After the prince's mobile phone has wifi, he starts to raise his concubine in the cloud

Chapter 27 Beneficiaries

A group of them set off to the forest of no return at night.

And Xiao Zhiyun took the phone and turned on the navigation to guide them.

Two days later in the evening, they came to the Forest of No Return, and the group got off their horses. Xiao Zhiyun was about to lead them to find Wanzhuang, but found that Prince Zhao was limping badly.

Xiao Zhiyun supported him without thinking.

Holding his arm, she felt a seed sprouting in her heart, and she took a deep breath, a little confused.

Do not think too much!
But he gave her a desperate smile.

Xiao Zhiyun's face suddenly changed, even though he was hurt, he could still laugh!I don't know how to feel sorry for myself!
She couldn't help but want to talk about him, but she didn't know how to say it. After all, he was quite affectionate, and she couldn't bear to talk about him...

So she could only support him and walk into the woods step by step.

The unattended corpses in the Forest of No Return showed signs of decay, and there was a faint smell of corpses in the forest.

There is also the cry of vultures, which is very penetrating.

They came to Wan Zhuang's body, the skin on Wan Zhuang's body had been split open, and flying insects were densely biting the gaps.

Prince Zhao knelt down slowly, drove away the flying insects for the makeup, and said in a gentle voice: "Good girl, I missed you."

Xiao Zhiyun also squatted down, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

She should have resolutely sent Wan Zhuang back in the first place, but this girl was too stubborn.

They dug a hole by the tree, buried the makeup, piled up small soil bags, and cleared the surrounding grass by the way.

Standing in front of the tomb, Prince Zhao said in a deep voice, "There will be a day when Haiyan, Heqing, and the world will be at peace."

"Let's go." Prince Zhao said lightly.

Xiao Zhiyun nodded, and took Prince Zhao's arm to help him leave.

But after he glanced at the corpse of the man from the southern border, he raised his foot and walked over, frowning and squatting down.

He took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight, took a picture of the corpse, and looked at it carefully for a while, frowning.

Xiao Zhiyun felt a little scared in such a quiet place, but she forced herself to be calm.

After a while, Prince Zhao's breathing became a little short, and he calmed down and said, "They are not from the southern border."

Xiao Zhiyun felt cold when he heard this.

If you're not from the southern border, that's...

Prince Zhao touched the clothes on the corpse, and murmured: "It's really not."

In the past, he actually didn't dare to come to a place where there were dead people in the dark, but during the time he stayed in the southern border, he was growing up, and he was also breaking away from the noble and charming people in the past.

Today, he can also eat leaves, gnaw bark, and even be unkempt without grooming.

Xiao Zhiyun was also afraid, but she still squatted beside Prince Zhao and touched the corpse's clothes.

"How did you identify it?" she asked suspiciously.

Prince Zhao got up and helped her up, then took her hand, lifted the hem of his clothes and wiped her hands very gently.

His girl is spotless, if there is any dirt, he will come.

"Their clothes are imitated according to the style in the southern border, they look similar, but there are differences in details." Prince Zhao said with certainty.

Xiao Zhiyun and Princess Gaomi had never met a real Southerner, but Prince Zhao was different.

He had fought with people from the southern border, and had a better understanding of the clothing, living habits and customs of each tribe.

Prince Zhao clenched his fists and continued: "And their clothes are made by Dayao."

Xiao Zhiyun's heart tightened. In the few days when she met the pseudo-Southern people, wasn't her brother also hunted down by men in black who were not from the South.

She didn't believe that these two groups of people were running after her and her brother, most likely for the three princes and princesses!

If something happened to King Wu, Prince Zhao, or Princess Gaomi, who would benefit?
"King Yong?" She asked in disbelief.

"Brother Twenty? He is romantic and stupid like a pig. It can't be him." Prince Zhao said fairly.

If it was King Yong, it is estimated that these two groups of people would not be able to get here.

Xiao Zhiyun also felt that it was not King Yong, but there was no one else but him...

She felt worried and thought about it: "Your Majesty only has four sons left. Prince Qi's life or death in the Tata Department is uncertain. If something happens between you and His Highness King Wu, His Royal Highness Yong will naturally benefit, not Qingxiang Palace and the other sons." Where is it?"

Prince Zhao sighed: "I have to stay in the southern border for the time being, these things can only be discussed when I return to the inner city of Ranhua in the future."

They stripped off a piece of clothing from the corpse, put it away, and left the forest.

Prince Zhao, whose body has not recovered well, can't walk anymore. He has been holding on for two days, but he can't stand it anymore.

Seeing him grinning in pain when he was walking, Xiao Zhiyun hurriedly squatted down to check, never thinking that there was blood oozing from his trouser legs.

"How can you ride a horse like this!" Xiao Zhiyun said slightly angrily.

Prince Zhao moved to sit on the big rock, propped his hands back on the stone surface, and said comfortably: "I like the way you speak boldly."

Xiao Zhiyun gave him a dissatisfied look, then took his sword angrily.

Prince Zhao had no defense against her, just watched his sword being taken away, and when he tried to stop her, she had already drawn the sword and cut her petticoat.

She tore off the cloth strips to bandage him.

But he sat up straight and said in disbelief, "What are you doing? You go out to camp in the middle of the night, no matter how damaged the dress inside is, you can't tell!"

Xiao Zhiyun sneered and said, "Innocence doesn't lie in a piece of clothing, nor does it lie in other people's mouths, it lies in my heart, and my heart is magnanimous."

Prince Zhao looked at Xiao Zhiyun's obstinate appearance, and a little grass rose in his heart, why such a soft and weak little coward still has a bit of tenacity in it.

She is as vigorous as a grass.

"I'm good at choosing people." Prince Zhao said with a smile.

Xiao Zhiyun's movements were slightly sluggish, he looked up at Prince Zhao and continued to bandage, and said in disgust: "What are you talking about, don't speak right."

Prince Zhao fell into the honeypot by himself, ignored the pain, and just smiled with lowered eyebrows.

After Xiao Zhiyun bandaged him, he stood up, pulled her and said, "Let's go back."

Xiao Zhiyun followed him and asked as he walked, "Can you ride a horse?"

Prince Zhao firmly said: "I can do it!"

After riding his horse back to the camp, Old Master Xue was already waiting at the door, his face covered with dark clouds.

However, after seeing the white cloth on Prince Zhao's leg, he immediately sent someone to send Prince Zhao back to the tent without saying a word.

The accompanying soldiers returned to the team after saying the previous set of arguments. Master Xue Laohou did not believe that his grandson Xue Xiaohou, who was young and mature, would deceive people.

In the end, only Luo Guogong achieved the damage.

Old Master Xue took ten army sticks for his negligence in leading the troops and patrolling.

Luo Guogong can't say that he was deliberately released under the pressure of Princess Gaomi's strongman, so he can only admit the crime of dereliction of duty.

The matter of pulling the makeup is over, and Prince Zhao stopped messing around, and healed his wounds obediently.

Xiao Zhiyun wanted to accompany her brother, but Princess Gaomi always came to change with her. She remembered the secret that Prince Zhao told her, so she changed.

Maybe another sister-in-law can come back!

She stayed in Prince Zhao's tent all day long, and couldn't see how Princess Gaomi and Lord Qing got along, so she could only face the smiling Prince Zhao every day.

Sometimes he would lean on the railing of the couch and look at Xiao Zhiyun generously, and he would be happy when he looked at him, a little naive and a little silly...

(End of this chapter)