King's Landing [Rebirth]

Sima Rong clenched his teeth, his brows furrowed into knots, and the moment the dagger pierced into his flesh, he trembled in pain. All the pain he had deliberately forgotten rushed to his heart, but the effort of taking a deep breath made him tremble again. Press down hard.

In his previous life, he was in so much pain that he couldn't sleep all night. He endured it. Before he died, he was pierced by a sword through his heart. He also resisted it. Now he just suffered some flesh injuries. How could he not bear it?

Wang Shuzhi saw that his trembling eyelashes stopped quickly, and even the fundus of his eyes returned to the usual cold and gloomy. He was shocked and hurt in his heart. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the boatman getting up from the stern, hurriedly kicked the oars, and hit the oars straight. On the boatman's chest.

The boatman was very agile, and although he was almost knocked off the boat, he reached out his hand and buckled it on the side of the boat in time, and jumped back up again with his strength.

Wang Shuyi hugged Sima Rong tightly with one hand, took half a step back, raised the other hand, put his fingers in his mouth, and blew a loud and sharp whistle towards the shore. Seeing that the boatman took out a knife from his coir raincoat, he slashed straight at it, and hurriedly Dodging away from the man in his arms, he quickly grabbed the boatman's wrist with one hand, twisted it violently, and the blade turned, and chopped at the other hand that he stretched out.

The boatman was startled, and hurriedly withdrew his strength, and wanted to lift his foot again.

Sima Rong broke free from Wang Shuzhi's embrace, squatted down and rushed over, grabbing the boatman's ankle and dragging.

The boat was wet, and it was not easy to stand still. The boatman's foot plate was unstable, and he fell heavily on his back.

Surprised, Wang Shuzhi hurriedly supported Sima Rong, took advantage of the situation and grabbed the saber, stabbed it hard at the boatman's chest, then pulled out the saber, immediately spattered scarlet blood, and hugged Sima Rong tightly with his other hand, he said urgently: "Yes. I'm here, don't move!"

Sima Rong nodded vigorously, his lips were less bloody, and his face was even paler.

Although the boatman struggled to get up, the weapon in his hand had been taken away by Wang Shuzhi, and he was gradually lost. However, the two assassins at the stern couldn't get rid of the entanglement of the guards, so they couldn't attack for a while, which gave them a chance to breathe.

The boat sank faster and faster, Wang Shuzhi kicked the boatman into the lake, turned around and kicked down all the desks and other sundries, and then raised his eyes to find that his eyelashes were covered with snowdrops, he hurriedly looked down at Sima Rong, hugged him The hands on his back felt hot and humid, and his heart was flustered like never before. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the sound of water falling in his ears. When he raised his eyes, he found that there was only one guard left on the bow.

One of the assassins had already been killed, and the other continued to wrestle with the guards in the water.

The rest of the guards turned their heads and saw that most of the water had entered the cabin, so they hurried over to check, quickly took off their clothes to block the seepage, then jumped into the water, and scooped water out on the side of the boat.

Sima Rong saw that the guard was shivering from the cold, turned to Wang Shuzhi, and said with great effort: "We also entered the water, turn the boat over, maybe it can still be used."

Wang Shuzhi was looking at the shore, his face was covered with frost and he said: "No need, Pei Liang brought people over."

Sima Rong turned his head and saw a few small boats on the bank coming towards him, he was finally relieved.

The space between the sky and the earth was already silvery white, and the two stood at the stern of the boat like snowmen. Wang Shuzhi took off his clothes and wrapped Sima Rong around him. He pursed his lips and did not speak again. He just looked at him fixedly, and there was no smile in his deep eyes. , seeing his face getting paler, couldn't help raising his hand to touch it, but accidentally left a bloodstain, and hurriedly picked up his sleeve and wiped it off.

Sima Rong didn't care about struggling at this moment, and leaned against him without strength, holding the flute tightly in his hand.

After Pei Liang and others approached, the remaining assassin was bound and dying, while Wang Shuzhi led Sima Rong away from the sinking boat, helped him sit down in another boat, and nervously inspected his injuries.

Sima Rong shook his head: "It's a bit of an injury, it doesn't matter."

Wang Shuzhi's heart was full of thorns, and he took his hand with a calm face.

"Not good!" Pei Liang, who was standing at the bow, suddenly changed his expression, and hurriedly waved his hands to order, "There are archers on the shore! Get back!"

As soon as the words fell, a sharp arrow shot through the roof of the cabin, followed by whistling sounds one after another, obviously a large number of people were firing arrows on the shore.

Wang Shuzhi said coldly, "Is the assassin dead?"

The guard cupped his fists: "Never."

"Pry open his mouth, chop off his limbs and cut off his ears if he can't pass the trial."

"Yes!"

Soon, there was a shrill scream from the nearby boat, shaking the snowflakes on the cabin roof and falling down. Wang Shuzhi clenched his hands tightly, and subconsciously looked down at Sima Rong, but he saw that his expression was calm and his eyes were calm. , slightly surprised in my heart.

Sima Rong lowered his eyes, paused for a moment, leaned over to look at the bottom of the cabin, pulled out his hand to feel it, and found a thin crack.

"Don't move around." Wang Shuzhi pulled his hand back and held it again.

"This boat is also leaking." Sima Rong said calmly.

Wang Shuzhi frowned and nodded: "You lean here to rest first." After he settled down, he walked out of the cabin and looked around, and ordered, "The west bank is closer, turn around and go west."

Seeing that he was the only one left in the cabin, Sima Rong frowned, and smiled bitterly in his heart: It hurts so much, after all, it's not his body, it's worse than before.

The boat sailed westward, and the archers on the shore followed suit. Fortunately, they could not get around the lake faster than they did on the water, but the boat had a gap, and it couldn't be blocked. After all, it couldn't support it to the shore. , completely sank a few feet away from the shore.

Sima Rong was not able to swim in the first place, not to mention he was injured, so several guards finally swam to the shore. Even so, when his chest touched the icy water, he was still terribly frozen. With the remaining strength to shiver, Wang Shuzhi, who was also drenched, stretched out his arms to hug him, but finally couldn't support him, and passed out leaning on his shoulder.

"Pa-ta--" There was a light sound on the ground.

Wang Shuzhi happened to lower his head, and saw his fingers loosened, and the flute he was holding fell to the ground. He was stunned for a moment, his heart suddenly swelled up, he quickly picked him up, took a deep look at him, and ordered: "Pick up the flute , send people to the front to find a medical clinic."

"Yes." Pei Liang responded, picked up the flute, gave the order, and hurriedly led the rest of the people to follow, glanced at Sima Rong, and said, "Prime Minister, let the subordinates come down."

"No need."

A few people hurried into the hospital, and a doctor had been entrusted to greet them. After a moment of commotion, Wang Shuzhi stared closely at Sima Rong's pale face and asked, "How is the injury?"

Seeing their well-dressed clothes, the doctor knew that their status was not low, so he naturally tried his best to diagnose and treat them, and replied respectfully: "This young master has lost a lot of blood. It takes a while to heal."

Wang Shuzhi's heartstrings relaxed, he closed his eyes and nodded, "Well, you all go out."

Everyone retreated, and the room returned to silence. Wang Shuzhi sat down beside the couch, looked closely at Sima Rong's sleepy eyes, raised his hand to stroke his forehead, stared at him for a while, and leaned over to touch his eyes. lips, but stopped when they were about to touch them, and finally sighed softly, with complex eyes, and it was difficult to distinguish the taste in his heart, and only a light imprint was made on the corner of his eyes.

It was getting dark, Pei Liang walked in from the outside, clasped his fists and said, "Prime Minister, Governor Xia, please see me."

Wang Shuzhi's eyes turned cold, and he looked away from Sima Rong's face. He sat up straight and remained silent for a moment, then asked, "How did he find it?"

"It was said that when I returned to the lake, I couldn't see anyone and found something strange, so I ordered people to search around, and finally got the news, so I came to the hospital."

"Did he ever say anything?"

"He just asked what happened."

Wang Shuzhi sneered: "If you answer his words, tell me the truth about the assassination."

"Yes." Pei Liang replied, and came back not long after he left, and said, "Prefect Xia has ordered someone to investigate, but right now he is still outside, saying that he wants to plead guilty in person."

"Hmm..." Wang Shuzhi raised his eyebrows, "Then let him wait, the truth is not empty."

"Yes." Hearing his calm tone, Pei Liang knew that he was angry, so he couldn't help but glance at Sima Rong, thinking that the person lying on the couch might not be able to wake up for a while, and the prime minister would definitely not. After giving Xia Zhizhang a good face, he went out and replied.

Xia Zhizhang's complexion changed drastically, and he felt cold sweat break out from the back of his heart. He raised his sleeve and wiped his forehead, and asked in a low voice, "How bad is the prime minister?"

Pei Liang thought about all kinds of dangers today, and his expression was very ugly: "The prime minister is not injured, but it is Mr. Yan Qing who was injured."

Xia Zhizhang heaved a sigh of relief when he heard it, and almost blurted out the words "that's good", but stopped abruptly.

Pei Liang gave him a sideways look, and sneered: "Mr. Yan Qing was injured, and the consequences may be more serious than the prime minister's injury. Master Xia should go back and investigate thoroughly."

When Xia Zhizhang heard this, his back tensed up again, and he said tremblingly: "I have been thoroughly investigated by someone, and I will definitely give an explanation to the prime minister! It's just... Mr. Yan Qing is also surnamed Wang, so he is a close relative of the prime minister?"

"At present, no."

"..." Xia Zhizhang was in a fog, and wiped off his cold sweat again, "Then Mr. Yan Qing... Where is the county?"

"The prime minister doesn't know either."

"..." Xia Zhizhang calmed down, thinking that Wang Yanqing seemed to be more noble than the prime minister, and so mysterious, he couldn't help guessing for a while, the more he guessed, the more frightened he became, and finally almost burst into tears, so he lifted his clothes and knelt under the steps, "The next official will plead guilty to the Prime Minister after he comes out."

He knelt down until late at night, Wang Shuzhi never showed up, he just watched over Sima Rong, and when he was feeling restless, he turned around to light the candle wick, when he heard a soft hum from behind, he almost knocked the candlestick over, so he hurriedly turned around and rushed In the past, he was pleasantly surprised: "Yan Qing, are you awake?"