wenze hugged Zhi Yuan in his arms, and carefully wiped his face and hands with a handkerchief.

Zhi Yuan gradually recovered his strength, he moved, and said to Ling Wenze: "Ah Ze, I'm fine."

Only then did Ling Wenze realize that the two people's posture was very ambiguous, so he let go of him, and sat by himself: "Did they drug you?"

Zhi Yuan shook her head: "It's empty color, colorless and odorless mist, used by the young lady in Yuanyanglou, it's only useful for Tong'er and me. It just relieves us of our efforts."

Ling Wenze had a sullen face and didn't speak any more. Zhi Yuan looked at his expression and opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

The atmosphere of silence spread all the way to King Ze's Mansion.

As soon as the carriage stopped, Ling Wenze lifted the curtain and went down.

Zhi Yuan was stunned for a moment, then got up and followed.Just now he said that he was fine in order to reassure Ling Wenze, but the remaining power of the drug was still there, every step he took he felt his legs and feet were weak and his eyes were dizzy, but he still tried his best to follow behind Ling Wenze.

The servants of Prince Ze's Mansion saw that the atmosphere between the two was not right, no one dared to say anything, they all shrank to one side, hoping that they would not be affected.

Zhi Yuan stared at Ling Wenze's back fading away in a daze, and suddenly remembered that Ling Wenze was not from this dynasty in the first place, and felt a sense of sadness in her heart: It seems...he has no way to catch this person.

Ling Wenze walked ahead sullenly, feeling that he had never been so upset after living for so many years.He only thought that Tong'er was nothing to be afraid of, but he didn't expect that there would be Miyan.He had known Chen Ziye's dirty mind for a long time, but he still let Zhi Yuan out of his sight.If he didn't arrive in time today... Ling Wenze thought that he shouldn't just let Zhi Yuan exercise, but should find someone who knows martial arts to teach him some kung fu.

Thinking of this, Ling Wenze realized that Zhi Yuan hadn't followed. He turned around and saw Zhi Yuan standing a dozen steps away from him, with a pale face and a desolate expression.

Ling Wenze felt a pain in his heart, and hurried over to hug him in his arms: "I'm sorry, I was angry with myself and failed to protect you well."

Zhi Yuan lowered her head, raised her left hand and pushed Ling Wenze away: "Zhi Yuan is just a pawn in His Highness's hands, I dare not be His Highness's apology."

Ling Wenze quickly defended after hearing his address: "It's not a pawn!"

Zhi Yuan looked up at him: "What is that?"

Looking into Zhi Yuan's eyes, Ling Wenze hesitated and said: "Yes... a friend, a partner."

Zhi Yuan clenched her fists: "What if what I want is not a friend or a partner?"

The affection in Zhi Yuan's eyes made Ling Wenze dare not look directly at him. He knew what Zhi Yuan meant, and he also admitted that he was moved, but now he couldn't make any promises to Zhi Yuan: What would happen if the experiment was not completed?What happens when the countdown ends?If he responded to Zhi Yuan, but left this world after the countdown ended, what would Zhi Yuan do if the original third prince returned to this body?

Ling Wenze's silence and dodging eyes made Zhiyuan's heart a little colder, he walked around Ling Wenze and staggered forward.

Looking at him, Ling Wenze felt bored in his heart, told his servants to take care of Zhi Yuan, prevented anyone from following, then turned his head and walked outside.

Ling Wenze originally wanted to find a restaurant to have a good drink to relieve his boredom, but he didn't expect that the night was dark and the wind was high, and the ordinary restaurants had already closed their doors, and the ones that were open at this point were the Yuanyanglou.

When he heard the bustling voices and his eyes were bright, Ling Wenze realized that he was already standing at the gate of Yuanyang Building.

After struggling for a while, Ling Wenze still didn't go in: he was afraid of meeting someone who knew him, and when he said that he was just here for a drink, who would believe it?In fact, it doesn't matter whether others believe it or not, he is mainly afraid of Zhi Yuan's misunderstanding.

So Ling Wenze sighed deeply, turned around and was about to go home, and then felt a black shadow flash past on the wall of the alley not far away in the corner of his vision.

Could this be the legendary qinggong?Blinking, Ling Wenze looked at the dark alleyway not far away, thinking that even if there was any danger, he could hide in the laboratory, so he walked over there with his legs open.

As soon as he carefully turned into the alleyway, a sword was placed on his neck. The cold touch made Ling Wenze tremble, and he almost hit his neck against the sharp blade.Borrowing the not so bright moonlight, Ling Wenze said to the black silhouette in front of his eyes, "Hero, please spare me, I just came here to take a look out of curiosity."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Wenze smelled blood, and only then realized that the person in front of him was probably injured.

The black shadow put away the sword, leaned against the wall and said: "You don't know martial arts, you didn't come to kill me."

Ling Wenze nodded vigorously: "I just haven't seen anyone who knows martial arts, so I want to take a look."

Sombra fell silent, as if he felt a little speechless for his reason.

Ling Wenze asked him suddenly: "Hero seems to be good at martial arts?"

Heiying raised his head, saw Ling Wenze's gaze was on his face, and said, "You can't see at night, and you can't even see my face clearly, how do you know I'm good at martial arts?"

"Appearance has nothing to do with martial arts." Ling Wenze complained, "Just say you are good at martial arts, right?"

Heiying nodded: "My name is Yingqian."

Ling Wenze was taken aback when he heard that: Good guy, Dongfang Wo just gave him a science popularization during the day, but he bumped into him at night.

So Ling Wenze also nodded: "My name is Ling Wenze."

Ying Qian sized him up: "Are you King Ze?"

Ling Wenze was happy: "You know me?"

"The name of the royal family's children is taboo, and I have naturally heard of it."

Ling Wenze didn't care too much: "You haven't answered my question yet, are you good at martial arts?"

After a long silence, Ying Qian said, "The name Ying Qian is number one in the world."

Ling Wenze suddenly reached out and touched the sword in his hand, Ying Qian froze, but still let him move.

Ling Wenze held his sword in his hand, thinking in his heart, "I didn't expect this thing to look frivolous, but it's quite heavy when you hold it", but he said: "Is it because this sword is the best in the world?" Although he couldn't see the shape of the sword clearly, the reflection on the thin blade and the touch made Ling Wenze conclude that it was a peerless sword—for Ling Chao.

Ying Qianmo was silent, because what Ling Wenze said was right, if it wasn't for this sword, the title of number one in the world should belong to his former senior brother.

Ling Wenze returned the sword to him: "Actually, I've heard of your name, aren't you a generation of heroes? Why did you get so miserable?"

Yingqian only thought that His Highness King Ze really couldn't chat, but he also thought that this person was quite interesting, and he didn't look like a child of the royal family at all. He said: "With treasure in hand, it is easy to be hated by others."

Ling Wenze knew that this was the sword he was talking about, so he smiled and said sincerely: "I'll help you make this sword better, and you can help me teach someone martial arts!"

Yingqian didn't believe that Ling Wenze would modify the sword, so he grabbed the silver blade tightly: "The silver blade is already number one in the world, and there is no need for any modification."

Ling Wenze complained in his heart: That's because you didn't meet me.

After thinking about it, he changed the question: "You are being hunted down now, do you have a place to go?"