After I died, the sickly prince turned black

The three of them were walking towards the camp when Meng Zhaoyong, who was in charge of guarding the other side, came over covered in blood.

"Who shot that arrow just now?" Meng Zhaoyong said excitedly, "It's so far away that it actually pierces the center of the eyebrows. It's nothing more than a hundred steps!"

Hearing this, You Zimo and Zhao Yan looked at each other, then turned to look at You Ziqing.

Meng Zhaoyong followed the gazes of the two, and his face immediately stiffened with excitement, and his tone was questioning: "Did the princess shoot?"

Facing doubts, You Ziqing didn't care: "When will I have the opportunity to compete with the old general?"

"Then what are you waiting for?" Meng Zhaoyong subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab You Ziqing, but then withdrew his hand when he thought of his identity: "Let's go now, to the school grounds!"

You Ziqing looked at Meng Zhaoyong in shock, never expecting that this old man would still say that the wind is the rain.

But since the other party has said so, let's go.

The group went straight to the shooting range.

"What kind of competition does Old General Meng want?" You Ziqing took the bow and arrow from the soldier at the side and tried it out, then turned to ask Meng Zhaoyong.

"Ten arrows make a game, and whoever gets the most hearts wins." Meng Zhaoyong glanced at You Ziqing, and chose the most conservative method of the competition, without increasing the difficulty.

You Ziqing nodded: "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his bow and set up an arrow, and shot out with a swish, hitting the red heart with a thud.

Regardless of Meng Zhaoyong's side, a volley of arrows came.

There was only a buzzing sound, and the seven arrows squeezed into the red heart.

Before the people present clapped their hands and applauded, another arrow swished.

This time the arrow directly pierced through the most central arrow, nailed it firmly, and went straight through the target.

Ten arrows hit all.

For a moment, the entire shooting range was so quiet that only the suppressed breathing of the crowd could be heard.And Meng Zhaoyong stood there dumbfounded before he shot an arrow.

I don't know who took the lead, and thunderous applause erupted in an instant, but You Ziqing turned and left expressionlessly, with the anger that had not yet dissipated in his eyes.

After watching his back for a while, Meng Zhaoyong came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream, but his first reaction was pity: "What a good seedling, why did he get married?!"

Zhao Yan kindly reminded: "General, don't say this in front of big brother, otherwise even if it is you, General, he will have to turn his back."

Meng Zhaoyong's expression froze, but his heart was still filled with embarrassment.

You Zimo ignored the two, and jumped off the shooting range to catch up with You Ziqing: "Are you still worried about King Ning?"

"There is no news, I feel very uneasy." You Ziqing closed his eyes: "Just at that moment, I was in a panic. Second brother, I came to find him."

You Zimo's face changed when he heard it: "No way!"

Then he persuaded: "San'er, we have already sent scouts to find people, you can't act recklessly? You can't go looking for them privately. If you want something, I can't explain it to my family, let alone my family. Even if King Ning comes back, I won’t be able to explain it!”

"Here, these people are the ones he will risk his life to protect." You Ziqing said as he walked, "Since I'm here, I will protect him what he wants to protect. However, I will not give up looking for He, second brother, I can't wait for news from the scouts."

"What do you want?" You Zimo frowned.

"In today's battle, we defended the city without attacking and then shot the leader to deter them. Dala's side would only think that we were deliberately bluffing to intimidate them, but in fact, as we deliberately revealed, we are already strong on the outside."

You Ziqing paused and said, "No accident, there will be a night attack tonight."

You Zimo looked at You Ziqing, always feeling that he was planning something, but looking at the dark circles under his eyes that didn't go away after sleeping all night, he felt very distressed.

"San'er." You Zimo held You Ziqing's arm, with a rare expression on his face: "No matter, no matter what news the scouts brought back at the end, you are not allowed to do stupid things, you know?"

You Ziqing just smiled and said: "I will find him, if I want to see people, if I want to die...see the corpse."

Watching You Ziqing leave without looking back, You Zimo sighed.Although You Ziqing didn't say anything, he had already expressed his determination.

If something happened to Zhao Zhen, his younger brother might go crazy.

Right now, I can only pray that people are ok.

When You Ziqing went back, he summoned all the hidden guards he had brought with him.

"Now we have roughly figured out the circumstances of His Highness's disappearance. Although the result may not be bad, we can't just wait."

You Ziqing unfolded the map and circled the location where Zhao Zhen was chasing Prince Dala with his fingers dipped in cinnabar: "Dark four dark nine, you two are very skilled, take this map and bring some people, and immediately find the whereabouts of His Highness."

After rolling up the map and putting it down, You Ziqing sat down.

"Find His Highness and tell him to come back as soon as possible. This territory and these people have to be guarded by him. If he hasn't come back after beating Da La, I will go find him myself." You Ziqing had no expression on his face. The expression was just bloodshot eyes churning with hostility.

Dark four and dark nine hesitated.

Ansi struggled and said: "But, the subordinates stayed here in the first place to protect the young master..."

"Since Your Highness left you for my use, you should obey my orders." You Ziqing raised his eyelids, and looked at Ansi lightly.

That look made Ansi shudder suddenly, and he didn't dare to say anything else, he clasped his fists in response: "Your subordinate obeys!"

"If you find any danger, act according to circumstances and ensure the safety of His Royal Highness, you must pass the news back, don't be rash." You Ziqing handed the map to An Si, looked at him and An Jiu: "Go."

Dark four and dark nine left with their people, only dark seven and dark three stayed behind.

"My lord, don't worry too much. Your Highness has his own destiny, so he will be safe and sound." An Qi held back for a long time before choking out this sentence.

"I know, you guys should go out too." You Ziqing said.

An San also said: "Maybe there will be a tough battle at night, young master, let's sleep for a while now, Eunuch Hu is not here, and our group of big bosses don't know how to serve others..."

"Okay." You Ziqing said with a smile: "All of you were reticent before, why have you become so talkative after not being around me for a long time?"

Dark three and dark seven looked at each other and had no choice but to back out.

As soon as he went out, An Qi almost bumped into Zhao Yan's arms, and was about to run away sullenly, when he was grabbed by the back collar and took him directly to his camp.

Dark three: "..."

Seeing his brother being dragged away, the third player slipped away silently.

Zhao Yan did not put on a face like before, and let go of him after bringing him back to the tent.

"Three, what orders does the Third Prince have?" An Qi asked nervously.

"Do you only know this sentence when you see me?" Zhao Yan raised his eyebrows.

Dark Seven immediately shut up and waited for instructions.

Zhao Yan sighed, and ordered: "The people who are traveling these days are tired and thin, so go to bed and sleep to make up for the lost meat."

"Ah?" An Qi was taken aback when he heard the words.

"Ah what?" Zhao Yan said angrily, "Hurry up and go to bed."

"Oh." An Qi was about to go out in a daze, but was dragged back just as he turned around.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Zhao Yan gave An Qi a headache: "I'll let you go to bed, there, my bed."

"But the villain has..."

Before An Qi could finish speaking, Zhao Yan carried him onto his shoulders and threw him onto the bed in a few steps.

Dark Seven: "..."

This person doesn't go to the pier to carry it, what a shame!

Zhao Yan originally planned to put him down and leave, but when he actually carried him to the bed, he suddenly felt as if his claws were scratching his heart, and it was so itchy that he couldn't bear to leave.

"If you look at me with such ungrateful eyes again, I won't be polite." Zhao Yan took off An Qi's shoes and socks, shook off the quilt and stuffed him into the bed: "Little heartless, your man's arm is hurt. I don't know how to care."

An Qi moved his eyes to Zhao Yan's arm, pursed his lips and did not ask.

Zhao Yan didn't notice, and sat down beside the bed: "Go to sleep."