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Chapter 97 The Prince is Unattainable (24)

Shen Zheng waited outside the mansion for a long time, but no one was seen, so he came in by himself.

Today's Shen Zheng was dressed in black clothes, and his whole person was a bit gloomy. A pair of black eyes swept in Chen Lanxin's direction, and Chen Lanxin was so frightened that she hurriedly backed away and did not dare to speak.

Averting his eyes on Chen Lanxin, Shen Zheng went directly into the yard, picked up Shen Changming who was in the wheelchair, and walked out.

"Bring the prince's wooden chair."

"Yes, Your Highness."

As the footsteps went away, Chen Lanxin breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, Shen Zheng looked at her with horror as if he had seen through everything. This time, the assassination of Xizhou can only succeed but not fail.

Stepping out of the palace, what caught the eye was a simple carriage, followed by more than a dozen guards, all of them imposing, they were not ordinary people at first glance.

Open the curtain, but the inside is spacious and full of everything.

Stepping on the wooden steps to get into the car, he carefully put Shen Changming down on the soft couch. Shen Zheng just got up and sat aside when Shen Changming grabbed him.

"It was you who told the emperor to let me go to Xizhou with you?"

Shen Zheng's movements froze for a moment before returning to normal: "Is that how bad I am in the eyes of my seventh brother?"

Looking at Shen Zheng's gloomy and gloomy eyes that haven't faded since he appeared until now, he remained silent.

is not that right?Isn't this something Shen Zheng could do?

"I did it, what's the problem?"

For some reason, Shen Zheng didn't deny it, and he could even calmly pick up the small blanket on the soft couch and cover Shen Changming's lap.

"In the days to come, I will trouble the seventh brother to take care of you."

I'm really afraid of what's coming.

Shen Changming turned aside and ignored Shen Zheng.

The interior of the carriage is very carefully arranged. Not only is there a coffee table and chess board, but also a small bookshelf. The wooden shelf is full of books.

After looking around the inside of the car, Shen Changming raised his hand and opened the curtain to look out. He happened to see Chen Chuchu and the maid beside him coming out with packed things.

At the same time, the groom slapped the horse's butt with a whip, and the carriage rolled forward.

Chen Chuchu looked at the leaving carriage and grabbed the package in his hand.

"Princess, why did the prince leave like this? I haven't brought this thing with me yet."

"Forget it, with the second prince here, there will be no less princes."

"Of course not less, after all, Shen Zheng will be buried with him soon." Chen Lanxin came out from behind with a harsh tone, "My sister should choose the coffin for the prince earlier, this time it is the emperor who wants Shen Zheng to die."

"Oh, by the way, don't forget that you are the one who troubled the lord. If you weren't my third lady of the Chen family, how could Shen Zheng drag King Xiaoyao into the water?"

"Chen Lanxin!"

"Hahaha!" Appreciating the anger on Chen Chuchu's face, Chen Lanxin laughed and left.

But a bastard, does he think that with the backing of King Xiaoyao, he can climb on top of her?
The original owner's body is indeed weak, even though Shen Changming has martial arts, sitting in such a soft carriage still turns pale and looks listless.

The original owner may have been a little motion sick.

Lifting the curtain and looking at the receding trees outside, Shen Changming wanted to kill Shen Zheng at this moment.

Shen Zheng sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to exercise his kung fu. The cloth on his left shoulder was slightly darker, which was the blood from the wound that was accidentally torn when he hugged Shen Changming.

"parking!"

A cold hand came up suddenly, and Shen Zheng was startled and quickly opened his eyes.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" He hurriedly supported him, and Shen Zheng shouted without any hesitation, "Stop the car."

"Shut up!"

The horse neighed, the carriage stopped suddenly, and Shen Changming almost bumped into the window railing, but fortunately Shen Zheng had a sharp eye and quickly pulled him back.

Stretching out his hand to Shen Changming's forehead, his body temperature was a little low but he didn't have a fever.

"Go out and get some air." Then he picked him up from the soft couch.

The carriage stopped, and the dozen or so guards who followed the carriage got off their horses and stood by the carriage and waited respectfully.

"Bring the prince's wooden chair."

"Yes."

As soon as the breeze blew, my dizzy and aching mind cleared up a lot.

The place where they stopped was a remote path, and the sun shone through the woods and fell warmly on their bodies.

Shen Zheng took the kettle from his subordinate and opened it to Shen Changming: "Let's rest for a while, I'll take you on horseback later."

"Thank you." Shen Changming didn't drink the water bottle that Shen Zheng handed over. He looked at the way he came and asked, "How long does it take to get from the imperial city to Xizhou?"

"Not much, non-stop day and night for a month, it is impossible to see it with the prince's body, at least three months."

Is it that long?
The corner of Shen Changming's mouth twitched: "In this case, wouldn't the second brother bring me a big trouble with this king?"

"Just know it, and have a little self-knowledge."

"Then you still bring the king?"

"Oh." Shen Zheng curled his lips and did not answer.

The air suddenly quieted down.

The guards began to walk around to inspect the surrounding situation, and Shen Zheng lifted up his clothes and sat on the wooden steps of the carriage to stare at Shen Changming.

This time Xizhou escaped death, if he, Shen Zheng, survived, some people would be unlucky.

The wind blew the hem of his clothes, looking at the tassels on Shen Changming's waist swaying in the wind, Shen Zheng was a little distracted.

The second prince and his group said they were going to Xizhou for disaster relief to quell the plague, but among the dozen or so people there was no imperial doctor accompanying them and no disaster food to escort them.

In this way, if you go to Xizhou, you will not die in the riots of the refugees, but you will also die under the plague.

How much did the emperor hate Shen Zheng for making such a decision?
Whizzing--

With the sound of arrows flying out, the two patrolling guards were killed on the spot, and the rest immediately drew their swords from their waists.

"There are assassins! Hurry up and protect the second prince!"

Whizzing!

Another arrow flew out, but it flew towards Shen Changming.

The sound of the wind was approaching suddenly, fierce and compelling.

Shen Changming turned his head to look at the flying feather arrows, a force burst out from his body and bounced more than a dozen feather arrows into the trunk of a nearby tree.

"This..." Xiaoyao Wang actually knows martial arts?Xiaoyao Wang, who can't stand the bumpy carriage, actually has such profound internal strength!
The guards looked at the arrow inserted half an inch deep into the tree trunk and took a breath: such a deep internal force may be comparable to the master, no wonder the master pays so much attention to Xiaoyao Wang these days.

Standing up from the wooden steps, he stepped forward to block Shen Changming behind him, killing intent appeared in Shen Zheng's eyes: "No one will be left alive!"

"Yes, Your Highness." Holding the sword and bowing his head, the guards disappeared one after another.

Are these people here to kill him?Didn't he kill Shen Zheng?how so?
In the plot, the original owner died of illness after leaving the palace, who would kill him?A cripple who has absolutely no connection with imperial power, what is there to deal with?
Looking at the white feathers on the arrow, Shen Changming frowned suspiciously.

Could it be that she missed something?
Not long after the aura of the surrounding archers disappeared, a more intense murderous aura emerged again.

A few men in black with their faces covered in night clothes appeared with swords in their hands.

Shen Zhenghui's hand by his side was turning the jade wrench finger, and the corner of his mouth slightly moved with a mocking smile: "It seems that you have worked hard to kill me, but I don't know if it is the Ninth Prince or the Father, or the eldest son." Prince?"

"Stop talking nonsense and die!" The man in black standing at the front raised his sword, and rushed forward without giving the other party time to react.

Shen Zheng's saber was hung in the carriage, and he couldn't use his left hand, so he had to fight back while attacking several men in black, while the remaining two men went towards Shen Changming aggressively.

The black people are like a rainbow, and their moves are fatal. They don't look like people from the imperial court, but they should be people from the rivers and lakes.

Slightly turning sideways to avoid the oncoming sword, the edge of the sword slashed close to his eyes, Shen Changming raised his right hand and hit the man in black on the chest along the edge of the sword.

Taking a few steps back, the man in black slid out half a foot, and rushed up again with [-]% of his skill.

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