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The battle was over, when all the guards saw that Murong Chengdu was seriously injured, they all knelt beside him, bowed and said: "The guards are weak, my lord, please forgive me!"

After the assassin with the broken arm was taken out of the poison bag in his mouth by the palace guards, he was tied up in front of Murong Chengdu along with the other arrested assassins, waiting to be punished.

Shao Lin didn't know what happened just now, when he settled down and Siwen rushed to Murong Chengdu's side, he encountered Murong Chengdu ignoring the kneeling people around him and questioning Chu Lichen beside him with sharp eyes.

Shao Lin's heart was hanging high, and he still thought that Murong Chengdu himself had discovered Chu Lichen who followed in disguise.

"Yes... I secretly followed." Chu Lichen lowered his eyes, but his gaze was fixed on Murong Cheng's bloody arm, "My lord, your injury..."

"Very good." Murong Chengdu didn't seem to feel the pain in his arm. He swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat, clamped Chu Lichen's neck, and interrupted him with a sneer, "Now you are more capable, learn to Lied to the king?"

In fact, even without asking, Murong Chengdu can guess who it is.It's just annoyed that Shao Lin knew today's plan, but insisted on hiding Chu Lichen in the convoy. No matter what the reason was, Shao Lin deserved to die.

Seeing this, Shao Linda stepped forward, knelt down on one knee at Murong Chengdu's feet, frowned and said, "Forgive me, my lord. It was my subordinate who brought Mr. Chu here on his own initiative. This subordinate is also willing to apologize with death."

After speaking, Shao Lin suddenly raised his head, saw the terrifying blood on Murong Chengdu's clothes, and said anxiously: "My lord! The swords of these assassins are all coated with poison, let my subordinates take a look at the blood on your arm first. hurt!"

Chu Lichen's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words, his little face turned pale and blue in an instant, he bit his lower lip tightly, and was so self-blame that he couldn't speak for a moment.

Murong Chengdu's deep black eyes glanced at Chu Lichen who was quietly pinched by the big palm, and he kept his eyes on, and said in a cold and stiff tone, "You should know that poison has no effect on this king."

"But this poison seems to be different from the past!"

"Oh, you still think about it now, how can you ask this king to spare your life!" Murong Chengdu gritted his teeth and looked at Shao Lin, and said word by word: "This king will settle accounts with you when I go back, get out!"

After finishing speaking, Murong Chengdu suddenly turned his head, grabbed Chu Lichen's chest with one hand, and threw him staggeringly onto his car.

After a while, the sound of cursing and various utensils being smashed suddenly came from the car.

There was no room for dissuasion and intercession, Shao Lin was now powerless to care about Chu Lichen, so he could only frown and arrange for a motorcade to return to the palace, and then secretly sent a fast horse to deliver a message to Hua Yi.

In the carriage, Chu Lichen got up timidly from the blanket, the makeup on his face was already smudged.

Low-pitched laughter pierced into the eardrums, Murong Liu ignored the injury on his arm, and pressed forward with his strong body, "You can make Shao Lin disobey me to such an extent, little beggar, did I underestimate you in the past? "

Murong Chengdu's slender fingers stroked Chu Lichen's thin lips, and then he wiped it with his fingertips, and the bright red lipstick stretched from the corner of his mouth to his fair cheeks.

"A plaything should have the consciousness of a plaything. You should be obedient and stay in the cage for the king to have fun at any time." Murong Chengdu's eyes were as dark as the night, and a domineering and cold smile appeared on his unruly and cold face. "Take off your clothes."

Following the strange silence of death, a chill suddenly appeared on Chu Lichen's back. He pursed his lips, turned his face to look at Murong Chengdu, and then took off the belt of his dress and moved to Murong Chengdu without hesitation. Stepping up to him, silently bandaged the wound for him. Because of his inexperience, the bandaging action seemed clumsy and ridiculous.

A flash of astonishment flashed across Murong Chengdu's eyes. He condescended to examine Chu Lichen who was silent in front of him. When the cloth strip was fastened, Murong Chengdu sneered, and instantly wrapped his palm around Chu Lichen's wrist and raised it up. overhead...

On the way back, several horse-drawn horses still drove the gorgeous carriage slowly, and the heavy wooden wheels rolled forward on the uneven dirt road.

"No, don't—" The pleading voice that wanted to cry escaped from the black curtain, but it only took a moment before it disappeared with the wind...

As the mountains go west, the dazzling sunlight gradually becomes milder. Occasionally, a few wild geese fly by and make elongated calls.

The news of the assassination of the Prince Regent spread throughout the capital as early as when the convoy entered the official road. There were only a few carriages left in the original long carriage team, and even the elite of the palace had only a dozen or so people left. It is conceivable that The scene was tragic.

The carriage stopped, and Shao Lin's voice sounded outside: "My lord, you've arrived at the palace."

Murong Chengdu stood up, his tall and straight body felt oppressive even in this gorgeous and huge car, he let Chu Lichen lie down on the blanket indifferently, and got out of the car straight away.

Chu Lichen ignored the pain on his body, and his beautiful eyes followed the man's figure freely. When he saw Murong Chengdu get out of the car, Chu Lichen picked up the messy dress and put it on his body with twitching fingers, and followed silently. out.

Feeling the contempt and disdainful gazes around him, his eyes seemed to be numb.

As soon as he stepped into the gate of the mansion, he saw Murong Chengdu's body froze suddenly, black blood was still flowing out of his arm wrapped in brocade silk, and a trace of black air was faintly floating on his face, and he spit out a mouthful within a short while Dark red blood.

"My lord!" There were sudden exclamations from all directions, and Chu Lichen rushed to Murong Chengdu's side in panic, but was dragged out by the rushing guards.

"Go away and don't get in the way!"

Murong Chengdu was scrambled to help into the hall, but luckily Hua Yi had been waiting outside the hall earlier.

Looking at the heavily closed palace door in front of him, Chu Lichen knelt down on the ground as if he lost his strength, clasped his fingers on the cold floor tiles, and murmured incessantly: If I hadn't insisted on running out, the prince would not have been killed by me. In this way, it's all my fault, it's all my fault...

When Shao Lin came out, it was already late at night outside, and Chu Lichen was still kneeling outside, his eyes fixed on the gate of the palace.

"Brother Lin, how is the prince?" Chu Lichen knew that his eye sockets were wet, and his voice was a little hoarse, and begged, "Can you let me go in and have a look?"

Shao Lin shook his head, and refused without hesitation, "The prince is unconscious, and Hua Yi is still administering the needle."

Chu Lichen was in a daze. After a while, he blinked his eyes, opened his mouth for a long time, and finally said a word: "Then I will wait here."

Shao Lin sighed, and blamed himself for a while, "Little Chen, it's useless for you to kneel here now, you'd better go back."

Chu Lichen's black eyes were hazy and at a loss: "Go back? Where are you going back? If I don't go, I will be where the prince is..."

"While your humble life is still useful to the prince, go back to where you should be."

At this time, a man's voice came from nowhere, it seemed that there was Chen Shi hidden in his throat, and it was very unpleasant to hear at first.

Holding the saber in his hand, Shao Lin looked vigilantly at the figure in the darkness ahead, and then his eyes widened suddenly, and he asked in surprise, "Di Qing? Should you be interrogating the assassin at the secret door?"

The man named Di Qing came pacing from not far away, and at a glance, he was about 25 or [-] years old.It's just that the eyebrows and eyes are deep, and they extend straight to the sideburns, making the facial features as sharp as a sword, so that everyone who sees him can't help but feel the hair standing on end.