After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

This is really hurtful.

Especially after Xie Nanxing had spoken of forgiveness to Zhong Luan, and Zhong Luan actually believed it.

However, as they were in a different place, Zhong Luan was even more nervous than Xie Nanxing.

Because the current situation is that Zhong Luan wants to kill Xie Nanxing.

Turning his head to look at the secret guards beside him, Zhong Luan pointed to the back of Xie Nanxing's carriage and said, "All of you step back. No one is allowed to approach without my order."

The secret guards did not obey the order immediately. Given their current absolute advantage, it would be easy for them to accomplish the mission.

"The prince has instructed that if he is captured alive, it will threaten Shen Jinmo, and if he is killed, it will alienate Shen Jinmo and the emperor. Now is the perfect time, so you should strike first."

"This prince and Xie Nanxing have a friendship as classmates. Giving him respect is also giving this prince respect."

After these shocking words fell, Zhong Luan's tone softened a bit: "Before leaving, my cousin also reminded me that if Xie Nanxing is willing to go back with me, it will be the best choice."

"If the purpose was simply to capture or kill Xie Nanxing, why did you let me come here in person?"

Xia Ling asked Zhong Luan to come in person because he was afraid that the truth would be revealed one day, and Xia Ling would be able to push Zhong Luan out to bear Shen Jinmo's wrath.

Zhongluan is just like the Xiacheng of the past.

The secret guard was still wondering whether the words were true or not when he heard it. Zhong Luan simply drew the sword from his waist and chopped off his head with one blow without giving him any chance to react.

Zhong Luan kicked the still bleeding corpse into the woods and looked around with cold eyes: "If you let me say it again, he will be your end."

If Xia Ling really gave this order, they would pay with their lives.

With power in their hands and blood relatives to protect them, these people who were born to be killed would not dare to become enemies with Zhong Luan without Xia Ling's order.

What's more, if anything goes wrong today, Zhong Luan will have to take the blame.

The secret guards who had formed a closing force all retreated to one place, and Xie Nanxing and others who were besieged were released.

Xie Nanxing desperately suppressed the urge to ask the driver to pull the horses and escape, got off the carriage, and walked towards Zhong Luan step by step.

His voice was not lowered, and he even smiled ingratiatingly: "If I serve Master Zhong well, will Master Zhong let me live?"

The secret guards, who originally had different thoughts, couldn't help laughing wantonly when they heard Xie Nanxing's words, and then turned their backs after laughing.

"Prince Zhong, go and have fun without worry. Your subordinates can't hear or see anything."

The flattering person in the crowd spoke first, and the secret guards laughed and echoed him.

The two looked at each other, and Zhong Luan walked forward in silence with Xie Nanxing, followed by four carriages and guards protecting Xie Nanxing.

As they walked further and further away, Xie Nanxing asked, "Zhong Luan, what do you want to do?"

"King Ling has ambushed all his forces here. No matter whether you are heading north or south, anyone who sees you, Xie Nanxing, or your carriage will kill you."

"The people in front of us are only half of the people chasing us. Once the signal flare is released, everyone will come here to surround us."

"Prince Ling promised me that if he could capture you alive, he would give you to me. When he ascends the throne, my mansion will become a duke's mansion."

Xia Ling has to balance family interests and personal desires. What he wants is Xie Nanxing's scabbard in his hand, and Shen Jinmo's sword can only fall into his hands.

"But you don't want to touch me."

These two consecutive self-deprecating words were a test of Zhong Luan after he saw his clear expression through the gap in the carriage.

It is also an explanation to those secret guards.

After hearing what Xie Nanxing just said, Zhong Luan's face was filled with dissatisfaction.

Dissatisfaction with Xie Nanxing's self-abandonment.

He smiled with relief, feeling relieved that Xie Nanxing had not misunderstood him.

"Xie Nanxing, if you trust me, you can just use my carriage."

Xie Nanxing thought about the carriage with the Ling Palace logo: "You and Xia Ling are cousins. If I use your carriage, you can't explain it to Xia Ling."

"I ran away. If I fall into your hands next time, I won't need you to save me."

Zhong Luan bought him an opportunity to escape from the encirclement, but now Zhong Luan has no chance of getting any good results.

At the very least, you will be deposed, and at the worst, you will lose your life.

Xie Nanxing could not and was unwilling to bear the weight of his life being entrusted to him because of love.

How could Zhong Luan not understand what Xie Nanxing was thinking at this moment?

"Xie Nanxing, I was born in a place of power like the Divine Capital. I will never let my entire family be buried with me just for my own love."

It's not out of petty sentimentality, but out of the most sincere sympathy for these poor people from the bottom of my heart.

"Zhong Luan, I don't understand what you are saying."

"Xie Nanxing, you understand."

He raised his head to look at the dazzling sun at noon, blocked out a few inches of sunlight with his hands, and his voice was filled with a strong sense of weakness.

"So many people have died, both those who deserved to die and those who shouldn't have died."

"I just hope that those who deserve to be alive will survive another day."

He frowned and asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"If anything happens to you, your uncle's family will not benefit at all."

Zhong Luan knew that Xie Nanxing was unwilling to accept his life-saving favor.

But he already had no way out.

"Thank you for your concern for me. I will keep it in mind."

After three consecutive palm strikes, the palace guards hiding on both sides of the road quickly stood behind Zhong Luan.

At the moment when Xie Nanxing subconsciously dodged backwards and Lu Bai quickly stepped forward to protect Xie Nanxing, Zhong Luan took the initiative to lead his men to stand on both sides of the road.

"After sending you a thousand miles, we must finally say goodbye. Xie Nanxing, what I am doing is not for you, but for these mountains and rivers."

"You don't owe me anything."

Xie Nanxing stood in front of Zhong Luan, his hand tightly grasping the blood jade on his chest through his clothes.

He wanted to send this blood jade that could command the Qiling Army to the person who already had the power to control him.

The deployment of troops, planning and layout, and the importance of commanding the army will determine how many cities will be able to escape the flames of war when the country is reopened in the future.

Xie Nanxing looked at Zhong Luan seriously, then got into the carriage with the help of Yang Huai.

After Zhong Luan watched Xie Nanxing leave, he looked at the person who was looking at him through the car window, then raised his hand and waved at Xie Nanxing.

If I'm not mistaken, Xie Nanxing's eyes were red for him.

"Everyone obey my orders. Stop the pursuers at all costs and leave a glimmer of hope for our descendants."

"Yes."

There were no more words, no forward movement, and Zhong Luan did not take the initiative.

All the guards formed an iron wall between Xie Nanxing and the pursuers.

Every moment of delay is a glimmer of hope for Xie Nanxing.

If he had never entered the Taoist temple and seen the sufferings of all living beings, if he had never set foot in the countryside with the Taoist priest, Zhong Luan would naturally have been confused and followed the ups and downs of the ship of power helmed by Xia Ling.

In the future he may be crowned a king or appointed as a prime minister, or he may die in the power struggle and become an unknown ghost, and may even be cursed by future generations.

But he had seen the suffering of all living beings, and had seen those in higher positions slaughter the lower class people with just a few words. He could no longer turn a blind eye.

If Xia Ling were allowed to sit on the throne as he wished, a king even crazier than Xia Hong would surely leave the people living under this land with corpses scattered all over the ground.

Zhong Luan, who once worked with Xia Ling, at least cannot allow Xia Ling to have the possibility of seizing the throne at this moment.