The man in black was stunned for a while. He looked around and finally scratched his head, "Well … do you know where I can hide?"
Qin Song shook his head, "You are injured. They have hounds with them. Even if you bandage your wounds tightly, you won't be able to hide from their noses. It's no use hiding anywhere." Not to mention the hounds, even his nose wouldn't be able to hide from them.
He thought for a while and said, "There is a lotus pond a thousand feet north from here. If you can swim there, you can get rid of the hounds for a while. Go up from the north bank of the lotus pond. That is the Hundred Beast Garden. You can injure a few that run fast and let them run around with the smell of blood. That will cause some chaos. Don't go too far. Just hide under the eaves above the moon cave door. When you have a chance, sneak into the place they have searched. It should be safe there for the time being … You have to think of a way to escape on your own! "
"I think …" The man in black swallowed his saliva and said, "It's safer for me to take you with me."
He came up with a seemingly reliable idea in the blink of an eye. It would be more reliable to take him with him.
He climbed onto the bed, took out a dagger, and cut the iron chain on his hand.
Qin Song frowned. He didn't like people who acted on their own. He said lightly, "You can't leave with me. I can't cross that lake." Even if he could leave, he wouldn't. He was different from this assassin. He was a monk with a temple.
The man in black buried his head and said, "Then you have to think of another way."
Qin Song closed his mouth and didn't say anything else. For some people, saying something that was useless once was useless even if it was said a hundred times.
The dagger was sharpened on the iron chain. The rough incision was rubbed back and forth on his wrist. Soon, it brought out a piece of flesh. Qin Song frowned slightly and didn't have much reaction.
A moment later, there was a "clang" sound. Qin Song's right hand was free. The man in black laughed, "It's actually made of fine iron. King Qin is really generous … But it's a piece of cake for my Qing Feng!"
Just as he was about to switch to his left hand, Qin Song's expression suddenly changed. He said, "You should leave. Someone is coming."
"Don't make a fuss over nothing." The man in black didn't take it seriously and said, "It's not like I didn't make any arrangements. They won't be able to catch up to us in such a short time. Besides, I didn't even hear any sound, how could you … Oh no, there really are people coming! Do you have a back door? "
Qin Song was speechless.
Someone knocked on the door from outside. "Little Peach, open the door!"
Little Peach, who had been knocked unconscious and hidden away, naturally couldn't open the door. The people didn't wait long and directly knocked the door open. Hurried footsteps rushed in and stopped outside Qin Song's room. One of them said in a clear voice, "Qin Song Gongzi, an assassin has come to the palace. Her Majesty is worried about the young master's safety and ordered us to come and protect you."
After a pause, he didn't hear any response from inside. That voice said again, "Qin Song Gongzi, I'm coming in."
Qin Song didn't pay attention. Those people never spoke to get his answer. No matter what he said, they would still come in.
He lowered his head and rubbed his stiff shoulder. A sharp dagger was pressed against his throat. "It sounds like Ying Zheng cares about you a lot?"
… …
When Ying Zheng hurried over, the chains on the bed had already been cut. A cold dagger was pressed against the youth's throat. The youth's shoulders were strangled and he stood barefoot on the ground. He was only wearing undergarments.
Ying Zheng's gaze moved from his bloodstained wrist to the youth's face. He said in a low voice, "Qin Song!"
Qin Song stood quietly with almost no expression on his face. Ying Zheng felt that the youth's calm gaze contained a bit of impatience and mockery. He forced someone to stay in the palace to "recuperate" but ended up being held hostage by an assassin. No matter how he looked at it, Ying Zheng was incompetent.
"Ha! Ha ha! "The man in black was very proud of his quick-wittedness." He really came! My luck is really not bad. "
Ying Zheng didn't seem to hear him. He still looked at Qin Song with a gloomy gaze. He said in a low and cold voice, "Let him go, and I'll leave you with an intact corpse."
The man in black laughed loudly as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. His eyes were in high spirits. "I'm going to die. Even if you turn my bones into ashes, what does it matter? How about this, one living person and two dead people. You choose! If you choose a living person, I'll leave and he'll live. If you choose two dead people, I'll kill him first and then I'll die … Although I don't really want to die, it's a pleasant surprise to be able to kill your beloved King Of Qin and make you sad for once! "
The person he loved …
Ying Zheng finally turned to look at the man in black. He then looked at Qin Song, only to see him glance at the man in black rather speechlessly.
The bodyguard commander Chen Ce took a step forward and said coldly, "He's the same as you. He's a criminal who assassinated the Emperor. Do you think you can save your life by holding him hostage?"
The man in black scolded, "Am I stupid or are you stupid? Is it the assassin who was locked in the harem? Is it the assassin Ying Zheng who came here personally? Besides, I don't care who he is. Anyway, I only have him in my hands … If you don't care, then go ahead. I'll have two companions along the way with him! "
He wasn't good at negotiating, so he didn't waste any more words. He tightened his grip on the dagger and looked at Ying Zheng. "Ying Zheng, to live or to die, you choose!" His tone was relaxed and free, but his expression was very serious. His whole body was tense like a cheetah that was ready to pounce.
Ying Zheng looked at the two with a gloomy face and didn't say a word.
The man in black suddenly said, "Then he's going to die."
He sighed and whispered into the young man's ear, "Sorry, I've implicated you!" The dagger in his hand was pulled back, and a line of blood appeared on the young man's white skin …
"Stop!" Ying Zheng shouted in a low voice. His gaze was fixed on the man in black's dagger that stopped at the young man's neck again. After a moment of silence, he said coldly, "Let them go!"
The man in black smiled, "That's right! I've always said that my luck has been good. "
"Your Majesty!" Chen Ce said anxiously, "This rebel's martial arts is very strong. He has tried to assassinate Your Majesty time and time again. If you miss this opportunity, next time … Your Majesty, just for one …"
Ying Zheng coldly interrupted, "There are more than ten million people in the world who want to kill me. It doesn't matter if he's there or not. Do you think that I'm afraid of an assassin? "
Ying Zheng looked over at Qin Song, only to find that he had a leisurely look on his face, as if the one who was almost beheaded was someone else, as if they were talking about the life and death of someone else, and he himself was an outsider who had nothing to do with the matter, watching the fun of others. He could not help but feel anger rising in his heart as he shouted in a deep voice, "Qin Song!"
Qin Song looked at him.
Ying Zheng said coldly, "If I don't see you in an hour, there won't be anyone left in the hostage residence."
"Your Majesty really thinks highly of me," Qin Song finally spoke for the first time. His tone was indifferent, "Your Majesty, why don't you just say that you want to kill Chu?"
Ying Zheng said indifferently, "That's fine."
Qin Song was exasperated. Who did he offend? He scoffed, "Do you want me to tie him up and send him to Your Majesty?"
Ying Zheng said coldly, "Qin Song, don't test my patience!"
The man in black looked at the two of them blankly and said, "That, you're really not his …? What are you … "
"Shut up!" Qin Song finally couldn't stand him and said angrily, "What does this have to do with you?"
"Oh!" The man in black looked at the dagger he was holding against Qin Song's neck. What does this have to do with me?
"Are you leaving or not?" Qin Song said impatiently, "If you don't leave, then go up and fight!"
The man in black said in a muffled voice, "I can't …"
Since he couldn't win, he could only leave.
Ying Zheng looked coldly at the two of them slowly retreating into the darkness. He said in a low voice, "Chen Ce, follow them … and bring them back."
Chen Ce responded and quickly left with his men.
His figure disappeared. Ying Zheng spoke again, "Rho Minoris."
A low voice came from the darkness, "Here."
"You go too. If … you bring him back for me!" Ying Zheng's face was gloomy and his voice was bone-chillingly cold, "… regardless of life or death."
Qin Song, I've told you before, don't test my patience.
Qin Song, you better not be playing tricks.
… …
The night was like a layer of thick fog that filled the palace. It was as if there were countless fierce beasts crouching in the dark corners, ready to pounce and devour people at any time.
Three-quarters of an hour had passed, but the person who went had yet to return.
Ying Zheng was dressed in a black robe. His gaze was cold and gloomy. His anger was like the damp and cold night. He slowly clenched his right fist.
Finally, he couldn't wait to fly out? He didn't even care about his master, his Chu.
A series of heavy footsteps came from the corner. Chen Ce hurried over and reported in a low voice, "Found him!"
Found him? Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment. Then, his heart sank again. The person was found, but he didn't come back.
Ying Zheng looked at Chen Ce, who seemed to want to shrink his head into his shoulders. For a moment, he didn't dare to ask. He only said coldly, "… Lead the way."
Then, he saw Qin Song.
Under the hazy moonlight, a young man in white sat quietly under a peach blossom tree. His body was dotted with a few falling petals. His black hair was loose and fluttering. Such a quiet and beautiful scene. However, because of the hilt of the knife exposed in the young man's chest, it made people feel cold all over.
The young man covered his chest with his hand. Blood flowed from the gaps between his fingers.
Ying Zheng swayed and stared at the young man. His whole body seemed to have collapsed into an extremely drawn bow. For a moment, he couldn't move.
"Your Majesty," Chen Ce said in a low voice, "that traitor said that he couldn't come here in vain … Before he left, he stabbed him in the chest."
Ying Zheng acted as if he didn't hear anything. He slowly walked forward and squatted in front of the young man. He squeezed his shoulder tightly and said in a trembling voice, "Qin Song?"
Qin Song opened his eyes. His gaze was clear. He said, "Sorry, I want to give it a try."
"Qin Song … Qin Song!"
A cold light flashed. His surprised voice suddenly turned into an incredulous rage. Ying Zheng covered his chest and took a few steps back. There was a shiny dagger in his chest.
"Your Majesty!" Chen Ce was scared out of his wits. He leaped forward crazily, but all he saw was the young man stomping his foot on the tree trunk, spinning his body rapidly in the air. Then, he threw a powerful kick at the handle of the dagger that was about to be pulled out by Ying Zheng.
"Puff!" The dagger disappeared along with the hilt.
"Your Majesty!" Chen Ce's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. He roared, "Take him down!"
Qin Song flipped over and landed on the ground. Before he could take a step, he felt someone grab his wrist. The rough and strong hand was like an iron hoop. It almost broke his bones.
Qin Song turned around and met Ying Zheng's gloomy eyes. They were cold and brutal, as if a violent storm was brewing …
Qin Song didn't think. He pulled out the dagger from his chest. There was only a small part of the blade left. He slashed the dagger at Ying Zheng's throat.
Ying Zheng didn't dodge. He stared at Qin Song with his gloomy eyes. The hand that was holding Qin Song's wrist gave it a hard pull!
Qin Song staggered. Before he could steady himself, his whole body shook. He was sent flying two steps by the huge force. He hit the tree trunk heavily. It was only then that he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder.
Qin Song opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He reached out and grabbed the black iron arrow that was as thick as a thumb. He wanted to pull himself out of the tree. However, with the little strength he had left, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree. He tried several times but to no avail.
"What a terrifying arrow." Qin Song gave up trying. In fact, if Ying Zheng hadn't pulled him out, he would have become a corpse. However, his current situation wasn't any better.
"Qin Song."
The corner of a loose black robe appeared in his sight. Qin Song didn't have time to think. His head was lifted up by someone holding his chin.
"I'm not dead." Ying Zheng looked at him coldly. "Are you disappointed?"
Qin Song coughed out a mouthful of blood and smiled. His voice was weak and his gaze was unfocused. "Yes!"
As the saying goes, "Man proposes, God disposes." Ying Zheng had calculated everything, even his escape route. However, he didn't expect that the moment he attacked, he would suddenly feel a sharp pain in his head. It was as if someone had hit him hard with a sledgehammer. That was why he missed his target by a little. Otherwise, even if Ying Zheng was wearing an inner armor, he would have been dead by now.
"Good, good …" Ying Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood. He smiled coldly and nodded. "Very good … Qin Song …"
The young man in thin underwear was half covered in blood. His right hand was hanging limply. His left hand was holding the black shaft of the arrow. His slender white fingers were overflowing with blood. The blood flowed down his wrist.
Ying Zheng took a deep breath. A trace of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. He reached out and grabbed the iron arrow on the young man's shoulder and pressed it down.
"Ah!" Qin Song groaned in pain. He arched his back in pain.
Ying Zheng was satisfied to see that the hateful smile on the young man's face had finally disappeared. He watched as the young man bit his lip and cold sweat dripped down the tip of his nose …
In his mind, the image of the young man leaning lazily on the couch and drinking wine with his head raised. The image of the young man hovering in the air and ruthlessly kicking the dagger in his chest alternated. "Qin Song, good, Qin Song, good job!"
He pulled with all his might.
Blood splattered. Qin Song groaned. His fingers clasped the trunk of the tree. He forced himself to lean against the trunk and not fall down. He took deep breaths. "It hurts!"
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