Chapter 851 Someone Assassinated Brother Shu Zheyu
Royal Palace.
"Chao'er...you..." Xiao Junze called cautiously.
"Why should he pay for the mistakes he made?" Chaoyang said in a deep voice.
Xiao Junze breathed a sigh of relief. "Bloodline is a very magical thing. He likes little things, and little things also like him very much."
Chaoyang said nothing.
Xiao Junze breathed a sigh of relief.
"It seems you didn't tell me that Shen Qingzhou entered the palace." Chaoyang narrowed his eyes and suddenly realized.
Xiao Junze's heart tightened, and he turned around and ran away. "I'm too tired. I'm going to rest."
Chaoyang smiled helplessly and followed Xiao Junze.
Entering the inner hall, Chaoyang stretched out. "Finally...someone will help take care of the little things, and we can have a peaceful sleep."
The little thing stalks people at night, allowing Shen Qingzhou to experience the feeling of not being able to sleep in the middle of the night.
This is also revenge in disguise.
Raising the corner of his mouth, Chaoyang leaned against Xiao Junze in a good mood. "Aze, give the little guy to Shen Qingzhou to raise. Let him know what it means for a gentleman to take revenge even after ten years."
"Chao'er, why are you so bad..." Xiao Junze couldn't help laughing.
"You see, he has taught his brother Shu Zheyu quite well." Chaoyang smiled and lay on the bed. "Let's not mention him. If He Gu is really conscious, he will definitely be able to survive."
Xiao Junze also breathed a sigh of relief for He Gu. "As long as you can survive it."
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General Xie Yulan's Mansion.
Xie Yulan was practicing martial arts in the courtyard. She had been resting after giving birth and wanted to increase her physical strength as soon as possible so that she could go to the battlefield quickly.
Today's Fengtian is in need of people.
"Xiao Lanlan, please stay with me..." Fuyao was like a salted fish, lying on the chair and leisurely.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't practice martial arts, he still bothers Xie Yulan all the time.
Xie Yulan couldn't do anything to him and ignored him, so he got worse.
Putting one hand on the small rocking chair, he was rocking his son lazily, supporting his head with one hand, seducing Xie Yulan with all his heart.
Xie Yulan's ears turned red. People say that beauties are the most enchanting when they lie on the bed with their shoulders half exposed...
How come in Fuyao...men can be so seductive?
Coughing awkwardly, Xie Yulan mentally scolded herself for being too inattentive and unable to be fooled by beauty.
The word color means a knife on the head.
She wants to concentrate on practicing martial arts, regain her strength as soon as possible, and go to the battlefield in the morning.
"Xiao Lanlan, my son and I are both hungry." Fuyao said reluctantly. "You have been practicing all day. Take a rest. Military training is not like this."
"As a general, I naturally have to set an example. If I enter the military camp and am fat and fat, how can I convince the crowd?" Xie Yulan couldn't help Fuyao, so he sighed and walked to Fuyao's side.
Fuyao quickly stood up and wiped Xie Yulan's sweat with a flattering look on his face. "It's a nice night tonight, let's go out for a walk?"
Since coming to Fengtian, Xie Yulan has devoted himself to serving the country with loyalty and devoted himself to returning to the military camp as soon as possible to regain his strength.
"You want to go out for a walk so much?" Xie Yulan raised her eyebrows and smiled, seeing through Fuyao's little thoughts at a glance.
He was just so suffocated.
"I want to." Fuyao sat on the couch, feeling very resentful.
Xie Yulan felt more and more that Fuyao was now like an angry little daughter-in-law.
"Okay, okay, I'll take you there."
Fuyao raised the corners of his mouth. He was a woman who often forgot her gender...
It's good to have someone pamper him and love him.
Xie Yulan really dotes on him more than her son.
"General, master... Lord Shen Qingzhou is here." His subordinate came to report.
Fuyao's eyes, which had just become excited, darkened instantly. "He really knows how to choose the right time."
"You came by yourself?" Fuyao frowned.
"He even held a child in his arms. He looked very caring."
Fuyao smiled. "You just came out of the palace, and you came to me nonstop."
"After all, he is Chaoyang's father and a hero of Fengtian. This battle at Jiayuguan is thanks to Shen Qingzhou, so be polite." Xie Yulan was worried that Fuyao would offend someone.
"Shen Qingzhou... I don't dare to be rude to him. Even my grandfather treated him with respect and treated him as an honored guest." Fuyao snorted. "Du Gu asked Shen Qingzhou for help many times, and he always extended a helping hand.
"
Xie Yulan breathed a sigh of relief, was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise, "Child? Shen Qingzhou also brought a child?"
"It was... brought out by the palace."
Surprise flashed in Xie Yulan's eyes. "That must be Chao'er's child."
Fuyao nodded. "It seems that Chaoyang no longer hates her father."
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Outside the Imperial City.
Brother Shu Zheyu rode his horse to stop at the inn and glanced at the direwolf running in front. "Little cub, you have to hide outside the city. We will come back to look for you when we leave."
Xiaolang seemed to understand his brother Shu Zheyu's words. He turned around and walked to Jiufeng, rubbing his head against her with a look of reluctance.
"Hey, who raised you up like this?" Brother Shu Zheyu was dissatisfied.
Jiufeng smiled. "I raised him."
"All my chicken bones were eaten in vain." Ge Shu Zheyu rode away.
The little wolf ran into the forest and took shelter temporarily, waiting for Jiufeng and his brother Shu Zheyu to take him back when they went to the battlefield.
Jiufeng also followed his brother Shu Zheyu, and they entered the city together.
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In the night, someone kept staring at Shu Zheyu and Jiufeng. They waited until the two entered the imperial city before leaving in a hurry.
Once he stood on the cave wall, Ge Shu Zheyu was bound to become a thorn in the side of the soldiers and horses in the Western Regions.
The Western Region Iron Cavalry is responsible for the frontal battlefield, while Anmeilou is responsible for assassinations.
Their target was obviously their brother Shu Zheyu.
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Western Region, Royal Palace.
Bai Chuyao was sitting in a wheelchair, looking heavy.
Ever since Mei'er returned to his side, the violent and cruel Majesty seemed to have restrained himself a lot.
"Your Majesty, the night dew is heavy, it's time to go back." Meier came to Bai Chuyao and pushed him back to the inner hall.
After closing the heavy wooden door of the inner hall, Meier smiled at Bai Chuyao. "There is no one at the moment. May I accompany you for a walk?"
Bai Chuyao snorted and looked aside reluctantly.
Meier could only coax her. "Your Majesty, don't give up on yourself..."
Bai Chuyao still didn't speak.
Meier lowered her head, her voice choked with sobs. "It will get better."
Bai Chuyao frowned. "Whether I get better or not, what does it have to do with you?"
Meier stopped talking.
"Isn't my Meier dead?" Bai Chuyao said in a cold voice.
Meier never spoke.
She knew that Bai Chuyao had long recognized her identity, but...
She just has a grudge in her heart.
"I don't need you to serve me, just go out." Bai Chuyao asked Meier to leave.
Meier raised her head and glanced at Bai Chuyao, her eyes turning red.
Bai Chuyao took a breath, obviously feeling distressed... but still insisted on asking her to leave. "Get out!"
Meier felt a pain in her heart, stood up in despair, and slowly retreated.
Bai Chuyao was the only one left in the entire hall.
Holding the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands, Bai Chuyao tried hard to stand up.
Of course he won't give up... He wants Chaoyang to help him heal his leg, just so that he can stand up again one day.
But he didn't have the confidence in his heart, so he didn't want... to let Mei'er see his embarrassment.
"Well..." Bai Chuyao's legs weakened and he fell to the ground.
Because of the feeling of powerlessness, a thin layer of sweat had formed on my forehead.
Trying to hold on to the armrest, Bai Chuyao slowly tried to stand up, but although his legs regained consciousness, he had no strength.
Shivering, Bai Chuyao finally stood firm. His body was already covered with sweat.
Dragging heavy steps, Bai Chuyao moved a small step, and his heartbeat accelerated.
He can do it...he will definitely get better.
"Your Majesty, there are masters from Anmei Tower who have gone to Fengtian and are responsible for assassinating the young general, Brother Shu Zheyu." In the dark, the shadow guard came to report the news.
"Send a message to Chaoyang so that she can take precautions in advance."
Bai Chuyao was in a good mood and said in a deep voice.