[Zhan Zhao] Counseling County Master Chasing Her Husband

When Du Yu came out of the tent, he was still a little surprised.

These days, it's very rare to see assassins who don't disguise and don't cover their faces. She wanted to take a second look to see who was sent by someone who didn't have a good eye.

After two glances, Du Yu felt that something was wrong, and the assassin's face looked familiar.

Zhao Jue walked out of his tent, stood with his hands behind his back, the cloak on his body fluttered, and said to Du Yu, "Keep alive."

Zhao Jue's face was stern, and Du Yu instantly realized where the assassin's inexplicable sense of familiarity came from.

One of Du Yu's hands trembled, and without checking the other, half of her hair was cut off by the assassin's long sword. The sword was so powerful that a streak of blood was drawn on her face.

Du Yu looked up, and Nan Xing finally saw her face clearly.

That face was somewhat similar to the mother in her memory, Nan Xing was slightly startled, and her movements slowed down for a moment.

The red silk in Du Yu's hand took the opportunity to wrap around Nan Xing's wrist, and with a little force, the long sword in Nan Xing's hand fell away half an inch into the snow.

Nan Xing's voice became hoarse, and he blurted out: "Mother..."

Stirring the red silk in Du Yu's hand, he tied Nan Xing's hands behind his back, and then pulled the red silk, pulling Nan Xing to his side, avoiding the blades of the surrounding people who hadn't had time to withdraw their swords.

Du Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "This girl is young, what's her name!"

Nan Xing knew that she had misunderstood the person, so she moved her hands slightly, but the red silk tied her even tighter.

Nan Xing glanced at Du Yu, who had her hands tied, and she felt Nan Xing's struggle, so she loosened Hong Ling a little.

Zhao Jue turned around and went back to the camp. Du Yu pushed Nan Xing and followed him in.

There is a stove burning in the tent, which is much warmer than the wind and frost outside.

Nan Xing stood up straight and looked at Du Yu beside him. Du Yu and her mother looked so much alike, no wonder she admitted her mistake just now.

Zhao Jue glanced at Nan Xing, her gaze was still on Du Yu, Zhao Jue naturally understood why Nan Xing kept staring at Du Yu.

Du Yu and Zhuyeqing are very similar, especially when they are not talking, the slightly indifferent expression and the stubbornness in the eyebrows are too similar.

Zhao Jue almost felt that Zhuyeqing was not dead yet.

But when Du Yu spoke, he broke the illusion.

Du Yu has always liked to smile, with slightly raised eyebrows and half-closed eyes, there is always a bit of teasing and disdain in his smile.

Zhao Jue lowered his eyebrows and said lightly, "What are you doing here?"

Hearing Zhao Jue's deep voice, Nan Xing looked away from Du Yu and looked at Zhao Jue who was sitting on the chair.

Zhao Jue's appearance has changed a lot since the last time she saw him, and his demeanor is more gloomy and silent. He is in the prime of his life, but most of his temple hair has turned gray, giving people an indescribable sense of vicissitudes for no reason.

His gaze was deeper and deeper, he couldn't see to the end, he was clearly looking at Nan Xing, but Nan Xing couldn't find himself in his eyes.

His eyes glanced at Nan Xing lightly from top to bottom, Nan Xing only felt that the cold gaze was like the raging wind and frost outside, which could freeze people into pieces.

Nan Xing shivered, his bound hands twisted unnaturally.

Du Yu accepted Hong Ling.

Nan Xing moved his wrist that was a little red from being strangled, and said, "I came to you to ask for Aning's antidote."

"No."

Zhao Jue said lightly.

Zhao Jue's answer was not surprising to Nan Xing at all, Zhao Ning was Zhao Jue's pawn to involve Di Qing, so he would not easily give her the antidote.

So Nan Xing flew over the moment Zhao Jue finished speaking, his slender wrist was as fast as lightning, and made a move with Zhao Jue.

Du Yu crossed his legs, swayed on the chair, squinted, and looked at the father and daughter who were huddled together.

Du Yu took a sip of tea, and the battle between Nan Xing and Zhao Jue was decided.

Nan Xing firmly clamped Zhao Jue's neck with his palms, and pressed his knees against his chest.

Nan Xing said: "The antidote."

Zhao Jue glanced at her and said indifferently, "No."

Nan Xing exerted a little force, and a blush appeared on Zhao Jue's pale face due to his bad breath.

"Don't think I dare not kill you."

Nan Xing exerted force on his wrist, and Zhao Jue couldn't help panting, his pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes turned cold, his palm stretched out instantly, pinched Nan Xing's arm, and threw her into the air, and the corner of her tightly pursed lips came out of the corner of her eye. , Zhao Jue's eyes dimmed, and he withdrew his strength.

Nan Xing rolled in the air, half kneeling on the ground, and looked up at Zhao Jue, who was also looking at her.

Nan Xing didn't look like Zhuyeqing at all, but the indifference in his expression and the stubbornness in his eyes reminded Zhao Jue of Zhuyeqing who had been dead for ten years.

Zhao Jue said lightly: "You are the only child of the lonely king. If you are willing to stay, after the lonely king proclaims himself emperor, he will make you the empress dowager."

"Now that you think about it, let me pass on your family?"

Nan Xing mocked, "My surname is not Zhao."

Zhao Jue said: "If you stay, the lonely king will give you the antidote."

Nan Xing frowned, and said without thinking, "Okay."

Zhao Jue didn't expect her to answer so simply, he stopped holding the teacup for a moment, and raised his eyebrows to look at Nan Xing.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, the youth is just right, and it looks good no matter how you look at it, but in those eyes, there is something missing for this age, the agility and delicateness of a girl, cold, without a trace of warmth.

Zhao Jue withdrew his gaze and said, "Take her down."

Nan Xing said: "When will you give me the antidote?"

As soon as Nan Xing finished speaking, Du Yu pulled her out of the camp.

Goose feather and heavy snow came rushing towards his face, Du Yu said: "Don't worry, Princess Shouning will not die for a while."

Du Yu took Nan Xing back to his camp and asked someone to cook Tokyo-style meals.

Nan Xing took a bite of the dish, looked up and saw that the clothes on Du Yu's shoulders were stained red with blood at some point.

Nan Xing asked, "Are you injured?"

Nan Xing is not a talkative person, but for this woman who looks similar to his mother, Nan Xing can't help but want to say a few more words with her.

"kindness."

Du Yu drank a glass of wine without looking up.

The spicy wine entered her throat, and she closed her eyes comfortably.

"Who hurt you?"

"Your mother's concubine."

Nan Xing: "..."

Du Yu drank another glass of wine and said, "I'll find you an antidote, you just stay here and don't go anywhere."

After Du Yu finished speaking, he lifted the curtain and left the tent without waiting for Nan Xing's answer.

The cold wind poured into the tent, Nan Xing tightened his clothes.

She didn't believe a word of what Zhao Jue said, but there was nothing she could do if she didn't believe it. She was not Zhao Jue's opponent, so she could only fight with Zhao Juexu and take the opportunity to get the antidote from him.

She can't fight Zhao Jue head-on, Zhao Jue has Du Yu with unfathomable martial arts beside him.

Thinking of Du Yu, Nan Xing glanced at the curtain.

She didn't believe a word of what Zhao Jue said, but she believed what Du Yu said.

She couldn't tell the reason, maybe Du Yu was showing mercy during the fight, or maybe Du Yu's face was too similar to her mother's.

Her mother has been dead for more than ten years, and she really misses her mother.

Nan Xing looked at it for a while, then looked away, and lowered his head to eat.

The dishes are those in Tokyo city, but the taste is not as good.

Just thinking like this, the curtain of the tent was lifted suddenly, and a white figure flashed in, and the chopsticks in Nan Xing's hand fell to the ground.

Nan Xing stared at those big white eyes for a long time, Qiqi Ai said: "You...why are you here?"

How did Bai Yutang know about her coming to see Zhao Jue?

Did Bai Yutang come to rescue her?

Thinking in this way, Nan Xing asked, "You came to save me?"

Bai Yutang glanced at the delicious wine and dishes on the table, frowned, and said, "No."

"Oh."

Nan Xing sat down, feeling a little disappointed.

"Bai came to assassinate Zhao Jue."

Bai Yutang glanced at Nan Xing, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't think she was the type who needed to be rescued in danger.

He has robbed countless prisons and rescued countless detainees, and he has never seen such a leisurely hostage.

As soon as Bai Yutang finished speaking, his hand holding the sword tightened, and before he could explain the reason to Nan Xing, he hid in the depths of the tent.

Du Yu lifted the curtain and came in.

Holding a white porcelain bottle in his hand, Du Yu casually glanced at the place where Bai Yutang was hiding. Nan Xing stopped breathing, thinking that Du Yu had discovered Bai Yutang's existence.

Du Yu only glanced at it, then closed his gaze, raised the things in his hand, and said, "I got the antidote, and I'll take you back to Tokyo City."

Nan Xing stretched out his hand to pick it up, but Du Yu withdrew his hand, and Nan Xing missed it.

Seeing that she did not let go, Nan Xing said, "Zhao Jue will let me go?"

"No."

"then you..."

Nan Xing looked at Du Yu for a while, then hesitated, "Why did you help me?"

"Your mother is my sister."

Nan Xing's breathing fluctuated for a moment, Du Yu said: "We will set off when it gets dark."

Nan Xing's heart was pounding wildly, no wonder Du Yu and her mother looked so similar, they turned out to be a family.

Du Yu sat down and drank another glass of wine, one after another, as if she would not get drunk, she drank the pot of wine completely.

Seeing the end, Nan Xing said: "Are you unhappy?"

Du Yu glanced at Nan Xing, and said, "How old are you, what is it like to know?"

Nan Xing scratched his head, thought for a while, and said, "When my mother was about to die, she drank like this every day."

Du Yu raised his eyebrows, with a half-smile: "Are you cursing me to death?"

"Not at all."

Nan Xing glanced at Du Yu, and said, "If my mother knew that you had lived like this, she would most likely want you to go down to accompany her."

Du Yu didn't answer any more, and asked the soldier for a jug of wine.

After finishing the jug of wine, Du Yu threw the jug away and called the soldiers in again.

As soon as the soldier entered the door, he said: "Military Master, you can't drink any more, you are still injured..."

Before he finished speaking, he was knocked out by Du Yu with a knife in his hand.

Soldier Du Yu stripped off his clothes and handed them to Nan Xing, saying: "Put on your clothes and set off now."

Nan Xing changed her clothes and followed Du Yu out, listening to the soldiers greet Du Yu along the way, Du Yu responded with a smile.

The steed had already been prepared, Du Yu raised his whip, and disappeared into the night with Nan Xing.

Zhao Jue's army was not too far away from Tokyo City. When they reached the tower, the city gate was closed tightly, and the two of them went up the tower with light kung fu.

Nan Xing stretched out his hand to Du Yu and said, "Just send it here, you can go back."

Du Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know how to use the antidote?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Nan Xing's answer, he flew towards the mansion of Eight Sage Kings.

Nan Xing had no choice but to follow her to find Zhao Ning.

Before Nan Xing entered the room, he heard Zhao Ning coughing violently. Nan Xing frowned and strode into the room.

The earth dragon in Zhao Ning's room was burning warmly, and the maids kept coming and going, seeing Nan Xing brought a person in, she lowered her eyes and retreated.

Nan Xing sat beside Zhao Ning's bed and said, "I've found an antidote for you."

Zhao Ning's little face was flushed with coughing, and after a long while, he struggled to utter a few words: "Zhao Jue...what if I didn't take you?"

Nan Xing shook his head, pointed at Du Yu in the room, and said, "She has the antidote."

Du Yu stood beside the gilded auspicious beast, squinted his eyes and took a breath of sandalwood, with an expression of great enjoyment.

After taking a deep breath, the red silk in her sleeve rolled and extinguished the sandalwood.

Zhao Ning was taken aback, but understood in an instant.

Du Yu came over, handed the porcelain bottle to Nan Xing, and said, "Once a day, eat for ten days, and you'll be fine."

Zhao Ning looked at Du Yu and said, "Why did the girl save me?"

Du Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course I have something to ask for."

Zhao Ning clenched the cup tightly, and said slowly, "Girl, please tell me."

Du Yu said: "I'll taste a thousand cuts, and I will bear the burden for the prince."

"If one day, the prince becomes a prisoner under the princess hall, Du Yu is willing to pay for his life in exchange for the prince's life."

"Du Yu disrespected ghosts and gods all his life, did not believe in retribution from the underworld, never did bad things, and had a bad conscience. Du Yu planned the Chen Shimei incident, and Du Yu single-handedly facilitated the Taihaoling and Jin Yuxian incidents. General Di Qing was captured by Du Yu outside the pass The stab wound, and now the Xiang army is approaching the city, is also caused by Du Yu bewitching the prince."

Nan Xing took a tight breath: "Don't excuse Zhao Jue!"

Du Yu looked at Zhao Ning, with a calm face, and said, "All the karma of grace and fruit will be borne by Du Yu alone."

The author has something to say: Bag: think beautifully!

The leader of the mansion is still waiting for Zhao Jue!