The regent's spoiled princess wakes up

Chapter 282 Night Attack
Seeing that Qing was unable to perform well, and the horn in his hand was very powerful, Honghu begged for mercy, "Master Daoist! You and I have no grievances or enmity, why do you want to put me to death?"

Qing Wu suddenly had a plan in mind, and said to Zhao Shuang, "Shuang'er, go and find Zhao Hongyi and give it to me, and I will give you the immortal soul of this demon girl."

Honghu's neck was entangled by Qingwu's whisk, and the soul-locking bell fell to the ground, unable to fight back.

"Master, we will pay you back. Zhao Hongyi is my younger brother, just let him go!" Zhao Shuang frowned, "If you let Hongyi go, you and I will still be master and apprentice."

"Let him go?" Qing Wu let go of his whisk and sneered, "If you don't want to hand him over to me, then I'll go find him myself!"

After saying that, the old man in white threw away the hostage in his hand, and disappeared in a gust of evil wind.

When Honghu got out of the shackles, his first reaction was to bend down to take away the soul-locking bell.

Fortunately, Zhao Shuang had quick eyes and quick hands, and made a formula to put the soul-locking bell into his hands.

Honghu gritted his teeth in hatred.

"Senior Sister, we will meet later!" Without the soul-locking bell, she knew she was invincible, so she fled towards the forest.

Zhao Shuang was afraid that Qingwu would go after Zhao Hongyi, so he didn't dare to delay, and he didn't dare to chase Honghu, so he quickly rescued Linghu Kong and several soldiers from the trap, and asked the two soldiers to chase in the direction where Honghu was escaping. On the other hand, he brought Linghu Kong and a guard to the valley.

When I went down the mountain, I found that there was a gurgling stream in the valley. Although it was already afternoon, there was still a thick fog around the house.

The place is sparsely populated, there are only a dozen families in total, and they all live along the stream, so they searched for it one by one.

"Old man, we are here to find someone. Excuse me...does Xiangxia live here?" Zhao Shuang knocked on the door and asked the villagers.

The person who answered the door was an old man with dark skin. Zhao Shuang didn't dare to mention Zhao Hongyi's name, but asked him if he had seen Xiangxia.

The old man looked her up and down, and said a little defensively, "Who are you? Just now an old Taoist priest also came to look for someone..."

It turned out that Qing Wu had been here before, Zhao Shuang said quickly, "My surname is Zhao, and I'm from Shangjing."

Only then did the old man relax his guard a little, and stepped aside, "Xiang Xia is inside, I drove that veteran away just now, come in quickly."

Zhao Shuang hurriedly led Linghu Kong into the door, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Hu Lan coming out to greet him. Seeing Zhao Shuang burst into tears, "Princess!"

When she left Shangjing, Yang Xuan had not yet ascended the throne, so Hu Lan habitually called her "Wangfei".

"Now I'm going to be called Empress Empress." Linghukong looked at Hulan with a smile.The two were very excited to reunite after a long absence.

"Yes, Empress, General Linghu, please come inside." Hu Lan led the two of them into the room and went to prepare tea.

"How are you living here?" Zhao Shuang asked.

"All right, Aunt Xiangxia found this place, she said it was her uncle's house. There are few people here, and although life is a bit difficult, it is not easy to leak information." Hu Lan served tea for the three of them.

Zhao Shuang looked at the furnishings in the house.This is also a stone house with simple furnishings, only a few wooden chairs, a square table, and a very new tea set, probably newly added after Xiangxia and the others came.

Xiangxia and Zhang Xiaoxue also came out after hearing the sound.

"Empress," Xiangxia bowed her knees quickly when she saw her, and pointed to the old man outside the door who was enjoying the cool air, "That uncle who is a servant, Father Wu, we are here thanks to his care."

Just as he was talking, Father Wu came into the room, glanced outside and said, "You better go away! The Taoist in white came to look for it just now, and I saw that he came in a bad way. I was listening at the door just now, and he It seems to be still in the village."

"Father Wu is right. You guys pack up. Let's leave in the dark." Zhao Shuang frowned. She originally planned to let Zhao Hongyi and the others go to the south, not to mention that Qing Wu had already found this place. If she didn't leave... ...I'm afraid not only Zhao Hongyi will not survive, but also Father Wu.

"Empress, the mountain road is not easy to walk at night. If you raise a torch, I'm afraid it will attract the attention of the Taoist." Father Wu thought for a while, and advised, "You guys rest here for the night, and leave tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, Father Wu." Zhao Shuang nodded, and then asked Xiangxia, "Where is my brother?"

Father Wu was right, it was inconvenient to travel at night, and Qingwu would have a splitting headache every night, so he probably wouldn't take the initiative to attack at night, so Zhao Shuang decided to stay here for the night.

"Inside, the servants will lead you in." Xiangxia said, and opened the bamboo curtain in the back room.

In winter, the cold wind howled, and the air in Xiyuan Road was dry. Several people's faces were covered with frost, and their lips were torn.

The boy in the inner room is still white and clean, with handsome eyebrows and fine eyes, and the eyes are full of pure starlight.

Outside the window is the bare forest, the autumn color is dim, and occasionally there are still green on a few pine trees.

The young man was wearing a blue coarse cloth gown, his hair was simply combed into a bun, but his flaws were not concealed, and he was full of elegance. He was sitting at the desk by the window writing a letter.

"Hongyi." Even though he knew he couldn't hear him, Zhao Shuang still called softly, then walked behind him and patted him on the shoulder.

The boy raised his head and was surprised when he saw her.

Although he couldn't hear, he was smart enough to read people's expressions.

The young man raised the letter in his hand and handed it to Zhao Shuang. Zhao Shuang took a look at it, tears filled his eyes.

It turned out that he had just been writing to himself.

Zhao Hongyi's handwriting was delicate and beautiful. He wrote every bit of Xiyuan Dao into the letter, and told Zhao Shuang not to worry about himself, saying that he was very happy.

It would be great if such an intelligent and kind-hearted young man could still hear and speak!

"It's really well written," Zhao Shuang pasted the letter paper on his face, and strengthened his determination to save him. He also picked up a pen and wrote a few words on the paper, "Hongyi, sister wants to send you away, go to Jiangnan."

Zhao Hongyi looked at the words on the paper and nodded ignorantly.

Zhao Shuang is the person he trusts most in the world, no matter where he is asked to go, he will go.

At night, Zhao Shuang made a formula and set up an enchantment around the small courtyard, so that Qing Wu could not spy on the movement in the small courtyard.

She chatted with Xiangxia and Zhang Xiaoxue about Zhao Hongyi's daily life during this time, and they huddled together in the living room of Father Wu's house to rest against the wall.

Zhao Shuang slept lightly, and around midnight, she suddenly heard rustling voices.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Linghu Kong had already woken up, standing vigilantly by the door with a sword in hand, and was holding wooden sticks, wooden chairs and other objects against the wooden door.

Seeing her wake up, Linghu Kong hurriedly turned his head and gestured to her, then pointed outside.

It was Qingwu who came here!

There are more than a dozen families in this small village, even if they search one by one, it is only a matter of time before they are found here.

Zhao Shuang didn't dare to make a sound, Zhao Hongyi and the others were still awake, and the room was not lit, it was pitch black, only the shadows of mottled trees could be seen outside.

There was a strong wind outside the house, and the wind and sand knocked on the thin paper windows.

Zhao Shuang hastily made another formula, trying to resist Qing Wu's remote viewing, but encountered a powerful demonic energy.

(End of this chapter)