Rebirth: Remarrying the Emperor's Uncle

Chapter 266 Even If This King Kills You (Part )
Zhao Chen supported Han Youning's shoulders, frowned and said, "Youning, behind this, there is Emperor Father, I can't explain it to you clearly..."

Han Youning pushed his hand away, venting the anger accumulated in two lifetimes, "Your Highness, you don't have to explain this to me. No matter how many reasons you have, Your Highness gave up on me after all, didn't you? You could give up on me for that reason in your last life, How do you know that this life will not give up on me for another reason?"

Zhao Chen sighed heavily, "Marquis Yongping is dead, and that kind of thing will definitely not happen again in the future. What I owed you in the last life, I will do my best to make it up to you in this life."

Han Youning raised his head and laughed as if he had heard a big joke.

"Does Your Highness know what it's like to starve in the dark? Does Your Highness know what it's like to look at your sweetheart and love others every day? Does Your Highness know what it's like to be strangled? What will Your Highness give to make up for it? My eyes, my life, Your Highness It can be compensated!"

Those interrogation sentences were bloody, and Zhao Chen couldn't defend himself.

He originally thought that he was saving and struggling in pain, but the truth was that there were one round after another.

He sighed lowly, wrapped his arms around her, and held her tightly in his arms, as if this was the only way to block the hole in his heart.

"I'm sorry for you..."

Han Youning was in the black embrace, tightly bound, as solid as a rock.

She said softly, "Your Highness, please let me go. In this life, Your Highness will let me go and let me live my life in peace."

Zhao Chen's body froze, but he didn't let go of his hands.

Han Youning smiled, "Your Highness, you should know that this heart is so badly hurt that it will die. People can be resurrected, but this heart can never survive. What's the point of your highness being so obsessed with the past?"

Zhao Chen closed his eyes in pain, pursed his lips tightly, and remained silent.

The fighting outside grew louder.

Han Sixing went to the outer court to call Duan Yi, and the two joined forces to fight Wei Xiao and Liang Zhong.

The four masters confronted each other, in the shadow of swords and swords, plum blossoms and snowflakes fluttered upwards.

King Can of the Zhen Kingdom was alarmed and rushed over from the outer courtyard. He tried to get close to the Hengxie Pavilion, but a dart broke through the door and landed on the ground in front of his feet, only an inch away from his toes.

Wang Can took a step back, his face was ugly, and he shouted, "His Royal Highness, please sit down and talk about it if you have something to do. The Lord of Zhaoping County is young, so don't scare her."

There was no sound in the horizontal pavilion.

Wang Can frowned, and persuaded loudly, "His Royal Highness also knows Duke Ding's temper. If he is offended, this matter may not end well."

Still no sound from inside.

Han Sixing roared while fighting, "If Your Highness dares to do anything to Sister She, I, Han Sixing, will make you pay the price even if I risk my life!"

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The Duke of Zhen's mansion is not far from Jin Wang's mansion, Lu Lin saw that something was wrong, so he ran desperately to Jin Wang's mansion.

Zhao Chengyuan is in the study outside.

Lu Lin pushed away Ye Chang who stretched out his hand to block the way, "Don't stop me, your mistress is going to be gone!"

Ye Chang's expression changed, and he rushed forward to help him open the study door.

Lu Lin rushed into the study, Zhao Chengyuan had already come out from behind the desk, "What's wrong with Zhaoping?"

"The prince saw that something was wrong, so he drove everyone out, and only the fat girl was left in the Hengxie Pavilion!"

Zhao Chengyuan's expression froze, he grabbed the sword on the table, and walked out quickly.

Lu Lin followed him out of the study room, wanting to explain the situation in detail, but in an instant, Seven Emperor Uncle and Ye Chang Luoping had already rushed a long way.

Lu Lin shouted loudly from behind, "It seems that the fat girl blows the xun too hard, and she can play a new song too much!"

Zhao Chengyuan's master and servant rushed to Zhen Guogong's mansion very quickly. The guards at the gate of the mansion hadn't seen who was coming, but felt that the man was murderous, and they all raised their weapons to be on guard.

With a clear whistle, the long sword was unsheathed, and the edge of the sword was cold, Zhao Chengyuan said coldly, "If you block the king, kill without mercy!"

Only then did the guards see clearly that the person who came was actually King Jin!

They hurriedly knelt down and saluted, "Welcome to the prince!"

"Open the door!"

Zhao Chengyuan rushed into the town's mansion with a sword in his hand, and galloped all the way. Although the guards dared not stop him, they didn't dare to take it lightly. They followed behind with difficulty and entered the garden.

There was still a stalemate outside the Hengxie Pavilion, and the four of them fought inextricably.

Han Sixing and Duan Yi couldn't attack for a long time, and they were thinking about Han Youning in the warm pavilion, so they became a little anxious.

Suddenly, a white figure passed between them like a ghost, and the door of the warm pavilion slammed open.

Wei Xiao, who was fighting, let out a muffled snort after Bai Ying passed by, his arms were bleeding.

Han Sixing took the opportunity to slap his chest, shaking him away.

Zhao Chengyuan rushed into the Nuan Pavilion, and in the middle of the Nuan Pavilion, Zhao Chen held Han Youning tightly in his arms, looking at him coldly.

Han Youning heard the movement, poked out half of his face from Zhao Chen's arms, and shouted in surprise, "My lord!"

Zhao Chengyuan's eyes sharpened, and he raised his sword and stabbed at Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen refused to let go of Han Youning, hugged her and turned around, hiding away.

Afraid of hurting Han Youning, Zhao Chengyuan threw the sword away and attacked Zhao Chen with his bare hands. His moves were fierce and fierce, all of which were killer moves.

It was still difficult for Zhao Chen to fight Zhao Chengyuan with all his strength, not to mention holding Han Youning now, so he could only receive the moves with one hand.

After a few strokes, he was hit on the chest and back.

He used a reckless style of play, and used his body to resist moves that he couldn't handle.

Blood was seeping from the corner of his lips, but he clenched his teeth tightly, and he still refused to let go of Han Youning.

Zhao Chengyuan said coldly, "If the prince doesn't let go, your life will be gone."

Zhao Chen's eyes were red, he didn't speak, he took Zhao Chengyuan's palm with one hand, the blood in his mouth overflowed, wet the skirt of his clothes, and hid in the black brocade robe.

He couldn't let go, he knew that if he let go at this time, Han Youning would never come back.

Zhao Chengyuan followed up with another palm, hitting Zhao Chen's shoulder blade heavily. The moment Zhao Chen's arm was so painful that he couldn't use his strength, Zhao Chengyuan reached out and pushed and hooked Han Youning into his arms.

Zhao Chen staggered back a few steps, Fang stood firm, but his arms were empty.

Zhao Chengyuan embraced Han Youning and took a few steps back, staring at Zhao Chen with a chill in his eyes, he said coldly, "The prince is drunk."

Zhao Chen's throat rolled, and he swallowed a mouthful of blood. He raised his arm and wiped the blood on his chin with his sleeve, with blood in his mouth, and a serious smile, "Doesn't Uncle Qi Huang plan to hide? , how should I explain to my father?"

Zhao Chengyuan sneered, "If you hurt You Ning half a point, even if this king kills you, he still has a way to explain to his brother."

He looked down at Han Youning who was silent in his arms, the cold air between his brows and eyes dissipated, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Han Youning said softly, "I want to go home."

"it is good."

Zhao Chengyuan picked up Han Youning's cloak from the hanger, wrapped her up, and without looking at Zhao Chen again, he carried her out of the Hengxie Pavilion.

Behind them, Zhao Chen swayed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Blood spattered onto the white tablecloth, dotted like red plums outside the window.

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