[Zhan Zhao] Counseling County Master Chasing Her Husband

You are more important than my life.

These words seemed to have grown wings, and they didn't think it was enough to get into Jin Zhao's ears, they got into his mind, and then into his chest.

Over and over again, ups and downs in his body.

Zhan Zhao's chest rose and fell slightly, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he looked at Zhao Ning with a stubborn expression in front of him.

She was so young, her facial features hadn't fully developed yet, her round eyes stared at him intently, her eyes were blushing, she didn't know if it was because she hadn't slept all night, or because of what she said just now.

Zhan Zhao clenched the giant que in his hand, and said, "The princess is deeply affectionate, I can't repay you..."

Zhao Ning's fingertips turned white, he gripped Zhan Zhao's skirt tightly, and interrupted him: "I never thought of asking you to repay me."

Zhao Ning said: "If you insist on repaying, then—"

Zhao Ning looked at Zhan Zhao, as if confirming something, laughed, and said, "You are living well, that is the best reward for me."

In the gossip altar, the sun was covered by thick fog, and the surrounding area was foggy and dusty. In this cloud-shrouded world, Zhan Zhao felt that Zhao Ning's eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky.

Zhao Ning treated him like this, and he couldn't let her down.

Thinking of the scene where she fainted and coughed up blood, Zhan Zhao frowned, held her hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to see you in pain."

Zhan Zhao looked around the thick fog, he knew that as long as he passed through the thick fog, he would be able to reach Fuxi's mausoleum.

The immortal grass in the mausoleum is Zhao Ning's only hope.

Zhan Zhao said to Zhao Ning: "Out of the Eight Diagrams Altar, it's Fuxi's mausoleum."

"I'll go inside and get you the immortal grass. Once you get the immortal grass, your body will recover."

"But there is no undead grass inside."

Seeing that Zhan Zhao was unmoved, Zhao Ning's voice became anxious: "Why don't you understand, I don't want you to take this risk..."

"If you don't want me to take this risk, then who would you want to take this risk? Anlehou Pangyu?"

Zhao Ning was startled, and said, "No, I don't want anyone to take this risk."

Zhan Zhao heaved a sigh of relief, stretched his brows, and said, "En."

Zhao Ning thought that he had given up looking for the undead grass, and his complexion turned warm. When he was about to talk to Zhan Zhao about how to get out, he heard Zhan Zhao say: "If there is really undead grass inside, I should be the one to get it for you."

Zhao Ning: "..."

Zhao Ning took a deep breath and tried her best to stabilize her emotions. When Zhan Zhao became stubborn, there was nothing she could do.

Zhao Ning said: "Let's not talk about whether there are immortal grass in the mausoleum, if there is, you took the immortal grass, once the world finds out, it will be a serious crime of confiscating one's family and exterminating one's family—"

"The world won't know."

Zhan Zhao looked at Zhao Ning's serious expression of analyzing the pros and cons with him, his heart softened, and he pinched her delicate face.

Zhan Zhao said, "I have confidence in my own skills."

Zhan Zhao looked around at the dense fog that lingered around him, looking as far as the eye could see, his eyes were full of chaos.

"If it wasn't for this formation, I would have already entered the mausoleum. Mechanisms and sharp arrows are of little use to me. There is nothing else that can trap me except innate gossip."

"So, don't worry about being found out. You won't be found out."

Zhan Zhao pinched her little face, a little embarrassed to tell her that he can come and go freely in the most heavily guarded palace in the world, let alone just a mausoleum.

Talking about this might sound like boasting, but Zhan Zhao is a modest and prudent person, so naturally he would not say such things, so he just said: "Zhan Zhao has been in the rivers and lakes since he was a child, and he has experienced countless traps and traps, and he has never lost his life here. , let alone be noticed.”

"So don't worry about me."

Zhan Zhao caressed her face gently and said softly.

"But, you forgot Xinghua."

Zhao Ning has always been extremely reassured about Zhan Zhao's martial arts, but she is not at ease about Zhao Jue!

Zhao Ning straightened his mind and said, "Xinghua's owner is Zhao Jue, King of Xiangyang. He tricked Xiaoyu to come here to die with the news of the immortal grass. Xinghua gave you the blueprint. How could he not know?"

"Zhao Jue, the city is extremely deep, and he is unwilling to be subordinated to others. The officials that the Emperor's subordinates need are all thorns in his eyes. Once he finds out about your intrusion into the Taihao Mausoleum, he will send people to spread it out immediately. At that time, Master Bao will not be able to protect you at all."

Zhao Ning's tone was too serious, which caused Zhan Zhao's expression to be a bit solemn. He considered for a moment, looked Zhao Ning up and down, suppressed a smile, and said, "Did the princess make a mistake?"

"kindness?"

"I never needed protection from anyone."

Remembering that she lived in the deep palace since she was a child, and she has a lot of respect for the imperial power and heavenly power, Zhan Zhao patiently explained to her: "It would be best if no one knows about this matter."

"If someone knows, that's okay. I have been in the rivers and lakes since I was a child, and I have countless enemies. However, until today, I have not been injured by anyone."

Zhan Zhao held her small face in his hands, and said with a smile: "Or, what the princess said to me that night were all lies to me?"

Zhan Zhao's breath sprinkled on Zhao Ning's face, itching, making her face turn red.

Zhao Ning naturally remembered what she said that night, no matter whether Zhan Zhao was in court or wandering in the rivers and lakes, she was willing to follow him.

Zhao Ning closed his eyes and opened them again, his eyes were clear.

Zhao Ning said: "You are the Nanxia Zhan Zhao in the Jianghu, and I am Aning who follows you, and you are the royal cat Zhan Zhao in the court, and I am waiting for you to carry a big sedan chair to marry the Princess of Shouning. No matter where you are or what your status is, my thoughts on you will never change."

"but,"

Zhao Ning looked at the heroic man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes in front of him, and his breath became rapid: "I don't want you to have nowhere to display your ambition because of me."

"You are now the fourth-rank bodyguard with a knife who was appointed by the emperor's brother, and the right-hand man of Lord Bao, the prefect of Kaifeng. The people are waiting for you to rescue, and the grievances are waiting for you to wash away. In this world, you need to do too much. many."

"A man should carry a three-foot sword, and he will achieve invincible merit."

In the fog and mist, Zhao Ning's watery eyes were extremely clear. She looked at Zhan Zhao and said calmly, "I am your son and daughter, but I should not be your hero who is short of breath."

Zhan Zhao also looked at her, his eyes became clear little by little.

After a while, Zhan Zhao let out a long sigh and said, "Princess, you really understand me."

He has his family and country in his heart, and he has ambitions in his chest. How can he not know that he has so many abilities and can do so many things.

Abandoning the rivers and lakes and joining the officialdom is for the sake of the common people in the world.

A great chivalrous man is for the country and the people, and he understands this truth.

However, he still came to Taihao Mausoleum.

He couldn't watch Zhao Ning die, let alone watch Pang Yuneng go through life and death for Zhao Ning, but he could only watch helplessly.

It's fine if there is no immortal grass in this world, if there is, he should take it.

Zhao Ning held his palm, his fingers were soft, his face was soft, and his expression was also soft. For such a gentle person, his eyes were stubborn, which made his heart soften.

Allure the city and allure the country, no matter how rare a beautiful woman is.

Zhan Zhao's eyes were bright and dark, and he said, "Princess, you shouldn't have come."

Zhao Ning hooked his fingers and said, "Come with me, if there are immortal grasses, I have plenty of ways to get them."

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Xinghua waited for Zhao Ning outside Longhu with the cold wind blowing. After waiting for half a day, Zhao Ning failed. When a man in black came, he carried Pang Yu and walked down the Dushan Bridge.

The man glanced at the branch where she was hiding, Xinghua trembled all over, and squeezed out three words from her throat: Zhao Wumian.

Xinghua was startled, and then realized that Zhao Jue had not only sent her to Chenzhou alone.

Xinghua knew that Zhao Wumian had already found her, and there was no point in continuing to hide, so she jumped down from the tree and bowed down beside Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian casually threw Pang Yu to the ground, Pang Yu rolled a few times on the grass and did not move, Xinghua glanced carefully, although Pang Yu was motionless, he could still feel his faint breath, Xinghua calmed down a little, calmed down, closed her eyes, and made the awe of Zhao Wumian on her face to the extreme.

Zhao Wumian gave her a squinting look, didn't speak, and let her kneel on the ground.

Time slipped away little by little, Zhao Wumian probably felt that Xinghua had been kneeling for long enough, and raised her chin slightly, Xinghua got up quickly.

Zhao Wumian took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a pill from the porcelain bottle, threw it to Xinghua, and said indifferently, "The amount for next month."

Xinghua swallowed in one gulp.

Xinghua carefully reported the situation of Chen Zhou's trip to Zhao Wumian: "My subordinates gave the blueprints to An Lehou and Zhan Zhao respectively, and An Lehou and Zhan Zhao will advance to Taihao Mausoleum three days ago—"

Before Xinghua could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian said: "Princess Shouning and Nan Xing have entered."

Xinghua didn't know how much Zhao Wumian knew, so she quickly cleared her mind and said, "This subordinate led her here."

"This subordinate couldn't defeat Nan Xing, and failed to kill the princess. It was his negligence. Therefore, this subordinate led her to Taihao Mausoleum. As long as she enters Taihao Mausoleum, she will not come out alive."

Zhao Wumian raised his eyebrows and glanced at Xinghua, his eyes as dead as an ancient well rolled, and spit out four words: "Make your own decision."

Xinghua quickly lowered her head.

Zhao Wumian didn't look at her again, but looked at Pang Yu who was unconscious beside him, and drew out the sword at his waist.

Xinghua's face changed suddenly, Zhao Wumian looked back, glanced at her, narrowed his eyes slightly, threw the sword to her, and said coldly: "Kill him."

Xinghua took the sword, her fingers trembling slightly.

Zhao Wumian frowned, his eyes became colder and colder: "Kill him."

"Don't make me say it a third time."

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