Chapter 39 The Horror of the Flower Boat

Zhao Ling took the beautiful woman and stepped into the cabin with a smile. Along the way, the sound of silk bamboo permeated his ears, with a delicate smile and soft words, rouge fragrance, and mellow wine.

While Wen Xiangruanyu was in his arms, Zhao Ling obviously felt two cold eyes coming at him. He tightened the woman in his arms and greeted his eyes carelessly. He raised a smile on his lips and whispered in the ear of the woman in his arms, "What a little goblin, do you see it? Even General Shen is watching. What about you!"

The woman smiled delicately, and her pink fist hit Zhao Ling's chest. She smiled charmingly and said, "The prince is really bad!"

Zhao Ling laughed twice and approached Shen Xiaoyi with the woman in his arms. There was a smile on his face, but the bottom of his eyes were cold. Looking closely, there seemed to be a trace of teasing and disdain, all of which were scattered by the crimson cheeks.

"The last time I wanted to have a drink with the little general in the White Crane Tower, I don't know if the little general will be honored tonight?" Zhao Ling handed the white porcelain wine pot in his hand to the woman beside him. He patted the woman's buttocks with his big hand and said with a smile, "I'm not going to toast the general!"

The woman's eyebrows were full of amorous feelings, and her eyes were coquettish, "There is no wine glass here. How can I toast to the slave family!"

Zhao Ling smiled, picked up the woman's delicate chin, gently rubbed her thumb on her red lips, and said with a wild smile, "It's good to use your little mouth!"

The woman giggled, pushed Zhao Ling with her bare hands, and said angrily, "You are really bad!" With that, she glanced her eyes and stopped on Shen Xiaoyi's cold face. Her red lips hooked and smiled charmingly. "Look at the little general's face. The young man who came to the flower boat is just for fun and let the slave family serve him well. You, even if you have a big trouble, you have to throw it out of the sky!" The woman took a sip of wine and twisted towards Shen Xiaoyi. A jade hand stroked his chest and sent her charming red lips.

Shen Xiaoyi frowned, pushed the woman away in disgust, and said coldly, "Don't bother me!"

The woman stepped back a few steps before she stood still. Her eyes were full of tears and looked at Zhao Ling aggrievedly, "Your Majesty..."

Zhao Ling smiled, picked up the woman, and said casually, "If you don't serve the little general well, it's wrong with the peony!" In fact, I also want to know whether the charm of the peony is not enough or whether our little general is too pure-hearted!" Let go of the woman, Zhao Ling slowly stepped to Shen Xiaoyi's side and looked at his eyes with a slight chill, but his tone was smiling. "The little general's air is really big. He didn't let me go several times. In the eyes!"

Shen Xiaoyi sneered and looked around on the flower boat. "The prince has a marriage contract. This doesn't seem to be the place where the prince should come!"

"Hahaha!" Zhao Ling looked up and laughed when she heard some jokes, "The man is just playing for fun outside. I believe my princess is also understandable!"

Shen Xiaoyi said coldly, "Since Miss Murong has a marriage contract with the prince, the prince should treat her wholeheartedly!"

The smile on Zhao Ling's face suddenly stopped, and his eyes became colder and colder. "How to treat her is my business. The little general seems to care too much about my future princess!"

Shen Xiaoyi looked at Zhao Ling coldly, but did not want to say anything to him anymore. At this time, he saw Li Nanyang lean out half of his body and shouted, "Why did you come out for so long?" As soon as the words fell, his eyes fell on Zhao Ling's body, and the smile on his face condensed, and his eyes There was a trace of resentment on his face. He came out of the box, walked to Shen Xiaoyi, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't pay attention to him. Let's just go in!"

"Tut-tut!" Zhao Ling sneered and said, "The Li family is becoming more and more regular. When they see me, they don't even say hello!"

Li Nanyang swallowed his anger and gritted his teeth and said, "I've seen the King of Qin!"

Zhao Ling smiled and said, "You don't have to be polite!"

Li Nanyang looked behind Zhao Ling and asked, "There is only one person in the prince?"

Zhao Ling raised his eyebrows and said, "It's me alone, so what?"

Li Nanyang sneered, "No matter!" Shen Xiaoyi behind him pressed his shoulder and whispered, "The king of Qin is provocative again and again, beware of fraud! Don't be impulsive!"

Li Nanyang sneered and said, "Tonight's opportunity is once in a thousand years. I must get out of this evil breath in my heart!" Don't worry, just teach him a lesson, and he won't kill him!" With that, he went back to his box with Shen Xiaoyi.

Zhao Ling looked coldly at the backs of the two people and the flashing murder in Li Nanyang's eyes. The smile on his lips was even more, and he picked up the chin of Meijiao/mother beside him, and his deep pool-like eyes showed a trace of light, "The good show is about to begin!"

"I don't know what the prince wants to see. I asked my sisters to prepare for the prince!" Peony opened her beautiful eyes wide and asked doubtfully.

Zhao Ling laughed and said, "I'll show you this play!"

Not long after, I saw several men holding sticks with thick arms surging up from the aisle between the two cabins. Without saying a word, he hit Zhao Ling.

Zhao Ling smiled and pushed the woman beside him aside. He took the first man to hit him with a stick. The man was kicked hard by this kick and flew back and hit the ground heavily. Suddenly, the hull seemed to shake. At this time, the rest of the men waved wooden sticks and attacked Zhao Ling in unison. Zhao Ling smiled, resisted the offensive of those people with a few moves, and lay on the ground horizontally.

Zhao Ling gently fell on the armor and elegantly put down his robe. At this time, he happened to see a hunchbacked turtle holding a plate with a pot of wine and a few exquisite dishes passing by.

"Hight!" Zhao Ling shouted.

The turtle bent over and said, "What can I do for you!"

Zhao Ling stepped over a few steps, picked up the wine pot in his plate, looked up and took a sip, "It's really good wine!" Zhao Ling immersed herself in the wine, but saw a trace of murderousness flashed in the turtle's eyes. He threw away the plate and took out the dagger hidden under the plate, showing fierce eyes. He stabbed at Zhao Ling's chest.

"Your Majesty, be careful!" Peony exclaimed and pushed Zhao Ling aside, but his arm was cut by the turtle's dagger.

Zhao Ling's eyes were cold, and the wine pot in his hand hit the turtle's face. He turned around and protected the peony in his arms and looked at her wound with concern, "Is there anything wrong?"

Peony's eyes were full of tears, "Your Majesty, it hurts so much!"

A trace of heartache flashed in Zhao Ling's eyes, "Let me see!" With that, he leaned over to check the peony's wound and comforted him softly, "Be patient!"

The peony inhaled thinly, but a murderous atmosphere gradually appeared in her eyes. She slowly raised her arm, and the cold dagger flashed, which accurately and fiercely inserted into Zhao Ling's chest.

Zhao Ling hit the peony with his palm, stepped back a few steps, and looked at her in disbelief, "You... are you..."

The peony wiped the blood stains on his lips, "The prince didn't expect it!" He raised his dagger again and attacked Zhao Ling.

Zhao Ling covered the wound while dodging the attack of the peony. The stream-like blood slowly flowed out of his fingers, dyeing his white brocade clothes into crimson rouge.

Zhao Ling retreated all the way and returned to the bow just now. He cut off a bamboo pole with a colorful flag with one palm and kicked the bamboo pole towards the peony with one foot.

The peony avoided sideways and shook its sleeves. A flying knife hit Zhao Ling's face door. He bent down and narrowly dodged it, holding it on the guardrail of the ship with one hand and gasping for breath.

At this moment, several ghost-like shadows jumped up from the calm river of the Wei River, holding a white blade and cutting towards Zhao Ling.

Zhao Ling's eyes flashed a little flustered, and he hurriedly dodged. Under the siege of several people, Zhao Ling gradually became unsupported, and his arms and back were all hung up.

At this time, I saw a person cutting at Zhao Ling. Zhao Ling avoided sideways, but unexpectedly, one person behind him kicked him. At this time, he couldn't avoid it. Zhao Ling was kicked by this kick and fell straight into the water.

"Ah!"

"Ah, killing people!" A panicked scream sounded on the flower boat.

At this time, there were already many people around the bow of the ship. The peony could not escape, and a fierce color flashed in his eyes. He cut his neck with a dagger and fell to the ground.

"The king of Qin is in the river. Hurry up and save people!"

Several people jumped into the river and began to salvage Zhao Ling. Soon after, they saw the unconscious Zhao Ling being dragged back to the ship.

On the flower boat, there was a sudden panic.

The expressions on the faces of Murong Xun, Chen Yuzhi and Shangguan Zixuan sitting in the teahouse were inconsistent.

Murong Xun's expression on his face was faint, but there were a few movements in his black eyes, and he couldn't help frowning briskly.

Chen Yuzhi smiled gently and took a sip of tea. "What's the name of the king of Qin? Under the peony flower, it's romantic to be a ghost!"

Shangguan Zixuan hugged the two people opposite him and said, "I'm afraid the king of Qin is seriously injured. I have to go and have a look!" With that, he hurried downstairs and went to the flower boat.

After Shangguan Zixuan left, Chen Yu looked at Murong Xun's face while tasting tea and said with a smile, "Sister is worried about the King of Qin!" His tone was not asking, but affirming.

Murong Xun did not deny it and whispered, "You can't hide anything from your eyes!"

Chen Yuzhi was silent for a moment and said, "Don't worry, sister. The king of Qin's martial arts are strong. These killers can't kill him. In my opinion, the king of Qin may have intended to do it!"

Murong Xun nodded, looked sideways at Chen Yuzhi's smiling side face, and said faintly, "This is Chang'an, not Subei. Be careful about everything. Think twice before you say it!"

Chen Yuzhi smiled and said, "I wrote it down!" After a pause, he said, "Where should I find you in the future?"

"The Prime Minister's Mansion!" Murong Xun said after a moment of silence.

While talking, Shangguan Zisang has also come back. After sitting down and drinking a sip of tea, he said, "That boy runs very fast. I tracked all the way and didn't even see a ghost!"

Chen Yuzhi sneered, "I don't think your light skill has arrived yet!"

Shangguan Zisang whitened Chen Yu's eyes and asked, "Where's my brother?"

"The king of Qin was assassinated, and your brother went to help!" Murong Xun said lightly.

Shangguan Zisang's face condensed, and a trace of paleness appeared. He suddenly got up, took Murong Xun's arm and said, "Okay, girl, I'll send you back first!"