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Chapter 147 You Are My Person (2)
The Daqin God of War turned out to be a 24-hour filial and good husband, which almost made everyone in the palace lose their eyes. The hidden guards lamented in unison, the blood of the Daqin royal family must have elements of henpeck!

Both of them knew that this peaceful time would not be too far away, so they took a tour of Chang'an City hand in hand in recent days. Although Leng Xia's temperament determined that the two would not be inseparable, it was necessary for their love to continue to heat up.

The two on this side are sweetly in love, but on the other side, they are extremely treacherous.

On the outskirts of Chang'an, dense forest.

Late at night, the air in the suburbs is chilly, the autumn wind blows through the woods and makes a rustling sound, accompanied by the weakened wailing of the autumn cicadas, it looks strange and gloomy.

A man in his 40s stood nervously in the middle of the dense forest, looking at the sky from time to time, looking left and right from time to time, vigilant and anxious, as if he was waiting for someone.

"Ma Shilang is really on time." Suddenly, a clear voice sounded with a deep smile, instantly adding a bit of elegance to this murderous and treacherous dense forest.

The man called Ma Shilang is Ma Zhuying, the servant of the Great Qin Military Department. He was startled for a moment, and looked in the direction of the sound. Good guy, he has been paying attention to the surrounding environment all the time. The appearance of the sound here, the kung fu should be so high, maybe it is not far behind the God of War Lie Wang.

Clothes fluttered with the wind, flowing like a stream of water in the clear glow of the bright moon. The visitor was wearing a silver-patterned moon-white brocade robe, and walked towards him step by step, as if strolling leisurely in a courtyard.

When he got closer, he could see his face clearly. His eyes were narrow and long like willow silk, the tip of his brow slightly raised, and the corners of his lips curled up softly. It was Dongfang Run who had left Chang'an.

Ma Zhuying's pupils shrank, and he shook off the letter he had been clutching in his hand, and asked in a hateful voice, "What does the Seventh Prince mean?"

There are two lines of flowing ink on the letter paper, the strokes are elegant and distant, but there is a hint of the momentum of Lingyun: Tonight, in the dense forest on the outskirts of the city, the antidote is given, and it will not be long if you die!
Dongfang Run stood with his hands behind his back, smiling without saying a word, his eyes, which were as foggy as fog, couldn't see any emotions, bottomless.

Ma Zhuying stared at Dongfang Run suspiciously, looked at it for a long time, and then asked again: "Ming people don't speak secretly, the Seventh Prince left this letter in my study, why didn't he say anything when he saw me?"

Dongfang Run picked up his long and narrow eyes, smiled softly, and his voice was as soft as the wind: "Run is very interested in Daqin's border defense map."

Ma Zhuying looked at him as if he was looking at a fool, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, the laughter echoed loudly in the dense forest, he leaned back and forth as he laughed, and when he had had enough, he sneered coldly: "Is the Seventh Prince just a fool's dream! "

Dongfang Run didn't mind at all, with a gentle demeanor, the smile on his lips was not a trace of embarrassment, and he nodded very seriously: "Maybe..."

Ma Zhuying's eyes flickered, and he frowned and asked, "What does the Seventh Prince mean?"

Dongfang Run didn't answer but asked instead: "Does Ma Shilang know about the soul?"

"I am naturally aware of the secret medicine of Eastern Chu. After being poisoned, there will be no symptoms at all. I need to take the antidote every three months. Once the medicine is stopped, my voice will stop. If the Seventh Prince invites me to come here just to say these unnecessary things, then this official I will not accompany you!"

Ma Zhuying flicked his sleeves impatiently, turned around and strode towards Chang'an City.

Behind Dongfang Run's leisurely voice came with the wind, as if sighing: "It's been March since the night in Yinxiang Tower..."

Ma Zhuying's steps stopped suddenly, she turned her head suddenly, and asked in surprise, "You...what do you mean?"

Dongfang Run still had that tepid look, and chuckled lightly: "Ma Shilang is a smart man, why should Run speak out."

Ma Zhuying was dubious, and lowered his head to think for a long time. Dongfang Run was not in a hurry, and waited quietly. When his eyes swept around, he suddenly frowned.

The coldness spread in those vacant eyes, the tip of the toes, the moon white and silver streaks danced, reflected a little bit of light under the moonlight, and flew towards the direction when it came.

The shadows of the trees whirled, the wind whimpered, and the dense forest was black and hideous.

Suddenly, Dongfang Run's leaping footsteps stopped abruptly, and he stopped abruptly. The corners of his lips curled into a gentle smile, which formed a strong contrast with the coldness in his eyes. He said with a leisurely smile: " Prince Lie, please stay safe."

The moment the voice fell, a torch suddenly lit up in front of the originally dark dense forest, illuminating the dense forest like daytime.

Under the dazzling firelight, Zhan Beilie in a black brocade robe stood awe-inspiringly, his sharp-edged lips curled up in a murderous arc, his eagle eyes were filled with admiration, and next to him was Leng Xia, who was leisurely with his arms around him, tilting his head and eyes full of interest abundant.

Two figures stood side by side, one tall and straight, the other slender and exquisite, perfectly matched and harmonious.

Dongfang Run frowned slightly for this knowledge, and then looked behind the two, row after row of black-clothed guards, holding bows and arrows and pointing straight ahead, if he hadn't noticed the subtle murderous intent just now, and stopped in time, at this time Entering the archer's range area, you will definitely be shot into a sieve!
He smiled slightly, as if what he was facing was not a steel knife or halberd at all, he was calm and calm: "Lord Lie has put in a lot of effort in order to be moist."

Zhan Beilie knew that he was referring to the poisoning of officials, so he lured him into a trap, automatically ignored his sarcasm, and said in a deep voice: "The seven princes never see the end, so it's rare to meet here."

Dongfang Run smiled softly, looked up at the sky, and asked with great interest: "How does Prince Lie plan to entertain Run?"

Zhan Beilie and Dongfang Run stared at each other silently. They didn't know whether it was fighting spirit or coldness in their eyes, it seemed like a silent contest.After a while, Zhan Beilie's cold and domineering voice suddenly exploded: "Jijiu!"

After these words fell, boundless murderous aura emanated from the dense forest, and even the air was almost stagnant amidst the turbulence.

Among smart people, words don't have to be so clear.

A few days ago, Dongfang Run left Chang'an with the Eastern Chu envoy in full view. Everyone knew about it. Even if he was killed here, no one knew.You say you are Dongfang Run, who will admit it?The Seventh Prince has already left Chang'an City, you are Dongfang Run, why did you sneak back again?But what is the plot against Daqin?
(End of this chapter)