Don't ask where people go

Chapter 1200 Tracking

"Get away." Murong Qing's face was like frost and snow, and he pushed Meng Tingyang with all his strength. He still didn't move, but he took a few steps back involuntarily.

The ground that had just rained was a little slippery, and Murong Qing stumbled and fell to the ground again. His face was wrinkled, obviously hurt, but he still managed to stand up.

Meng Tingyang did not dare to stop him anymore, looked at Fang Zilan and said: "Madam..."

"It turns out it's already summer." Fang Zilan seemed not to be listening to what Meng Tingyang said at all, and stretched out her hand, "No wonder it rains a lot recently."

As she spoke, she looked up at the gloomy sky, which was so heavy that it was breathless. There were occasional scattered raindrops, but it didn't help.

It's like the current situation. No matter what Murong Qing does, Chen will never come back.

Meng Tingyang saw that Fang Zilan had no intention of persuading Murong Qing, so he had to chase after him again, "Your Majesty..."

However, the sound of piercing the sky suddenly came, giving Meng Tingyang no chance to speak. An arrow was inserted less than two steps in front of Murong Qing, which was a clear warning.

Mu Churui was still standing on the tower, and Li Qianning beside her was looking at him steadily. She wanted to ask him, why didn't he give Murong Qing a happy life and why he had to be tortured like this? But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

She knew that even though Mu Churui wanted Murong Qing to die, he couldn't kill him with one blow.

As two parties in a power game, they are competing to see who can keep their composure and not be caught in the wrong by the other party. Instead of fighting with real swords and guns to the death.

As if to verify what Li Qianning thought, Mu Churui raised his hand, and one of his men shouted loudly: "Prince Zhongzheng, since you have been ordered, you should go to the capital as quickly as possible. Looking back now, are you trying to disobey? The king’s order?”

Murong Qing clenched his fists and took a step forward, only three inches away from the arrow stuck on the ground, "I just disobeyed..."

"Your Majesty!" Meng Tingyang stood in front of Murong Qing and stopped him from talking, "Be careful what you say."

"Meng Tingyang, do you know what you are doing?" Murong Qing reached out and pulled out Meng Tingyang's sword, pointing it directly at his chest, "My mother-in-law passed away, and you didn't follow me back to the palace, but you blocked my way?"

His chest was rising and falling, and every word he spoke was filled with incomparable resentment, "Prince Zhongzheng and your master and servant, I never thought that we would turn against each other today. If I had known this, I shouldn't have..."

Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently and couldn't even hold the sword in his hand.

Mu Churui on the tower sneered, and his men understood the situation and fired several arrows straight towards Murong Qing.

Meng Tingyang dragged Murong Qingkan to avoid him, and in the blink of an eye, there were a few blood marks on his arm. He gritted his teeth and turned around, and when he was about to block the arrow with his body, he saw a figure flash past, snatched the sword with his hand, and knocked down the arrow behind him.

"Madam..." Meng Tingyang looked at Fang Zilan in disbelief, and saw her holding the sword calmly and walking towards the capital. The feather arrow stopped instantly, and Mu Churui's men shouted sternly: "What is Mrs. Shizi doing? Could it be..."

"The person who received the order from the king is Murong Qing, not me." Fang Zilan interrupted the man with a cold voice, "I can stay in the capital of Miluo if I want, and I can leave if I want. What does it have to do with the king?"

"Mrs. Crown Prince, even if you are the daughter of the Fang family in Dajing, you cannot be disrespectful to the king." The man raised his voice in a threatening tone, "If you take one step forward..."

"How about I take a step forward?" Fang Zilan took a step forward provocatively, "If the king has the courage, just order someone to shoot an arrow and shoot me on the spot."

"During the battle with Miluo, my sister-in-law Zhenzhu and I went to Qiluo City to deliver news to the Duke of Xianyue." Fang Zilan looked calm, but there was indescribable pain in her eyes, "At that time, Qiluo City was closed. , we have all prepared to die, but fortunately we have been waiting for reinforcements, thank you so much, General."

"You actually knew that I was rushing to help..." The general was stunned, and Fang Zilan said solemnly: "I don't know. It's just that I saw all the people in the city at that time, living and dead, and there was no general."

The general was silent for a long time and then said: "It's all over. Please forgive me, Madam Zhen."

Fang Zilan pursed her lips and changed her voice: "After the death of Duke Xian Yue, I have been working for your majesty. Does the general still doubt me now?"

The general opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he heard Yao Wu roar: "Based on these few words, do our generals believe you? How many people died in the battle with Miluo? How many of my Yao family members were buried in Qiluo? Cheng, why can you survive? It’s so unfair!”

"Unfair?" Fang Zilan turned around, looked at Yao Wu steadily, and said coldly: "What shame do you have to say it's unfair? When the Yao family's son was buried on the battlefield, he never thought that you would collude with bandits while alive. , in exchange for glory and wealth..."

"What do you know?" Yao Wu seemed to have been stabbed in a sore spot and said sternly: "If Fang Zilan hadn't refused to abandon the city, why would they have died..."

"What did you say?" The general looked at Yao Wu as if he were looking at a monster. The plum sword in Fang Zilan's hand scratched the skin of his neck, and drops of blood seeped out. "What will happen if you abandon the city? Don't you?" Do you know how many people in Miluo City have been slaughtered? How dare you say such a thing?"

She gritted her teeth every word and was obviously furious. Even the general she was holding couldn't help but said with righteous indignation: "Yao Wu, as a soldier of the capital..."

"So what?" Yao Wu interrupted the general with disdain, "It's true that I am a soldier of Dajing, but I am a living person. Originally, I also had close relatives of flesh and blood, but what do I have now? If it weren't for the Southeast Camp There is no one I care about. Do you think I am willing to come to Jiangnan Camp? Not to mention General Shen, even Zhou Lang, you are not even half as good as him!"

"Yao Wu, you..." The general clenched his fists. As soon as he opened his mouth, Fang Zilan stopped him, "General, did you see that? This is the person you are protecting. Blind indulgence will not win you respect. On the contrary, it will make people think that you are weak and can be bullied.”

She paused and moved the plum sword in her hand downwards, "In that case, why not let everyone be afraid of you."

Before she finished speaking, Yao Wu screamed repeatedly, and a piece of his flesh was cut out. She snorted in disgust and neatly shook off the blood on her sword, "Today, I will ask you to teach me a lesson."

"What do you mean..." The general murmured, but Fang Zilan ignored him. He still looked at Yao Wu and said sternly: "As a soldier of the capital, you do not take it as your responsibility to protect the territory. Those who do not value the lives of the people and are greedy for life and afraid of death are not worthy of being in the army."