Consort Zhanzhao

Not long after Zhao Bijia held her breath, she suddenly seemed to have figured it out, and tiptoed to the gate again.

Zhan Zhao waited outside for a while, only to hear the sound of leaves inside, if it wasn't for his deep internal strength, he might not be able to hear anything.Zhan Zhao's lips were almost pursed into a line, and the hand holding the Juque sword seemed to be trembling a little.

Raising the sword in his hand and falling, the blade collided with the thick iron chain, the flames splashed, and the huge iron lock fell to the ground with a bang.

Zhan Zhao slowly but firmly untied the iron chains around the gate, circle by circle, Zhao Bijia, who was only separated by the gate, was so nervous that he even forgot to breathe, his hands were tightly on the tower wall, My heart seemed to be aching again.

Only this time it was exciting.

With a creak, the heavy wooden door was pushed open again, Zhan Zhao was stunned when he saw the princess standing in front of him.

The princess was still wearing the red wedding gown that she got married on that day, but after a day, it was covered with a little dust, Zhan Zhao...he had seen the princess like this once, when he was in Miaojiang.

Yang Hean's words suddenly came to mind again, "...not eating or drinking for a day..."

Zhan Zhao took a sudden step forward, first grabbed Zhao Bijia's hand, it was a little cold, and the green bracelet was still on his wrist, then he moved up her arm inch by inch, as if to make himself feel at ease.

Just when she moved to the shoulder, Zhao Bijia suddenly threw herself into his arms, stood on tiptoes, tried to raise her head, rubbed her forehead against his chin, and then pressed her face against his chest.

"This is the smell, very comfortable."

Zhan Zhao pursed his lips, and was about to change his arms to hug him, when he was suddenly awakened by the flames coming out from afar.

He grabbed Zhao Bijia's wrist, "Let's go! Yang and An don't think the delay will be long, let's leave the palace quickly."

Zhao Bijia was pulled out of the pagoda by him, saw the guard lying on the ground outside, and said briskly: "It's only you."

Zhan Zhao's eyes darkened, and his tone was a little disappointed, "Everyone says I'm good at light work, but in fact my sleeve arrow and sword skills are the most brilliant."

A nice smile appeared on Zhao Bijia's face, and she couldn't help but raised her head and wanted to rub him, "I like you the most."

Zhan Zhao's heart skipped a beat, he frowned and said softly, "I'll carry the princess out." He turned around and bent slightly.

Zhao Bijia jumped onto his back all at once, hugging his neck tightly with both hands, and before Zhan Zhao could reach out, her legs were clamped around his waist.

Zhan Zhao was slightly taken aback.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Bijia exerted some strength on her legs, "Didn't you just say that Yang and An couldn't delay for long?"

"Yeah," Zhan Zhao recalled, his brows were tightly locked together, and the center of his brows bulged a lot, princess... This reaction is too abnormal.He bit his lower lip, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

The princess...was touched by Ling Yun earlier, she couldn't make a sound, and even had two cat ears growing on her head, but now... Zhan Zhao shook her head, maybe it was because Ling Yun's methods couldn't last.

Besides, the pagoda is so dark that you can hardly see anything, waiting for a day and a night alone... Anyone will be abnormal.

Thinking of this, Zhan Zhao held her hand tighter, and said, "If the princess is tired, why not sleep on my back and go out in a while."

Zhao Bijia hummed, then shook her head again, "I'm not sleepy, it's cold inside, I dare not sleep at night, I sleep during the day, I only slept all day, and I'm not sleepy at all."

Her voice was brisk, and Zhan Zhao felt more and more uneasy, but...

"Although the princess has returned to normal, it's just—" Zhan Zhao explained patiently, "There are many doubts about this matter. I'm afraid we can't return to the palace yet. Let's go out and hide for a while."

Zhao Bijia nodded, rubbed the back of Zhan Zhao's neck twice, and then said, "I know, this door has never been opened, and no one brought me a bedding or anything. It’s not even as good as the death row in the prison.”

Zhan Zhao felt a dull pain in his chest.

She chuckled twice, with a bit of intimacy in her words, and said nonchalantly: "But I know my father has not forgotten me, he even ordered a table of my favorite food for those guards, I can smell it Oh boy, what kind of stewed delicacies——I remembered! When I got married the day before yesterday, I ordered food with my concubine, and said that I would eat stewed delicacies at noon. What a pity. It was originally a banquet at home. No one ate it, but the guards who guarded me ate it instead, which is really a bit reconciled."

Zhan Zhao staggered, he couldn't even take a step, he even had an urge that he couldn't suppress, and now he turned around immediately, and severely repaired the group of guards at the door who had just been brought down by him.

"Princess..." Zhan Zhao let out a barely audible sigh, even he didn't know what he was going to say.

Responding to him was Zhao Bijia's chuckle and an affectionate kiss, "Why do you still call me princess? I already call you Zhan Zhao, why don't you call me by my name, or do you want me to call you son-in-law? "

Zhan Zhao took a deep breath, and the hands that dragged Zhao Bijia's legs became more and more vigorous, "Grand——Bijia."

Hearing this address, Zhao Bijia laid her whole body on Zhan Zhao's back, spreading her body with all her strength to make the contact area between the two of them as large as possible, "I never thought that I would lie on your back , you will carry me behind your back... and escape from this palace."

Zhao Bijia sighed, not as relaxed as before, and even a little sad, but Zhan Zhao was relieved instead, and comforted softly: "I will be back."

Zhao Bijia hummed, and suddenly stretched out her hand to slip into Zhan Zhao's neck, "Hands are cold, help me warm."

On the night of the fourth day of August, when he was sweating after doing a little physical work, Zhan Zhao felt that the little hand that was sticking to his neck and gradually sliding towards his chest was almost as cold as ice.

He tightened his arms again, "Are you cold?"

Zhao Bijia smiled, pressed against his ear and said, "It's not cold, you are warm now."

Zhao Bijia lay on Zhan Zhao's back, looked up and saw the flames coming from the southwest, and murmured: "Yang and An ordered the Queen Mother's palace." She smiled softly, and then pressed the lian on Zhan Zhao's body.

Not only her hands, but even her exposed face was icy cold, which made Zhan Zhao pimple all over.Zhan Zhao frowned, couldn't help mobilizing his inner strength, and said, "I'll change into warm clothes for you when I leave the palace." But he couldn't help but think, it would be cold in such a cumbersome and heavy dress... Could it be possible Do you want to wear a jacket in August?

With her on his back, Zhan Zhao slowed down a bit, and went all the way west to get out of the palace, but after walking for a long time, he heard voices coming from the side of the road.

"The princess is gone!"

"Quickly go and inform the chief, guard the city gate tightly, don't tell me to run out, be careful that the chief will kill you!"

Zhan Zhao took her to hide behind the rockery.

When the group of people outside ran away, Zhao Bijia patted Zhan Zhao on the back, "Put me down."

Zhan Zhao didn't let go.

Zhao Bijia said again: "Let's go from the south. There are lakes in the west and north. There must be a lot of people to fight the fire. Everyone in the palace has seen you and me. If anyone recognizes us, we can't escape. "

Zhan Zhao rarely heard Zhao Bijia's solemn and helpless voice, his heart sank again, he nodded and said, "Go out from the south."

Zhao Bijia suddenly laughed, a bit like joking: "Yang and An are fine, you still have the nerve to say that you have traveled the rivers and lakes for many years, but you didn't even bring me a suit of clothes? Look at me wearing this bright red suit, how can I escape?" Where are you going?" She said as she spread her arms, showing Zhan Zhao her bright red wedding dress.

This is the first time that Zhan Zhao saw the wedding dress on her body so clearly. The bright red wedding dress took advantage of her extremely pale complexion...it seemed a bit too pale.

There is still dust everywhere on the wedding clothes, it seems that Zhan Zhao has the urge to escape from reality for the first time in more than [-] years.

"What are you doing with your head down?" Zhao Bijia said while taking a step forward. The two of them were already very close behind the rockery, and if they took another step forward, they could even breathe on Zhan Zhao's face.

Zhao Bijia put her hands around Zhan Zhao's neck, pulled his head down, and rubbed his nose against his chin, but felt dissatisfied.She stood on tiptoe again and kissed Zhan Zhao on the lips.

The lips parted at the touch, but Zhan Zhao pulled her back again.

The lips of the two were pressed together again, but there was no movement, only one lip was hot and the other was cold.

An absurd thought even came to Zhan Zhao's mind, the princess is cold all over, could it be that she is already—— Zhan Zhao hurriedly looked for her shadow again in panic.

Fortunately, alright, although the moonlight was not clear, but the faint shadows of the two people on the ground overlapped together, he was finally relieved, but...

"I should have come sooner..." he muttered to himself, sticking to the princess's lips, "I really should have come earlier."

"It doesn't matter." Zhao Bijia rubbed his lips again, "It's good that you come."

"Let's go." Zhao Bijia moved back first, "There is a chariot and horse pavilion in the south, and tomorrow is the morning of the court. There must be a lot of sedan chairs and carriages. Let's hide for a while, grab other people's clothes and wear them, and then we can out."

Zhan Zhao pursed his lips, "I can take you out without wearing other people's clothes."

Zhao Bijia smiled, "Okay, okay, you are the best!" She climbed onto Zhan Zhao's back again, and Zhan Zhao took her to change directions and headed south again.

But as soon as he passed through the imperial garden, he was blocked by people.

"who!"

Zhao Bijia turned her head and saw her sister, Princess Mingyi.

Ming Yi's clothes were neatly on her body, but her hair was combed very crudely. She must have seen a fire in the Empress Dowager's palace, so she got up in a hurry, wanting to take a look.

She was followed by a court lady with a lantern in her hand, seeing Zhan Zhao and Zhao Bijia's outfits, she was so shocked that she almost sat on the ground.

"So it's true!" Ming Yi narrowed his eyes and said, "The rumors in the palace——"

"Who is in front!"

Ming Yi's voice was interrupted by a group of patrolling guards. Ming Yi looked Zhan Zhao and Zhao Bijia up and down, turned his head to meet them with a sneer.

Zhan Zhao had already quietly removed one hand from Zhao Bijia's body, quietly reached into his sleeve, and held down the sleeve arrow. Zhao Bijia's whole body collapsed, and even his claws were stretched out.

"Princess." The leading guard saw Ming Yi and saluted.

"Where did this come from!" Ming Yi sternly said, "There is a fire in the Empress Dowager's palace, you don't go to put out the fire, but wander around in the imperial garden, what crime should you have!"

"Princess Mingjian, the thief who set the fire ran out, and we are chasing it."

"Oh? Why didn't I see it?" Ming Yi said.

The maid suddenly tugged at her sleeve, Ming Yi turned her head and gave her a sideways glance.

"Just now... just now..."

Zhan Zhao put Zhao Bijia down, pressed the sleeve arrow with one hand, and pressed Juque's sword hilt with the other.Zhao Bijia stretched her claws and accidentally drew a red mark on the back of his hand, but no one paid attention.

The leading guard's eyes lit up and said, "What did you see just now?"

The court lady looked up at Ming Yi, and said: "Didn't Princess Cai just say that she saw a red shadow? It passed by in a flash and went to the east, and you still said that you were dazzled."

Ming Yi frowned, the guard saluted and hurried after him.

After a while, seeing that the torches in those people's hands were no longer visible, Ming Yi walked over again, but his gaze on the two of them was still cold.

"In this embarrassment, I told you that you would lose the princess!"

After she finished saying this, she yelled at Zhan Zhao, "Turn around!"

Zhan Zhao didn't understand what she wanted to do, Zhao Bijia pushed him, "This is my sister."

Ming Yi glanced at her approvingly, and then Zhan Zhao turned around, only to hear the sound of clothes rubbing against each other as soon as he turned around, and Ming Yi's explanation, "We changed clothes, you can't go anywhere in red! My palace is only two steps away!"

Zhao Bijia hummed, a little speechless, quickly took off her clothes, and quickly rushed to hug Mingyi, kissed her hard on the face, "Thank you sister!"

Ming Yi's whole face was flushed red, "I smell of earth all over my body, wash it well!"

Zhao Bijia put on her clothes and rolled up her wedding dress, saying: "I have to take this out and burn it, so as not to cause trouble for you."

Ming Yi snorted, turned his head and ignored her, but said to his court lady: "Go ask the imperial physician, just say that I was frightened by the guards when I came out!" After she finished speaking, she didn't even look at Zhao Bijia, That's it.

Zhao Bijia watched her back disappear into the night, turned her head to see Zhan Zhao, saw Zhan Zhao looking at the scratch on the back of his hand, raised his head in doubt, "This is—"

Suddenly Zhan Zhao's eyes widened, Zhao Bijia panicked, hurriedly hid his hands behind his back, and wrapped the clothes around his hands several times.

Zhan Zhao pursed his lips tightly, walked in front of her with a stern attitude he had never seen before, and pulled her hand out from behind, completely ignoring the wedding dress that fell on the floor.

Zhao Bijia's wrist was tightly gripped by Zhan Zhao, so nervous that he couldn't even withdraw his sharp claws.

"How is this going!"