Daughter's favorite concubine: Don't come here, the black-bellied prince

Chapter 1222 Lost the Opportunity to Serve

Songchun looked at Xinmeng with some surprise, and said: "How could the pavilion master guess it? This subordinate was about to talk about it. The emperor was shot in the chest by the seventh prince with an arrow. According to the doctor's diagnosis, fortunately he missed Half an inch, not right in the heart, otherwise he would die on the spot. The emperor has a high fever and has fallen into a coma. The situation is not optimistic, and I don’t know if he can survive it.”

Sure enough, the only thing that could make Xiao Lang leave her behind was that the people he cared about were in serious danger.

He definitely didn't leave because of Chu Mi'er's letter, but he received a secret report from the capital, and it might even be a secret decree from the emperor asking him to return to Beijing immediately before he fell into a coma.

Xinmeng nodded, indicating that she knew.

"Does the pavilion master not blame the Eighth Prince? After all, he left you and ignored him, and went back to Beijing by himself. If you were hurt by Kaiser, it would be too late for him to regret it." Song Chun said.

"Why should I blame him?" Xinmeng looked up at Songchun, and asked her back, "Didn't I escape by my own ability? At this time, the emperor needs him more than me."

"But in case Caesar confronts the pavilion master..."

Songchun didn't continue, but Xinmeng already understood what she meant, turned her head and opened the window, looked outside, and said: "He won't."

"Pavilion Master..." Why are you so confident?
Xinmeng shook her head and looked at the river. After a while, she said: "You tell the people on both sides of the river to be careful. Once you encounter Kaisa, just avoid him. Don't fight him. He wants to chase after the river. Let him go, but he must not be allowed to chase after him by boat."

"Yes, this subordinate will make arrangements now." Songchun bent over, slowly backed out, and closed the cabin door casually.

Looking at the scenery outside quietly for a while, Xinmeng suddenly said: "Since you're here, why don't you show up?"

Ah!A very light laughter sounded outside the window, as if it had fallen from the sky, a light blue figure appeared in front of Xinmeng, looking at her leisurely, with a vague smile on his lips.

Xin Meng raised her eyes and glanced at him, then said calmly: "So it's General Suzaku. Hey, at this time, shouldn't you call me 'Ma'am'?"

"It's more than just calling 'Madam', this subordinate should salute Madam." As he spoke, the visitor clasped his fists and saluted with a very respectful tone, "Fu Lin, the Shadow Army Suzaku, has seen Madam."

"Xiao Lang asked you to come and save me, but you came late." Her tone was still light, she was just stating the facts, without any hint of complaint.

Fu Lin's complexion changed slightly, and the next moment he teased with feigned regret: "Yes, Madam moved too fast, and didn't give the subordinate a chance to show off, causing the subordinate to lose a great opportunity to make meritorious service."

"I don't blame you for this matter. I think you galloped thousands of miles and came here from the south. After all, it took a lot of time, and it's normal to be late." Xinmeng paused, and quickly swept Fu Lin's slender figure from top to bottom, "I I'm curious, once General Suzaku and Kaiser meet, who will have a better chance of winning?"

Hearing this, Fu Lin raised his eyebrows: "Ma'am, do you think this subordinate can't beat Kaisa and save you?"

"No, what I care about is, if you are asked to hold Caesar, how long can you deal with him?" After a short pause, Xinmeng added, "And it must be under the condition that you can guarantee that you are safe."

His eyes flickered for a moment, and Fu Lin said, "Madam, you want to go down and hold Kaisa so that he won't interfere with your return to the capital?"

Xin Meng raised her eyes to look at him, and said lightly: "That's right, but your safety must be the first priority, don't force it."

After thinking for a while, Fu Lin reported the time without hesitation: "Three days."

(End of this chapter)