He was covered in blood, his clothes were ragged, and his face was as pale as paper. In just a few days, his body was as thin as a bamboo pole.

But he still endured the pain all over his body and kept walking.

He had no horses or birds, so he had to run to the capital on his own.

Even if he knew that the road to the capital was far away, he still had to try his best to get back.

He didn't even dare to pause for a moment.

I don't know whether it was because he hadn't eaten for several days or because he was too tired from running all the way. His body began to falter and he almost fell to the ground.

Even the sight in front of me became very blurry.

He opened his eyes hard, trying to discern the direction.

Sweat flowed into his eyes, making his originally blurry vision even blurrier.

"No, I can't stop!"

Miss Nanyan and the young prince are still waiting for him.

It was he who dragged the young prince down, so he must forgive himself for his death!

Ye Feng seemed to have made up his mind, took out the dagger and cut his palm hard.

The severe pain restored his vision a little, and then he put his palms to his lips and used the moist blood to moisten his smoking throat.

Only then did he feel better and continued to run forward.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from the front and was clearly heard.

Ye Feng also raised his embarrassed face and looked forward.

In an instant, a familiar figure suddenly fell into his eyes.

The man is extremely handsome, noble and evil. He is dressed in purple robes and looks like a god of war. He is galloping towards here on a horse.

The dust was flying behind him, but his clothes were not stained by dust, and his noble air was clean.

"Your Majesty..."

The moment he saw the man, Ye Feng's voice became louder and his eyes turned red. Everything that happened during this period of time appeared before his eyes like a fleeting cloud.

No one knows what kind of life he has been living since he was forced to leave the palace.

No one knows how much he wants to see the prince!

boom!

Maybe it was because the stone in his heart had fallen, or maybe he was just too tired. Before Jun Juechen could even get close to him, his body collapsed to the ground.

In his hazy vision, he saw that someone had dismounted and walked towards him quickly.

His lips were chapped and his throat was dry. He used all his strength to say: "The person who kidnapped the young prince is... King Xiyue, hurry... hurry up and save him..."

After saying this last sentence, his head tilted and he fainted.

As soon as Jun Juechen got off his horse, he heard Ye Feng's words. His face instantly turned cold, and a strong storm surged in his eyes.

The night palace guard had already stepped forward and lifted his messy hair.

After seeing his face, everyone was so shocked that they even stammered when speaking.

"Wang, your lord...is the captain of Yefeng's bodyguard."

Ye Feng, the captain of the guard, is still alive?

Moreover, the person who kidnapped the young prince was...the King of Xiyue?

Jun Juechen also didn't expect that this embarrassed person was Ye Feng.

He just believed that the people at Wanshan Cliff must be related to the people who kidnapped Jun Xiaomo.

But isn't Ye Feng dead? What happened in the palace during his absence.

Why did Ye Feng fall into this situation!


Chapter completed!