Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

The spring thunder muffled, Fu Ling sat in the carriage, thinking about the situation in the capital, he couldn't help frowning.

Fu Ling came to Dayu when he was ten years old. He also studied with Prince Chengwang when he was young.During the ten years he stayed in Dayu, he was taciturn and silent, and he didn't get close to him when others didn't make friends with him. Therefore, in the past ten years, the only person who was close to him came to the capital last spring. Xie Zhao.

Being in the royal family and intelligent by nature, Fu Ling has always known the cruelty of the struggle for imperial power.In addition, as an outsider, he sometimes looks on coldly, and it is inevitable that he can see clearly than an insider. Therefore, after the crown prince and King Cheng entered the court a few years ago, Fu Ling knew that Dayu's clean days were numbered.

The prince who is gentle but whose mother died young, and the king who is favored by his ambitious mother, one wants to grab and the other wants to defend, life will naturally not be safe.

The court disputes and official transfers in the past six months have confirmed Fu Ling's conjecture: the royal family has never had family ties at all, whether it is Beiyan or Dayu, they are all the same.

Before Xie Zhao came, Fu Ling felt that everything was indifferent.He doesn't care about the prince's small thoughts, he doesn't care about becoming king's ambition, he doesn't care about the promotion and relegation of any ministers or generals in the capital.

Even if the entire Dayu people don't live in misery, what does it have to do with him?

He's just a proton.The gentry officials here are ashamed to be with him, and the people here call him a northern barbarian in front of him. Whether these people are dead or alive, good or bad, has nothing to do with him.

Unfortunately, after Xie Zhao came, everything changed.

Fu Ling still doesn't like Dayu, and doesn't like everything here, but there is Xie Zhao here, and there is such a good Xie Zhao.

Fu Ling thought, the crown prince, King Cheng and the others behind them are too annoying.They snatched their throne, their wealth and power, why must they drag Xie Zhao into the water?

The horse that was fed medicine in Lanyin Temple, the bandit in Quzhou, the late-night assassin when Xie Zhao returned from Quzhou, and the letter pointed to Xie Zhao found in Linzheng Villa are all in the scene. across the mind.

It was obvious that someone wanted Xie Zhao's life.Maybe there is more than one such person.

Thinking of this, Fu Ling couldn't help frowning slightly, worried in his heart: I don't know if Xie Zhao will encounter any danger during his absence?

But it's useless to go back now.

The reason why Fu Ling chose to return to Beiyan with Zeng Cheng is because Zeng Cheng protected Xie Zhao from Quzhou to the capital safely, and Fu Ling returned to Beiyan because he kept his promise with Zeng Cheng; secondly, because Fu Ling understood Even if he stayed, he couldn't protect Xie Zhao.

He and Xie Zhao were in danger that night at Lanyin Temple, and Liao Qingfeng could bring the Jinwu Guards to rescue them late at night; when Xie Zhao went to Quzhou, Pei Shaonan could send a map to help Xie Zhao prevent it from happening.

They could all help Xie Zhao, but he couldn't.

That night at Lanyin Temple, he fell down the hillside and into the river. Xie Zhao had a fever and passed out on his back. Fu Ling had no choice.

Xie Zhao fell into danger in Quzhou and was robbed by bandits. Due to his identity, Fu Ling couldn't rush to him in person.

Later, when people from the Ministry of Criminal Justice came to search Xie's house, Fu Ling stood in front of the door sick, but he still couldn't stop the people from the Ministry of Criminal Justice.

It was also on the night that Liao Qingfeng set fire to Xie Zhao's house, Fu Ling suddenly understood one thing - he wanted to go back to Beiyan, go back and get what he should have, and then use his own strength to protect Xie Zhao.

As a proton, he can only watch Xie Zhao fall into danger again and again.

So, he can't just be a proton.

The thunder rumbled in the sky above his head. Fu Ling was immersed in his own thoughts, when he suddenly heard Zeng Cheng's cold voice from outside.

"It's getting dark, but I haven't arrived at the station yet. Is it because I, Zeng, are starving everyone today?"

When he said this, the coachmen could only obediently agree, and drove their horses to speed up towards the post station.

After Zeng Cheng trained the coachman, he jumped into Fu Ling's carriage.

He lifted the curtain, looked at Qi Lan in the carriage, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "You are Qi Lan?" You go out for a while, don't come up without my order."

This meant to be alone with Fu Ling.

Although Zeng Cheng's momentum was astonishing, Qi Lan was not frightened.

He looked at Fu Ling hesitantly, seeing that Fu Ling nodded slightly in agreement, he obediently got out of the carriage, sat with the groom outside, and left the space in the carriage to Fu Ling and Zeng Cheng.

Fu Ling looked at Zeng Cheng with calm eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Master Zeng, what do you want to say to me?"

"I just came to talk to His Highness about the news I just heard a few days ago."

Zeng Cheng stretched his legs, crossed his hands behind his head, and leaned lazily on the carriage: "You should also know that there may be some people Beiyan wants you to go back now, but it definitely does not include two people."

Speaking of this, Zeng Cheng smiled and said with emotion: "The royal family is a fickle lover..." He raised his eyes to Fu Ling and smiled maliciously: "Maybe after you return to Beiyan, you will soon take Mr. Xie Forget it. What a pity, thank you, my lord."

Fu Ling warned coldly: "I hope Mr. Zeng understands that Xie Zhao is not something you can just make fun of."

Seeing the sullen look in his eyes, Zeng Cheng snorted, "Are you really here with Mr. Xie?"

He laughed as if he had heard a joke: "No way, you actually thought you could meet Mr. Xie again? Since then, you have skyrocketed in Beiyan, and your wealth is boundless. How can you have the opportunity to come back? Yes. If you want to come back, it depends on whether the officials of the court will agree."

Zeng Cheng bent his lips into a smile, and said lightly, "You should understand that if you leave today, you and Mr. Xie will be separated by mountains and rivers, and you will never see each other."

Mountains and rivers are separated, never meet

These eight words made Fu Ling's eyes sink.

"Have you finished what Mr. Zeng said?"

Fu Ling's eyes were frosty, and his voice was colder than ice: "Go out when you're done talking—I don't need Mr. Zeng to dictate my affairs."

Seeing that he really seemed to be making Fu Ling angry, Zeng Cheng curled his lips and changed the subject sensibly: "What I want to tell you is that although I have a lot of elite soldiers with me, this road is dangerous. I hope His Highness will do it. Get ready."

He joked: "I can escort His Highness back, but I don't guarantee that His Highness will not lack arms or legs."

When he said this, Zeng Cheng's tone was teasing, but his face was clearly full of relief.

Fu Ling knew Zeng Cheng's abilities, so he wasn't worried. He said firmly, "It's my good elder brother and second brother who want to attack?"

"Who else but those two?"

Zeng Cheng sighed: "Your Majesty is in a hurry to call you back. There has been news from the court officials that he wants you to inherit the throne. How do you think the first prince and the second prince can sit still?"

He looked a little distressed: "Forget about the second prince, the first prince who seemed honest and honest in the past actually wants to get involved. This really gave me a new understanding of the first prince."

Fu Ling heard the big brother in his memory who always huddled in the corner silently, and couldn't help but smile.

"It's nothing incredible." His eyes were cold, and he said lightly: "My good second brother was rejected. If I also die on the way back, he will naturally be the biggest beneficiary."

Zeng Cheng clicked his tongue and repeated: "Most of the royal family are fickle lovers, I'm really right."

Speaking of this, he squatted for a while, and suddenly looked at Fu Ling with a smile: "But I think His Highness is not a fickle lover. After I escorted His Highness back to Ningyi, His Highness can't cross the river and tear down the bridge to kick me."

Thinking of the few months in the store in the capital, Zeng Cheng felt that he had done a lot of hard work, and if Fu Ling got a position, he would be able to follow him no matter what.

Fu Ling heard what he meant: "Master Zeng's is indispensable."

Hearing the promise, Zeng Cheng immediately showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Just the next second, the smile disappeared from his face.

Zeng Cheng straightened up suddenly, pricked up his ears and listened attentively.The next moment, he grinned excitedly, and hummed, "It's really courageous to do it so soon."

Facing Fu Ling's calm and composed appearance, Zeng Cheng admired him a little.He got up and strode out of the carriage, only leaving a quick sentence to Fu Ling: "Your Highness, stay in the carriage and don't come out, I'll come back quickly."

A group of people just arrived in a woods now.

The sky was dark, the forest was deep and quiet, only the rustling sound of the leaves being blown by the wind could be clearly heard.Zeng Cheng ordered everyone to stay where they were, feeling the inexplicable chill atmosphere in the darkness, and said expressionlessly, "Draw out the sword—"

The people who followed him were all elite soldiers selected from Beiyan. These people were all the best soldiers selected from the battlefield. Therefore, when they heard Zeng Cheng's words at this moment, no one showed any expression of surprise or fear.

With a bang, more than a hundred long knives were pulled out neatly and neatly. Under the clear moonlight, the silver-white knives reflected the eyes of the elite soldiers who were not at all turbulent.

pat.

The sound of a branch being trampled short could not have been softer in the night, but this short sound was like a horn, igniting an atmosphere that was about to explode.Zeng Cheng stood beside Fu Ling's carriage, watching with cold eyes a group of black-clothed masked men rushing forward from the woods with long knives.

Without Zeng Cheng's order, the elite soldiers had already silently held their knives and greeted them boldly.

The sound of the long knives clashing was crisp and piercing. Zeng Cheng stood on the carriage, watching the two groups of people fighting together, with a cold smile on his lips.

A man in black recognized Fu Ling's carriage, so several people rushed towards the carriage.

The elite soldiers around reacted very quickly and immediately blocked people outside, but due to the small number of people, one person was still missed.The man's skill was obviously higher than that of ordinary men in black. His eyes were stern at this moment, and he clenched the handle of the knife tightly. While running towards Zeng Cheng's direction, he held the knife and slashed at Zeng Cheng's head fiercely!

Qi Lan, who was standing on the frame of the carriage, opened his eyes wide. He just wanted to remind Zeng Cheng to be careful, but the words quickly fell back into his stomach.

He opened his mouth wide, dumbfoundedly looking at the man in black who fell to the ground and his body was split in two, his eyes full of horror.

No one could see exactly when Zeng Cheng pulled out the knife.

When he came back to his senses, the man in black who was moving swiftly just now fell to the ground, and his body was chopped off at the waist.The pain was obviously unbearable. The man in black's eyes were tearing apart, and he wailed in pain, and fresh blood flowed out from the severed waist.

But within a few breaths, before the man in black had time to die from the slash, he had already bit off his own tongue, ending the pain himself.

Fu Ling had already stood outside the carriage at some point, looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help frowning.

The moonlight sprinkled the ground with clear brilliance.The man in black beside him was still fighting with the elite soldiers, Zeng Cheng didn't move his eyes, and put the knife that was still bleeding back into the scabbard neatly.

He didn't mind being dirty, so he picked up the man in black on the ground and looked at it, and muttered: "Very good, clothes with manza patterns, and the habit of using knives... There is a high probability that it is indeed the eldest prince or the second son." Someone sent by the prince."

People in Dayu like to use swords, but people in Beiyan like to use knives.

After confirming the identity of the man in black, Zeng Cheng turned around, frowned and looked at another group of men in black who came out of the woods, and suddenly felt something wrong in his heart.

"How did so many people sneak into Dayu..." He said to himself, "Could it be that the first prince and the second prince joined forces? If that's the case, then they think highly of me, Zeng Cheng."

Because of Zeng Cheng's actions just now, many people in black saw that he was the biggest threat, so they all rushed straight in Zeng Cheng's direction.

Zeng Cheng couldn't get away for a while, he and the elite soldiers stopped these people, turned back to Fu Ling and said, "There are so many people on the other side, it will be difficult to get rid of them for a while, Your Highness, why don't you take a few elite soldiers and go north first, I will deal with these people Follow me right away!"

Fu Ling asked: "Can Master Zeng handle so many people?"

There was the whistling sound of the knife Lingfeng coming from the right, Zeng Cheng immediately half-bent to avoid the strike, the long knife in his hand had already stabbed the chest of the person behind him fiercely.

He pulled out the blood-stained long knife, wiped the blood that was inadvertently splashed on his face, raised his eyebrows and said to Fu Ling: "One more dozen will not be a problem, don't worry, Your Highness!"

Now that the situation was urgent, Fu Ling didn't hesitate, he immediately abandoned the carriage, got on his horse, led Qi Lan and more than a dozen elite soldiers to break out of the encirclement, and galloped towards the north.

The spring thunder rumbled, Fu Ling clenched the horse rope tightly with his left hand, and lashed the horse with a whip, which caused the kicking snow crow below him to let out a long cry, and spread his hooves and swiftly headed north.

I don't know when the sky has already started to rain, and the drops are falling on the body, which is expected to be cold in spring.

Qi Lan shouted from behind on the right: "Your Highness, what should we do with Mr. Zeng?"

Fu Ling wiped the rain off his face, and replied in a deep voice: "I believe Master Zeng is capable, he will catch up soon. But before that, we have to ensure that our lives are safe."

Qi Lan shut his mouth and said no more, followed by flicking his whip.

Ahead is the exit of the forest, and Fu Ling couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. There are naturally more ambushes in the forest than on the flat ground. If you can get out of the forest, the danger will be much less.

But as the exit got closer and closer, Fu Ling's heart sank gradually.

He pulled the rein hard, stopped with a long groan, looked at the group of people blocking the exit, and was speechless for a while.

Seeing Fu Ling stop, Qi Lan and the elite soldiers behind him stopped naturally.

The rain was getting heavier, Qi Lan raised his head, saw the appearance of the leader opposite, and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

This person, this person is

The icy raindrops hit my body, which made my life hurt.

Fu Ling let the rain soak his clothes little by little.He looked at the person in front of him motionlessly, and suddenly smiled: "It's actually you."

The leader on the opposite side also showed a helpless smile: "If I had expected such a day, I shouldn't even have said hello to you."

He muttered a little irritably: "It's all right now, I'm a little more familiar with it, and I feel a little sorry for doing it."

Fu Ling said, "Do you often do this kind of thing?"

He stared at that person for a while, and said meaningfully: "Lord Liao?"

The man replied: "How is it possible, you are the first."

He raised his head, revealing a handsome and familiar face under the bamboo hat. His brows and eyes were sharp and his eyes were like cold stars. It was Liao Qingfeng who should have stayed in the capital.

The author has something to say: a matter of position, a matter of position.

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