After I died, the sickly prince turned black

After comforting You Ziqing, Zhao Zhen went to Zhao Yan's camp.

Seeing Zhao Zhen enter the door, Zhao Yan stared, and glanced down his waist in surprise.

"So fast?"

Zhao Zhen's footsteps stopped, and his face immediately turned dark.

But it was rare that Zhao Zhen didn't lose his temper and hit anyone, but just cast a heavy look at Zhao Yan, then walked across to him and sat down.

"I think he has injuries..." Zhao Zhen frowned: "He..."

"Hey!" Zhao Yan saw that Zhao Zhen wasn't going to beat someone, so he relaxed, poured a cup of tea and put it in front of him: "Didn't you see how crazy he was before, and he blushed when he went to the battlefield? The veterans are fierce and full of hostility, even when they fooled around with Zhao Ji, they had never seen it before, and those wounds were left on the battlefield."

Zhao Zhen shook the hand holding the teacup.

"Fortunately, you're fine." Zhao Yan sighed, "He, he's reached his limit. When he received a letter from Vice General You, knowing that you're safe, he passed out on the spot with great joy and sorrow. He was in a coma for two days and one night."

Zhao Zhen put down the teacup, his eyes filled with distress.

"But he is really good, with his riding and shooting skills, even Old General Meng sighed, and felt that it would be a pity to marry you." Zhao Yan couldn't help laughing when he mentioned this.

Zhao Zhen didn't smile: "Originally, I was going to join Vice General You and the others, but I rushed over after hearing that he was in a bad condition."

Zhao Yan paused, and suddenly asked seriously: "How is the situation on your side? Is it going well?"

"King Dala was assassinated and died. The withdrawal of troops has already started over there. The second prince Dala should get the news soon."

Zhao Zhen's tone was calm and his eyes were stern: "Dala's civil strife will be a good time to attack."

"Zhao Ji's side..." Zhao Yan paused, "Brother Qing meant to execute him privately, but he is a wanted criminal after all, if he is not escorted back to Beijing, he might be in trouble."

"Heh!" Zhao Zhen snorted coldly: "The rebels who collude with the enemy and betray the country and lure wolves into the house, kill them as soon as they are killed, what's the trouble?"

"But……"

"The battlefield is changing rapidly, and the sword has no eyes. Either you die or I live. Just to escort back to Beijing, you have to keep such a scourge with your hands tied. Why?"

Zhao Zhen stood up: "Ziqing can do whatever he wants with this matter. If there is a problem, I, Zhao Zhen, will bear it alone."

Seeing that the couple was determined to take care of Zhao Ji with their own hands, Zhao Yan didn't say any more. Anyway, he will still be there at that time, so I don't believe they can really be convicted for a traitor.

After talking about the business, seeing Zhao Zhen turned around and was about to leave, Zhao Yan turned his eyes and became serious again: "So the elder brother is not willing to do it because Gu Jiqing is injured, isn't it because he can't do it?"

Zhao Zhen stopped abruptly, turned his head and stared coldly at the hippie smiling Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan was so stared at that he subconsciously shrank his shoulders. Just when he thought he would be beaten, Zhao Zhen suddenly lost his momentum and raised his eyebrows.

"You haven't won the Dark Seven until now, is it because you can't?" Zhao Zhen glanced at his waist meaningfully, and then walked out without looking back.

Zhao Yan: "..."

What Zhao Zhen said was correct, they soon got the news that the second prince Dala was ready to withdraw his troops and rush back to the royal court immediately after receiving the news of King Dala's death.

As soon as the Dala soldiers withdrew, Zhao Ji stopped cooking completely.

He could go to Dala with him, but the situation in Dara is unclear and the internal turmoil is turbulent. If he goes there, he may not be able to please him. Instead, he will be easily trapped in a whirlpool. If he doesn't go, the remnants of Hu Lak he has are not enough to make things happen.

For a while, Zhao Ji was in a dilemma, unable to get off while riding a tiger.

To advance is to hit a stone with an egg, and to retreat, this life is over. It is almost impossible to use the power of other countries to plot rebellion.

Since there was no way to retreat, Zhao Ji stayed behind, intending to gather a single-winged force and fight one last time.

But Dala withdrew his troops, and the small tribal country of Shanyi didn't have the guts to continue provoking the big country, so he also withdrew.

Zhao Ji was alone and helpless, but he refused to admit defeat. Seeing Zhao Zhen's army approaching the city, the captured You Yuqiong, who was already worthless, was dragged up the city wall.

"That's... You Yuqiong?"

Looking at the woman pushed up the city wall, Zhao Yan squinted for a long time before recognizing it, and almost subconsciously turned to look at You Ziqing.

You Ziqing also looked at it, but there was not much expression on his face, only the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

As for Zhao Zhen, he stared at Zhao Ji who was hiding behind You Yuqiong from the beginning to the end.

"Fuck!" Zhao Yan raised his voice and shouted: "Zhao Ji, you are really not a thing to push a woman out at this time!"

Zhao Ji stood on the high city wall, but his eyes did not fall on Zhao Yan who was shouting and cursing, but locked on You Ziqing almost greedily.

"You Yuqiong is in my hands, if you dare to act rashly, I will kill her and bury her right now!" Zhao Ji shouted, "Ziqing, your elder sister is in my hands, do you really have the heart to see her die like this? ?”

You Yuqiong trembled all over, feeling fear and hatred in her heart, but she had to cooperate when the dagger was pressed against her lower back.

"Ziqing! I'm the eldest sister! I don't want to die, please help me! Please help me!"

You Yuqiong was just cooperating at first, but when she shouted and shouted, she felt her true feelings. However, the more she begged You Ziqing, the hatred in her heart became distorted, and she had to bow her head just to survive: "Ziqing! It was you at the beginning. Big sister is wrong, big sister really knows it is wrong, please, save big sister Ziqing!"

Zhao Ji was very satisfied with You Yuqiong's performance, snorted and continued to look down at You Ziqing and shouted: "If you want to save her, withdraw your troops immediately, and you Ziqing has to stay!"

Zhao Zhen's eyes sharpened, and he was about to attack immediately. You Ziqing held down his hand and gave Zhao Zhen a reassuring look. Without hesitation, You Ziqing drew the bow and set the arrow, and directly shot You Yuqiong through the heart .

You Yuqiong didn't even have time to panic, and died under You Ziqing's arrow.

Zhao Zhen gave the order to attack the city, and thousands of arrows were fired. Zhao Ji didn't have time to shock You Ziqing's cruelty, so he dragged You Yuqiong's body from left to right to avoid it.

It wasn't until the soldiers protected him with shields that he pushed You Yuqiong's body, which had been shot into a sieve, off the city wall and retreated quickly.

However, Zhao Ji's scattered army without the help of Da La soldiers was completely vulnerable. Zhao Zhen and his side almost used all their strength to break through the city gate and capture Zhao Ji alive.

You Ziqing walked in front of him, tied the flower with a long sword, and cut his tendons and hamstrings on the spot.

Looking at the man kneeling on the ground covered in blood, You Ziqing raised his foot and kicked him to the ground, and then met a pair of regretful and affectionate eyes.

"Ziqing, I'm sorry, I'm the one who's sorry for you..." Zhao Ji's mouth was full of blood: "I... I have never figured out why you suddenly hated me so much overnight, until I did it a few days ago I had a dream, in the dream, we were never separated, but I listened to the traitor's slander and betrayed you, every time I regret looking for you, I find you in ruins at the end, those, are they true?"

Before Zhao Ji finished speaking, You Ziqing's sword entered his throat and cut off his tongue on the spot.

Blood splattered, and seeing Zhao Ji fell to the ground and writhing in pain, You Ziqing said coldly, "Take your sorry, and go to hell."

Just as he was about to make another move, Zhao Zhen stepped forward and grabbed his wrist.

"It's not a pity for this kind of person to die by a thousand swords. There's no need to dirty your hands for him." Zhao Zhen held You Ziqing in his arms.

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't wait for anyone's reaction, only to see him raise the sword and drop it, as fast as the shadow of a gust of wind.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Ji was cut into a skeleton from the neck down.In the end, he was beheaded by a sword.

Zhao Zhen covered You Ziqing's eyes with one hand, and turned to look at Zhao Yan: "Put the head on so that I can bring it back to Beijing and return to life!"

Zhao Yan: "..."

Without saying anything, someone immediately put Zhao Ji's head in a wooden box and put it away.

But they didn't stop there, they joined You Zimo's side and directly attacked Dala King's Court.