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Chapter 308 [Fighting Shadows]

Black horses, black carriages, black armor.

The carriage slowly stopped.

At this moment, even the arrogant and habitual Feng'er seems to have stopped the hustle and bustle of the past.

There was silence at the gate of the inspection institute.

The sound of horseshoes stopped abruptly and became uniform.

Well-trained and legendary.

With such military discipline, how could it not be strong.

Hundreds of black knights moved in unison, as if there was only one person.

Horror!
Fan Zui did not hope that one day, his Raksha Temple army would confront such a powerful force.

Even if they can win in the end, they will inevitably suffer heavy losses.

If you kill one thousand enemies, you will injure yourself a hundred and eight.

He doesn't do this kind of thing.

Therefore, the best way is to hold this powerful black energy in your own hands.

For a moment, doubts arose in his heart, whether the black knight would obey Chen Pingping or Emperor Qing.

In whose hands is the ultimate control.

This is related to his plan to seize power.

It is vital.

Heiqi is loyal to Chen Pingping, or loyal to Emperor Qing, the two have completely different meanings to him.

For Chen Pingping, she would definitely choose to stand by his side.

As for Emperor Qing, it was hard to say.

Love can be beheaded, let alone others.

"Disarm..."

In the black carriage, there was a faint voice suddenly.

As soon as the words fell, all the prince's men and horses were detained, and their weapons were taken down.

Fang Cai, Yan Ruohai and Zhu Ge, none of them dared to do this.

But at this moment, to the people in the carriage, it was just a sentence.

It's that simple.

So bold!

None of the prince's men dared to resist.

Because resistance means death.

Chen Pingping still dare to resist in person?
Are you kidding, you resist a try?
When did Dean Chen's 50-meter long knife lose its sharpness?
More than ten years ago, [-] black knights swept across the capital, with heads rolling and blood flowing like rivers.

The bloody smell could not be completely dissipated for three days and three nights.

Those who have experienced it personally can't help their feet trembling in retrospect.

The memory is still fresh and unforgettable.

It was a nightmare that would never go away.

"Dean!"

"Dean!"

Zhuge and Yan Ruohai went forward to salute.

"Cough cough cough..."

There was a coughing sound from the black carriage.

Fan Zui frowned slightly upon hearing the sound.

Physicians pay attention to what they see, hear and ask.

From the voice, he instantly recognized Chen Pingping's symptoms.

In addition, when going out, I occasionally feel cold.

In addition, the hidden wounds on his body have already hurt the root, thus causing various diseases.

The battle with Sean back then was by no means as simple as breaking his legs.

Not long after, a wheelchair got off the carriage.

Twilight shrouded, and the remnants of old age were revealed.

The old man in the wheelchair, with the marks of time on his body, sat on the wheelchair with a pair of broken legs.

Wrinkles are like engravings, passing by wind and frost.Those eyes, tenacious and resolute, revealed the wisdom and profundity of the years.

On the seat, Chen Pingping was as quiet as cold smoke. Although she bowed her head and stared, she still showed majesty and calmness.

Sickness and serious illness are tormenting, and aging is coming, but he still persists and faces it calmly, like the lord of the mountain.

Hearing the wind and the rain, with his broken body, he felt the flow of time, as calm as a lake.

The silent back bears the temper of the years and the tenacity of life.

For so many years, he never gave in, never chose to give up, relied on his inner perseverance, insisted on recovering and exercising every day, and was not afraid of the invasion of the years.

Fan Zui was in awe.

This is an old man who has witnessed the vicissitudes of the world and carried the accumulation of years.

In fact, Chen Pingping was about the same age as Emperor Qing, but comparing the two, Chen Pingping looked much older.

After all, Emperor Qing is a great master, so prolonging his life is naturally a no-brainer.

Old age, twilight years, are the only words that Fan Zui can think of at the moment.

Zhuge has a good saying that Chen Pingping is indeed old.

However, being old has a different meaning from "old".

Hearing the sound of coughing, Yan Ruohai stepped forward and said with concern:
"what happened?"

"Caught some cold."

"I'm going to call the imperial doctor now!"

After Zhuge finished speaking, he turned and left.

"No need!"

As he spoke, he coughed twice again and said:
"Disciple Fei Jie is here, so he doesn't use any imperial doctor, let him have a look at it later."

Zhu Ge looked back at Fan Zui and said nothing.

"Chen Pingping, you are so majestic. Some people say that you are under one person in the capital and above ten thousand!"

The prince came angrily with a long knife in his hand.

Suddenly, a sword qi pierced through the air, and the long knife in his hand broke into two sections.

Everyone looked at Fan Zui.

I saw that what he pointed with two fingers was the long sword in the prince's hand.

Everyone was once again stunned by the unfathomable level of this fifth best master in the world.

The prince glanced at Fan Zui, then dropped half of the long knife in his hand and walked towards Chen Pingping.

I never thought about it, but was blocked by a row of black horsemen, making it difficult to approach.

This made the prince's face change again.

At this moment, seeing the prince's face, Fan Zui's expression suddenly changed.

"Could it be that what the crown prince did today was actually to test the Inspection Institute and Chen Pingping on behalf of Emperor Qing?"

Is this his real purpose?
Such a thought flashed through, Fan Zui frowned slightly.

If this is the case, I am afraid that Emperor Qing has already begun to suspect Chen Pingping...

Chen Pingping turned a blind eye to the prince and moved the wheelchair, entering the inspection institute from a side road.

"I heard that your black cavalry is invincible and kills countless people. Do you dare to kill the prince?"

The prince roared crazily again.

Hearing this, Fan Zui frowned again.

Today's prince is very wrong.

It seems that maybe it is just as I thought!
The prince has always been prudent, and it is absolutely impossible for him to be so reckless.

What he did today must have deep meaning.

"It's not the way of a courtier to fight with the prince." Chen Pingping replied lightly.

"Then you can't stop me!"

The prince pulled out another long knife and rushed into the inspection institute.

At this moment, a flying knife came through the air and stuck on the door frame of the inspection institute.

Chen Pingping didn't even look at the flying knife, but said calmly:

"There are assassins, protect the prince!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Zui suddenly grabbed the prince from the air, and the powerful internal force immediately lifted the prince up.

With a jerk, he threw it into the carriage when he came.

Afterwards, someone sent the prince who had fallen into a "coma" back to the East Palace.

Seeing the prince's carriage going away, Fan Zui's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He was very sure that under the strength just now, the prince was not unconscious.

However, he was "in a coma".

installed!

Looking at the direction the convoy was leaving, Chen Pingping said lightly:
"Protecting the prince is the way of a courtier."

Then, he turned around and entered the inspection institute.

Zhu Ge was at the end. He came to the flying knife, took it off, and looked around.

I am puzzled.

He couldn't understand Chen Pingping's actions more and more.

However, there was a faint feeling in her heart that Chen Pingping's return to Beijing this time was by no means as simple as it seemed on the surface.

It appears that his plans need to be expedited.

In the inspection courtyard, Fan Zui, who was walking, suddenly slapped his backhand, sending his shadow flying.

(End of this chapter)