Plum blossoms hit three times and hit four times

Zhao Buxi held the swordsman's face dully, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, he yelled, the swordsman didn't move, but the blood in his heart dried up quickly, Zhao Buxi hugged him tightly.

At this moment, several disorderly footsteps came one after another, Zhao Buxiu's back was tense, his eyes were red, and he looked at the person who came out of the woods.

Zhao Zhifeng came over with a sword in his hand, his eyes paused for a few seconds on the pool of black blood and arrows, and then looked at Zhao Buxiu again.He moved forward, Zhao Buxiu hugged the swordsman tightly, and looked at Zhao Zhifeng.Zhao Zhifeng frowned, his heart mixed with worry and anger, he said to Zhao Buxiu: "Xiao Pan, come quickly, this person has been infected with the plague."

Zhao Buxiu didn't move, the subordinates beside Zhao Zhifeng were ready to attack, Zhao Zhifeng frowned, he stepped forward quickly, trying to pull Zhao Buxiu away, but Zhao Buxiu threw his hand away.The younger brother who has always been obedient, resisted him for the first time, looked up at him as if poisoned, Zhao Zhifeng was at a loss, so he heard Zhao Buxi ask: "Brother, are you getting married?"

Zhao Zhifeng didn't expect him to ask this, and frowned, "Who told you?"

Zhao Buxi clenched his fists, "You just have to tell me, or not?"

"Your Majesty mentioned it to me, but..."

Before Zhao Zhifeng finished speaking, he saw Xie Chenjian move slightly, and Zhao Buxi immediately lowered his head and leaned into the swordsman's ear, "How are you? Does it hurt?"

Seeing Zhao Buxiu's reaction, Zhao Zhifeng narrowed his eyes.

Xie Chenjian opened his eyes and shook his head towards Zhao Buxiu. Zhao Buxiu heaved a sigh of relief, tears fell down one by one, and the swordsman felt joy in his heart when he saw those tears.Zhao Zhifeng's face was gloomy, he could feel the changes in Zhao Buxiu's body, and the changes made him feel terrified.

At this moment, regardless of whether the swordsman has been infected with the plague or not, he will kill this person.

He drew his sword and passed Zhao Buxi in front of him, but unexpectedly Zhao Buxi reacted so quickly, he grabbed half of Xie Chenjian's body and pulled him behind him.

He stood in front of Xie Chenjian, looking at his elder brother's long sword, Zhao Zhifeng's face was ashen, and he said: "Get out of the way, he is already infected with the plague, and it won't be long before it will attack."

Zhao Buxiu shook his head, "Don't kill him."

Zhao Zhifeng pushed him away, the swordsman was extremely weak and leaned against the withered peach tree, lifeless flowers and plants were all over the ground.Zhao Buxi didn't move away. He lay down in front of Xie Chenjian, weeping, pulled out Xie Chenjian's sword, and cut his arm, black blood dripped down.

Zhao Zhifeng stared wide-eyed, gasping all around, only hearing Zhao Buxiu's voice, he said: "Brother, I'm also infected, are you going to kill me together?"

Zhao Zhifeng seemed to be frightened, he lowered his sword slowly, took a step forward, and watched in a daze that the wound on Zhao Buxiu's arm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Someone yelled "monster", and then he heard the bowstring being stretched and a few arrows blowing out with the wind, Zhao Buxi was shocked all over.He raised his head and looked at Zhao Zhifeng dully, the white in his eyes turned red, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

Zhao Zhifeng was furious, "Who shot the cold shot?"

No one responded, so he took a step forward and picked up Zhao Buxiu.The younger brother, who was born weak and sickly, curled up, with a few arrows embedded in his body, looking at him dying.Zhao Zhifeng panicked, it was a feeling he had never felt before, he didn't dare to touch it casually, but in the next second, the imperial cavalry unexpectedly came.

Lin Qiyu came with a team, he was slightly taken aback when he saw this scene, then he had someone pull Zhao Zhifeng away, Zhao Zhifeng punched the people away.He held on to Zhao Buxi, Lin Qiyu looked at him expressionlessly, and said in a low voice: "I offended you, General."

He was acting on orders, and he seemed to be able to deal with Zhao Buxiu, who had grown up with him since he was a child.Zhao Zhifeng was suppressed by several people, his face was pressed into the mud, he smelled blood, and watched Zhao Buxiu being carried away.

He roared like a beast, and when he was struggling, he was hit hard on the back of the head, his body was shaken suddenly, and his limbs fell weak.

"Commander, what about this swordsman?"

Lin Qiyu glanced over the unconscious Xie Chenjian, "Take them back together."

When Zhao Zhifeng woke up, he was in the Hou Mansion. He opened his eyes, but there was no lamp in the room. He stared at the darkness for a few seconds, and then got up.He called Zhao Buxiu, mistakenly thinking that everything was just a dream, but no one responded.The servants ran over when they heard his voice, Zhao Zhifeng asked eagerly, "Where is the young master?"

The servant who was caught stuttered and said: "Young master was taken away by that swordsman, didn't the general go looking for it? When did you come back?"

Zhao Zhifeng seemed to be hollowed out all of a sudden, he grabbed his heart, pushed the servant away and walked out.The moonlight was pouring outside the house, and the surroundings were desolate. The picture of getting along with Zhao Buxiu before flashed in his mind.With the child's flustered expression, his body that was slightly cold and not warm, and his hesitant tone when he called his brother, Zhao Zhifeng held his head, he couldn't believe it, Zhao Buxiu was infected, but he couldn't believe it.

But after all, he was still no different from ordinary people, Zhao Zhifeng still suffered from luck in his heart, he stumbled and staggered forward, when he reached the gate, he pulled it open abruptly, and he was stunned.

Surrounded by forbidden troops outside the door, Lin Qiyu stood in the shadow outside the door, saw Zhao Zhifeng and he took two steps forward, Zhao Zhifeng stared at him with red eyes, "What are you going to do?"

Lin Qiyu didn't change his face, he said: "Zhao Buxi is infected with the disease, and according to the order of the crown prince, no one can enter or leave the place where he once lived."

Zhao Zhifeng paused, and grabbed Lin Qiyu's neck, "What do you mean?"

Lin Qiyu's face turned red, he stretched out his hand and pulled Zhao Zhifeng's hand away fiercely, and said in a low voice: "Brother Zhao, the crown prince already knew about endless things."

……

Zhao Buxiu felt pain, as if he had been cut by a knife all over his body.He tried to open his eyes, but found that he couldn't see anything. He started to cry, and kept crying, as if he was crying, and tasted the salty taste, and then he realized that he was hung upside down.

Zhao Buxi was scared, he didn't know what happened to him?Is he alive or dead?Where is he, and why exactly?He thought of Zhao Zhifeng, and thought of the way Zhao Zhifeng looked at him, and he felt pain in his heart, so painful that he didn't want to think about Zhao Zhifeng anymore.

He whispered Xie Chenjian in his heart, chanting the swordsman's name over and over again, trying to make him hear and make him feel himself, but there was nothing.He waited for a long, long time, the wounds on his body were gradually healing, his hanging legs were numb, Zhao Buxiu was getting weaker and weaker, he stopped struggling and tried to let himself die like this, at this moment the door opened.

Someone came in, and he smelled a very light and faint breath, which was a familiar smell.

Zhao Buxi was put down, someone wrapped him in a blanket, and he raised his head.The window screen was lifted, and the light scattered in all directions, dazzling and dizzy, Zhou Xiang lowered his head and gently stroked his face, and whispered: "Zhao Pan, it's okay."