"Your Highness... Your Highness, spare your life..."
Cui Xu's knees went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a clang and kowtowed repeatedly. He didn't dare to raise his head again, and lay trembling on the ground.
"Zheng Lei and Wang Mo, come back to camp with me!"
"yes……"
Yuan Chen and Mandrill walked away with a black face. Zheng Lei and Wang Mo looked at each other, curled their lips, and hurriedly took the saber and war helmet at the door and followed quickly. They can now regard His Highness's words as an imperial edict and dare not disobey!
Returning to the military camp on the outskirts of the county, Xuancheng took off his Mingguang armor and took off his inner clothes. A scar of flesh and blood snaked from his left shoulder to his right abdomen.
It turned out that there was a spy in the army who was drugged. The assassin attacked late at night, and his skills were extremely strong. After taking the Chinese medicine, Xiangchen Mandrill's consciousness was blurred, his limbs were weak, and he was forced to bear the sword. However, Jiuding was also able to survive the attack.
Then, kill the man.
It's just that the wound was too big and deep, and he had to endure the severe pain all day long. When he just took off his clothes, the newly formed blood scab was tightly adhered to the clothes, and he pulled hard...
Blood surged instantly.
"hiss……"
Finally, Hyunchen Mandrill couldn't bear it any longer and groaned.
Cold sweat suddenly broke out on the temples.
"Your Highness!"
Pei Guo happened to lift the curtain and enter the house. He was extremely distressed when he saw the bloody scene. He quickly went forward and knelt down to look at the man who was gritting his teeth and removing the rotten flesh from the wound with a dagger.
The armor was thick and heavy, and it was scratched and scratched when killing enemies on the battlefield. The wound, as deep as a bone, had begun to pus and worsen.
Nowadays, only by removing the rotten flesh can we apply medicine and slowly heal.
"Did the man spit?"
Yuan Chen cut off the last piece of carrion, threw away the dagger, calmed his breathing, and spoke weakly.
While helping him apply the medicine, Pei Gao replied: "Not yet. That kid is very tough-talking. He must have received special training. My subordinates have just checked all the soldiers in the general. Except for that guy, no one has anything to do with the assassin."
.Moreover, when the soldiers heard that Your Highness was seriously injured, they were very worried..."
"Oh, these monkeys."
Hyunchen Mandrill felt hot in his heart.
Since his first expedition to establish his authority, the soldiers in the army have become more and more trusting and respectful of him. Because they have gradually discovered that His Highness the Ninth Prince is not only decisive in killing and powerful in force, but also as careful as a hair.
Late autumn is now over and winter has begun.
Because they were in such a hurry to go on the expedition, they did not bring any winter supplies. When night fell, they were all huddled together and shivering from the cold, and even the charcoal basin was not enough.
When Chen Chen learned about this, he did not disclose it on the surface. In private, he sent Pei Gui to a nearby town to buy a large number of winter clothes and quilts. He also bought a lot of charcoal basins and charcoal.
On an ordinary morning, they finally woke up from the cold. They looked at the brand new thick quilts on their bodies and the winter coats and boots lying next to them.
No matter how rough and hard their hearts are.
It's like being poured with hot soup, making it warm and soft.
At the same time, I deeply regret why I was so disrespectful to His Highness the Ninth Prince at first. I will definitely follow him well in the future!
Desperate!
"You stinky rat! Get in now!"
As soon as Xuanchen Mandrill had bandaged his wound, he heard a burst of noise coming from outside the camp.
This voice... seems very familiar.
"Your Highness, it seems... blade blood?"
Pei Gao's face was full of surprise. Logically speaking, that boy should be protecting Princess Qinghui in the imperial city at this time. Why...
"Master! Master! Hey hey hey hey!!!"
Sure enough, Renxue opened the curtain and entered the tent, carrying a man with a bruised nose and swollen face, who was tied into a cocoon. When he saw his master, whom he had not seen for two months, the dimples on his lips smiled even deeper.
"You kid!" Pei Guo stepped forward and slapped the smiling Blade Blood on the arm, "Why are you here? Over there with Princess Qinghui..."
Blade Xue rubbed his shoulders and said with joy, "Oh... Xiao Pei! I'm here to do meritorious service! To do meritorious service, to meritorious service!"
Xunchen Mandrill threw the blood-soaked inner garment into the charcoal basin, randomly picked up a clean robe and put it on his shoulders. He glanced at the man who was kneeling on the ground and shivering. He seemed to understand, and his eyes suddenly floated to the top of the ice blade.
.
"Fang Yongnan?"
"The Ninth Prince... His Highness the Ninth Prince..."
Since being captured by soldiers that night, Fang Yongnan has been locked in a dungeon. The dungeon is damp and cold, the straw on the floor is fishy and smelly, and a few rats and cockroaches crawl by his feet from time to time.
Finally, on a dark starry night, he was "rescued" from prison by a familiar face.
Before he could ask questions, he was put into a sack and kicked several times before he heard the horrifying voice:
"Let's go! I'll take you to see the King of Hell!"
And now this person in front of me...
A man with sharp eyes like ice and a body wrapped in cold.
It should be the one who got married to Princess Qinghui...
His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince.
This is really a living king of hell!!!
Thinking of this, Fang Yongnan was so frightened that he almost fainted. He didn't even dare to move, so he had to lie down on the ground.
Ren Xue looked at Fang Yongnan's extremely frightened look and curled his lips in disdain.
Then, he happily ran to Yuan Chendrill, took his hand, and shook it again and again.
"Master! Hehehe... Do you think I have done something good? This disgusting man is so disrespectful to your little sweetheart! So I beg His Highness the Third Prince to bring him to you for personal punishment!"
Yuanchen Mandrill pushed his hand away and glanced at him with a frown. He was so frightened that Renxue quickly retracted his arm, swallowed his saliva in aggrieved manner, and circled his two index fingers around his chest.
Three days ago, Hyunchen Mandrill received a letter from Hyunchen Yu. The letter mentioned that Feng Shuiqing used a trick to play Fang Yongnan, and also detailed the matter between Lin Hong and the Queen.
Nothing else matters.
Only after seeing what Fang Yongnan did, he directly slapped the desk in half!
If the war in recent days hadn't been the key to breaking the situation, I'm afraid he would have rushed back to the imperial city overnight, chopped the damn garbage into thousands of pieces and threw them to the wolves!
Now, this disgusting man was sent to his door with blood.
Hmm...you really should let him feel it.
Bullying my little girl...
End!
The rage is like a prairie fire that cannot be contained.
Burning with anger, blazing to the sky!
The small theater also ignited fiercely in Yuan Chenmandrill’s mind:
[Feng Shuiqing hugged her arms tightly, shivering, and retreated to the corner. Fang Yongnan had a lewd smile on his face, rubbing his hands and pressing closer to her.
Her clear tears hung from her eyes, and she trembled and called:
"Devil...save me..."]
"laugh!"
The dagger, as sharp as iron as clay, stabbed straight into Fang Yongnan's spine!
"ah!!!"
"Shut up."
Hyun Chen Mandrill's voice is like a nightmare ghost.
It's hoarse and eerie, making people shudder.
Fang Yongnan had no choice but to stuff the dirty sleeves into his mouth to stifle his moans. The pain in his back was excruciating, and he even lost feeling in his legs.
he knows.
He is about to live a life worse than death.
When Renxue and Pei Gao saw this, they bowed their hands and exited the tent in tacit agreement. They knew that their highness was about to start!
"Where did you touch her?"
Yuan Chenzhao slowly twisted the dagger in a circle, then slowly pulled it out, squatted in front of Fang Yongnan, and spoke coldly.
"Go back...back to Your Highness..."
He swallowed the bloody saliva, his thin-skinned eyes were full of tears, and even the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth seemed to be trembling: "I dare not...have never touched...Princess Qinghui..."
"laugh……"
Fang Yongnan's little finger was cut off by a dagger.
Immediately afterwards, the cold blade dipped in warm blood wandered at the root of the ring finger.
Yuan Chen was very patient and asked coldly again: "Where did you touch her?"
"Ohh Ohh ohh……"
Fang Yongnan burst into tears, with snot and tears covering his cheeks: "The little one... accidentally touched the princess's... wrist..."
The first stab to the spine had paralyzed Fang Yongnan's lower limbs. At this moment, he wanted to run away, but he couldn't move at all.
He could only watch helplessly as the "King of Hell" in front of him used a dagger to cut off his hand tendons bit by bit.
"Where else did you touch her?"
Hyunchen Mandrill shook off the blood on the dagger and stabbed Fang Yongnan's face with the tip of the dagger. Every time he hit it, a deep blood pit would be left.
Unable to get the answer he wanted, Hyunchen Mandrill smiled instead of getting angry.
It's just that the smile is cold, bloody and terrifying.
"Answer me."
The tip of the knife pierced deeper and deeper, and was about to stab Fang Yongnan from the face into Fang Yongnan's mouth.
Hyunchen Mandrill's movements are slow and slow, as if he is carving a work of art.
"Hair!!! And hair!!!"
Fang Yongnan screamed with all his strength, sobbing and choking, pitiful and...sad.
"Um."
Yuan Chenzhao responded and began to use a dagger to cut off Fang Yongnan's scalp bit by bit. During this period, every time he fainted from pain, he would be forced to wake up by the fumigation of the "King of Hell" in front of him.
People are afraid to the extreme.
It will become sluggish.
By the time Hyunchen Mandrill stopped moving, Fang Yongnan had become a bloody man.
Forget the pain, forget to ask for mercy.
He just stared at the ground, which had just been cut off with his belt and hair, and was a bloody mess...
scalp.
Hyunchen Mandrill rubbed the blood from the dagger onto Fang Yongnan's body.
In front of his eyes, he could vaguely see her pink and round face, her beautiful eyes, the tip of her nose, her hair, and the tears in her eyes that he most hated to see.
The sourness in my heart still couldn't cover up the cold eyes of Yuan Chendrill that were getting more and more frozen.
He used the tip of the dagger to pick up Fang Yongnan's bloody chin.
The voice is cold and immersed in the marrow.
Ask him the question he most wants to know the answer to: