Dingjiangshan

Ning Yan woke up in a moving carriage.

He slowly woke up from the chaos, only to feel that his whole body was shaking violently, as if he had been thrown into the waves for no reason, making him want to vomit.

Ning Yan tilted his head with difficulty, and opened his eyes to see the surrounding situation, but after working hard for a long time, he only saw a black mist.

It took him quite a while before he realized belatedly that something was covered in front of his eyes.

Ning Yan subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch his eyes, but as soon as he moved, he heard a crackling sound—his left hand was locked by a cold and heavy shackle, which seemed to be embedded in something and could be used for movement The scope is very small, Ning Yan touched it with his backhand without any trace, only feeling that the reserved chain is not as long as his palm.

He tried to move his right hand again, but it was a pity that his right hand was not as good as his left hand. He only moved a little, but he felt a piercing pain.

——It's broken, Ning Yan's heart sank.

The painting promised to the emperor's uncle hadn't been finished yet, Ning Yan thought aimlessly, what if his right hand was so useless.

The arrow before Feng Yuan's death was real surprised him. Ning Yan didn't want to suffer such a serious injury, but at that time the situation forced him, and he really had no choice but to hide.

Mistake, Ning Yan sighed in his heart, he should be more careful.

His right hand hurt so badly that his entire arm was numb, perhaps due to excessive blood loss, Ning Yan only felt that his whole body was heavy, his head was dizzy, and his temple hurt like needles.

The carriage under him was moving very fast, Ning Yan touched the side with his only movable left hand, and only touched the cold carriage car, nothing else.

Ning Yan wasn't quite sure where he was or what was going on outside, but he could roughly guess a thing or two.

Ning Zheng has always cherished his life very much, as long as he still has a little life in his hands, he will not commit suicide.

He captured Ning Yan before the battle, and he must use Ning Yan to talk more about the "price" with Ning Huaijin, so he will not put Ning Yan in the Luzhou Mansion, which is likely to be attacked at any time, and can only be sent back to his confidant peace of mind.

Therefore, I am about to be sent back to Anqing Mansion by Ning Zheng.

Ning Yan thought about it for a while, and felt that the situation was not far from what he had guessed before, so he let go of his mind.

He lay silent for a while longer, gathered some strength in his body, gritted his teeth on purpose and turned over, pulling the chain on his left hand rattling loudly.

The voice was so abrupt that outsiders would definitely hear it. Ning Yan waited quietly for a moment, but no one spoke to him, so he knew that Ning Zheng was not there during this trip.

——This is also normal, his good third brother must be busy confronting Ning Huaijin on the front line, and would not condescendingly come to "escort" such a turtle in his urn in person.

Ning Yan opened his eyes for a long time, and gradually became familiar with the black mist in front of him.

The cloth covering his eyes was made of unknown material, and it was not very densely woven. After getting used to the darkness, Ning Yan could still vaguely see a faint light through the gaps in the weaving thread.

It's just that the light outside is dim, and there are not many places for him to see clearly. Ning Yan has worked hard for a long time, but he can only see a few blurred halos.

The halo is not dazzling, but more like the warm yellow candle color.But to prevent fires, candlesticks are rarely placed in carriages, so Ning Yan vaguely recognized them for a while, then guessed that it was sunset time outside.

It was already close to the afternoon when he faced Ning Zheng before the battle, and since it was just sunset, it meant that he was in a coma for a short time, no more than three hours at most.

While Ning Yan was thinking about this, he leaned on the car and listened to the movement outside.

The wheels ran over the fine and soft soil, and would be jolted by the stones on the road from time to time. Ning Yan frowned and eased through the bumps, thinking that the current [-]% official road was an unknown path.

In addition to the trivial sound of the wheels moving, there was also the chaotic sound of hoofs and footsteps outside. It sounded like there were at least a dozen horses alone, let alone the number of people.

Ning Yan calculated silently in his heart, and realized that if counted by the number of people, all of Ning Zheng's personal guards might be here.

He lowered his eyes slightly, listened for a while without making a fuss, and then shook the chain on his left hand by turning over.

The injury of Ning Yan's right hand was unclear, and he didn't dare to move it, so he could only do something with his immobile left hand.

This pair of shackles was quite heavy. The chains that bound Ning Yan's wrists were as thick as three fingers. When he turned over, he slipped from Ning Yan's body, and hit the wall with a bang, making two crisp sounds of varying heights.

This movement finally alarmed the people outside, and there were two deliberate voices of deliberation coming from outside the carriage.

Hearing the sound, Ning Yan turned his head to the inside, closed his eyes slightly, slowed down his breathing, and pretended not to wake up.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the carriage was pushed open by a narrow gap, and the guard outside took a look inside, making sure that there was nothing unexpected in the carriage, and then carefully closed the door again.

Ning Yan opened his eyes, silently counted three times in his heart, and then heard an eagle's cry outside, accompanied by the sound of forest leaves.

Ning Yan knew the current situation in his heart, so he stopped tossing, and closed his eyes with peace of mind, ready to close his eyes and rest his mind.

Anyway, since Ning Zheng wanted to send him back to Anqing Mansion according to his guess, it meant that Ning Zheng was indeed not crazy enough to dare to kill him. If so, for Ning Yan, everything was under his control , there is nothing to think about temporarily.

——Oh no, Ning Yan suddenly thought, there are still some.

He had to think about how to deal with Ning Huaijin.

The little His Majesty, who was exhausted, finally felt a headache belatedly. He still remembered Ning Huaijin's frightened and angry appearance before he fell off the horse. Prince Gong must have been so angry that he even He didn't even remember his honorific title, so he opened his mouth and called him "Ning Yan" by his first and last name.

Ning Yan frowned, turned his head and pressed his forehead against the cold carriage wall, and sighed inwardly.

I don't want anything extravagant, I just hope that Uncle Huang won't get mad at me, Ning Yan thought palely.

Thinking of Ning Huaijin, Ning Yan was not so sure, and couldn't help thinking over and over again, one moment was "Is his old injury healed quickly, and will he be angry with me"; Did he understand the gestures he made?"

The young His Majesty is in prison, he doesn't want to think about his situation and whether there will be danger in the future, but he has worried a lot about these things.

If Ning Huaijin knew that he still thought about these things at this point, he didn't know how angry he would be.

When Ning Yan was taken away by the enemy in front of the formation of the two armies, Ning Huaijin almost went crazy and tried to snatch him regardless.

But Ning Zheng was finally hit by the pie falling from the sky, how could he let him go so easily, even if his own troops were damaged, he would also withdraw his troops, and he walked swiftly and without any desire to fight.

The terrain was already more favorable to Ning Yan, but Ning Huaijin chased him desperately, but it was of no avail. In the end, Xie Jue couldn't stand it anymore. When Ning Huaijin was off guard, he knocked Ning Yan unconscious with a knife, and called for withdrawal.

Ning Huaijin lost her mind, but Xie Jue really didn't dare to chase her anymore.He was afraid of driving the dog into a poor alley, and Ning Zheng also lost his mind and went crazy, wanting to smash the jar.

It'd be fine if they fought to the death, but Ning Yan was still in their hands. Xie Jue didn't dare to take the risk, so he had to bring Ning Huaijin back to the camp first, hoping to wait for him to calm down before making any plans.

Ning Huaijin may not understand this truth, but Ning Yan was injured on the battlefield, and now his whereabouts are unknown, no matter how big his heart is, he can't sit still.

Almost as soon as he woke up, he got up to mobilize troops to attack the city.

Xie Jue was guarding against his hotheadedness, so he stayed in his tent and did not dare to leave. Seeing this, Xie Jue stepped forward and grabbed Ning Huaijin.

"My lord!" Xie Jue said anxiously: "What's the use of going now, what if Ning Zheng is in a hurry, what if he is not good for His Majesty!"

"Then I'm just watching?" Ning Huaijin's cautious and elegant demeanor was completely shattered for a while, and he lost his half-calm appearance. "Who is Ning Zheng? Can I still have one in my hand!"

"I saw His Majesty's gesture, and the prince also saw it." Xie Jue said earnestly: "This is not an accident, Your Majesty may have his own considerations."

"What kind of consideration is there for His Majesty Tangtang to fall into the crowd of enemy soldiers!" Seeing Xie Jue's refusal to give in, Ning Huaijin couldn't help being angry, and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

"Ning Zheng dare not do anything to His Majesty!" Xie Jue also became angry, and raised his voice: "He wants to rebel, but he is not stupid! What a bargaining chip Your Majesty is, if he is not crazy, he will not really hurt you Otherwise, if something unexpected happens to Your Majesty, whether it is you or me, who can let Ning Zheng go, Ning Zheng finally got such a big convenience, will he send it out for no reason!"

Ning Huaijin didn't know what Xie Jue said.

Even if Ning Zheng captured Ning Yan, instead of killing him, he had to save his life and tell him not to die by his own hands.

Otherwise, Ning Zheng's situation will only be more dangerous than it is now.

The Beijing Central Cabinet is headed by Jiang Xiaohan, and the border guards are Xie Jue's confidantes. Now that the army in the hinterland of the Central Plains is in the hands of Ning Huaijin, which one of them has no new or old hatred with Ning Zheng? If Ning Yan is really lost Their lives, these important ministers outside have no scruples, and they will only fight with Ning Zheng even more.

At that time, there will be no face between the royal family. With Ning Huaijin's ruthlessness, he can really do the thing of dragging Ruan Yin out of the imperial temple to sacrifice the flag.

Ning Huaijin knew all these reasons in his heart, but when this happened to someone else, he could still rationally analyze the pros and cons, but Ning Yan couldn't think of anything.

He didn't dare to take half a risk with Ning Yan.

"Zhaoming, if you are still willing to listen to me, don't stop me." Ning Huaijin took a step back, took her longbow from the side of the tent, and turned to go out.

How could Xie Jue really watch him go out like this, strode forward, blocked his waist and bumped into him, forcefully blocking him back.

"You go now!" Xie Jue shouted: "Ning Zheng is already ready to wait for you, believe it or not! If you go now, it means that you will never return!"

Ning Huaijin trembled with anger, he gritted his teeth fiercely, the fire in his heart made his internal organs ache.

He took a step back trembling, finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned his hand and slapped the longbow on the table, and said sharply: "For your majesty, this king will give up anything!"