Nan Zhaoxue held the small wooden sign and rubbed it for a while.

With this thing, there is a possibility of entering Qianji Pavilion.

The gain this time is quite big. He can completely defeat King Yong and get this thing.

When he returned to Zhuo Mansion, Biyue was packing up her things, and this time she came with a lot of things.

Although they were picked up temporarily, Madam Cui and the others were equipped with a lot of things and continued Nan Zhaoxue back home at any time.

"Miss!" Biyue smiled shyly, her face turned slightly red, "How are you all? I'll miss you."

"All good, how is the situation in the mansion?"

"Okay, everyone does their own duties, just miss you. It's boring to say that you are not in the mansion. I also asked me to bring you some things."

There were all kinds of tables full of them.

All kinds of anti-mosquito ointments prepared by Madam Cui, small snacks prepared by the chefs, and tender lotus seeds picked by several little maids, carefully peeling off the core...

Nan Zhaoxue suddenly realized that he was worried.

Not only Feng Tianji, but also Madam Cui, the little maids in the yard. Although she may not be able to name her names, there are also those cooks who laugh with cheerful laughter.

These full care dripped sweet silk, gently falling into her heart, and it couldn't be cut off.

"Running all the way, have a good rest first," said Nan Zhaoxue, "Let Ye Feng take you to familiarize yourself with it. This place is not as good as the royal palace.

However, I know you definitely don’t like to wander around, so I won’t say anything you want to give me advice.”

"Yes, I understand."

After Ye Feng finished his work, he came in from outside and saw Biyue, and was so happy that the two gathered together and muttered.

Nan Zhaoxue let them go and go into the room to rest.

When consciousness enters the Glazed Ring, she needs to check her physical condition. If there is any bad thing, she will recover quickly.

The last time I was poisoned, I was cured here to recover.

Seeing the space spirit water left by Ling Lingqi, Nan Zhaoxue had never drunk it alone, and used some when making hot pot or drinks.

After drinking a few drinks, I felt refreshed.

Meditation, recite Buddhist scriptures silently, and rest.

It was almost evening, and Mr. Zhuoge sent someone to invite Nan Zhaoxue to have a meal.

Today I escaped from death. Although I captured King Yong, everyone was not very happy and was in a heavy mood.

After dinner, Nan Zhaoxue stayed and had a secret conversation with Mr. Zhuo Ge for a while.

When he came out again, Master Zhuo's face was solemn.

Nan Zhaoxue called Ye Feng, Yan Luodao and Baisheng, and Shi Qian to the pavilion.

"I will leave the village later, and Yan Luodao and Baisheng will go with me. Yefeng and Shi Qian stayed behind to pay attention to the situation in the mansion."

"Master..." Ye Feng was a little anxious.

"Be obedient, the tasks left behind are heavier. Remember to keep our words tight on where we are going.

You must be sure that your own people don’t know where we went, and outsiders don’t know that we have been here at all. Do you understand?”

Ye Feng pursed his lips and nodded vigorously: "I understand."

"Also," Nan Zhaoxue whispered, "You are in the mansion. No matter what happens, don't panic.

Don’t leave the house at will to find me. If I have something to do, I will write a letter back, and there will be a special mark at the end of the letter.”

"Remember," Yefeng replied.

Shi Qian originally planned to go with him, but he also realized that bringing Yan Luodao and Baisheng should be an important thing, and each person has its own uses.

He thought about it, took out a small brocade bag, and held it to Nan Zhaoxue in both hands: "Master, this is a incense made by a villain. If you bring it with you, you may be able to use it."

"Okay," Nan Zhaoxue did not refuse, "the incense making skills have improved again."

"Shi Qian, you are active and have strong observation skills. If Ye Feng is not considerate, you two should help each other well."

"Yes, don't worry, Master."

"Okay, since that's the case, I don't worry if you are here. I'll set off later and return early the next morning."

"yes."

After explaining clearly, Nan Zhaoxue returned to the yard and changed his clothes and put the things he needed into the glass ring.

"Miss, are you going out?"

"Well, there is something wrong, I have to deal with it," Nan Zhaoxue smiled. "Biyue, leave the matter in the yard to Yefeng. She is very handsome. Look at her more."

"When will you come back?"

"Soon, make some fragrant tea and wait for me to come back."

"yes."

Nan Zhaoxue arrived at the back door, and Yan Luodao and Yum were already waiting there.

The horse she rode was from Mojun, with a fast pace and could easily solve any road conditions.

"Walk!"

Yum is in front and Yan Luo's sword is in back, protecting Nan Zhaoxue in the middle.

One hundred and eighty miles, not far away, not near.

Nan Zhaoxue thought that it would be great if the glazed ring could fit into the car, and this distance would take more than an hour.

Only by facing the night wind and thinking about it can you help but not think about Fengtianji.

A whole day passed, and I don’t know how he is now.

The little eagle had already flew to find him, and probably there was no big trouble.

I hope everything goes well for Fengtianji.

I hope that all the trip to Linzhou will go smoothly.

I hope that King Yong can also go smoothly.

Mid-hour is approaching.

King Yong was so tired that he was tied up all over, so it was difficult to move.

Looking at the stars flowing in from the window, the shadows reflected on the window seemed to be no longer moving.

He had already counted silently how long it took for these patrolers to be this time.

It's late at night, and their speed is slowing down.

I struggled for a while and couldn't get up.

"Song Zhao, Song Zhao!" he shouted in his throat.

Song Zhao was on the other side, heard his screams, and opened his eyes: "Prince?"

"Can you move?"

"Shh..." Song Zhao whispered, "Don't speak out. Hold on for a while."

King Yong felt a little relieved and had a little hope.

Soon, the sound of footsteps outside sounded, and I stayed for a while and then left again.

Song Zhao struggled to come over.

After all, he is a military general and his physical strength is much better than that of King Yong.

"Prince, look at it. There is a knife hidden in my sleeve." Song Zhao turned his back and pointed his right hand on his left wrist.

King Yong was overjoyed: "Can you take it out?"

"It's ok, but... my subordinates can't cut the rope."

This posture is too uncomfortable.

"It's okay, take it out and I will cut it."

"good."

Song Zhao groped for a long time and finally took out the knife.

Sharp, thin and soft, shining with a cold light.

King Yong did not hesitate, leaned over and lowered his head, and used his mouth to hold it.

"Prince, be careful to cut..."

Before he finished speaking, King Yong groaned, but he did not give up.

I endured the pain, and blood dripped from the corners of my mouth, and tried hard to cut the rope.

It was cut on Song Zhao's wrist twice, but Song Zhao didn't say anything.
To be continued...