Chapter 366 I want his life

"Marquis, when we arrive, we still have something to do, so we will leave first."

This is in front of a small courtyard in the northwest of the royal palace. Peng Yan folded and left. Yang Yanzhao strode in. Before taking a few steps, he saw Jiao Zan and Meng Liang on the upper body, wrapped in a cloth towel on his shoulder to cover the wound. He could even see faint blood stains on the white cloth towel.

"The prince."

Seeing Yang Yanzhao coming in, he immediately understood that it had happened. He wanted to welcome him, but before he took two steps, he stopped again. Both of them were full of chagrin and regret.

"The prince..."

Jiao Zan called again in pain. Meng Liang kicked on the jujube tree beside him, and suddenly several cyan leaves swayed down.

With a calm face, Yang Yanzhao didn't say anything and walked straight forward. He just stayed in front of the door, but suddenly stopped. The eighth sister holding his hand could even feel that the wide and powerful hands had become cold muscles and bones.

In a faint time, even seeing the tears from the corners of his eyes, the eighth sister couldn't help but feel pain, and big tears rolled down, ticking on her skirt.

Finally, Yang Yanzhao took a deep breath and opened the wooden door. In the room, several sad-faced white-bearded old men were sighing.

Seeing Yang Yanzhao's brother and sister come in, they both raised their heads. They were a little surprised in the eyes of the imperial doctor. Obviously, they had never seen them.

"Six adults, it's hard work. You can all go back."

As soon as he entered the room, Yang Yanzhao saw the exhaust air lying on the bed. Immediately, his heart suddenly ached, pressed his tears, and said gently.

Hearing this, the imperial doctors looked at each other. Although they did not know the identity of Yang Yanzhao, they were not ordinary people who could enter the old palace of the emperor at will. They immediately bowed and walked out, and most of the heavy burden in their hearts was also unloaded.

Now, they can only pray that the officials will not be angry about it.

In the room, Yang Yanzhao closed the door with his backhand, staggered forward, walked to the bedside, looked at the exhaust with his eyes closed, stretched out his hands tremblingly, and stroked her pale and bloodless face.

aside, Bamei had already sobbed. She lay in front of the bed, took the wind's hand, and talked about the past of the two, and talked about the future of their appointment.

These words made Yang Yanzhao's heart cut like a knife, and the suppressed tears came out of his eyes. He made a low voice and called the name of the exhaust wind.

For a long time, Yang Yanzhao wiped away his tears, straightened his clothes, handed the Qingluan at the head of the bed to the eighth sister, and gently held her in his arms.

At this time, Yang Yanzhao really found that the little girl who usually followed left and right and poured tea and water was so light and thin.

Immediately, there was another regret in my heart.

Maybe he was afraid of putting the exhaust and lowering his arm down. Yang Yanzhao said softly, "Wugar, I'll take you home."

After saying that, he took a step and walked out. Jiao Zan and Meng Liang, who had been waiting, saw Yang Yanzhao coming out and hurriedly put on the broken robe. They didn't care about the pain of the wound. They tied two knots and hurriedly followed.

White hair fluttered in the wind. In her arms, the girl closed her eyes and slept. Around her, she sobbed low, and tears were like beads.

How sad and desolate these scenes are, but no one dares to ask about the royal palace that coincides with the grand event.

Just because this gray hair is the most favored person of the official family, even if it is the old man of the royal family, who dares to guarantee that in the eyes of the official family, the status will be higher than him?

What's more, the two fierce entourage may have been married by the two before the officials knew it. After thinking about it, they all retreated, as if they had not seen Yang Yanzhao and others.

Outside the royal palace, a carriage listened quietly. When he saw Yang Yanzhao coming out, the little boy in front of the carriage came forward tremblingly, saying that it was arranged by Peng Yan and used it for him.

"Thank you."

Yang Yanzhao, who was expressionless, spit out these two words and boarded the carriage, "Go to Sizhou Street, Yuhe Lane."

Meng Liang threw the huge axe at the back of the car, took the whip in the hand of the little man, pulled the reins and mobilized the horse's head. At this time, he found that he did not know how to go. Immediately, he was about to ask Yang Yanzhao with a bitter face, but Jiao Zan pulled his hand reaching out to the curtain.

The latter shook his head, and then called the servant who had not yet left. Under his lead, the carriage headed for the west of the city.

On the carriage, Yang Yanzhao still held the exhaust wind in his arms and let the carriage shake gently, but he did not move at all. He looked down at the purple exhaust with his lips. With her eyes closed, she was as quiet as usual, which made Yang Yanzhao feel like the past.

The car stopped in front of Yuhe Lane. He Yu and Zhang Qian, who were full of anxiety, hurried out of the alley and greeted Meng Liang with an exclamation.

"Brother Meng, can my brother be in the car?"

The new emperor ascended the throne, and it is known all over the city, but Yang Yanzhao has not yet been seen. He Yu and Zhang Qian are sitting in peace. They specially returned to the small courtyard to find out. Seeing that there was no one at home, they were about to go to the imperial city and write news.

Meng Liang nodded, which showed that he looked solemn. He Yu was shocked and hurriedly climbed up the car. Before he lifted the curtain, he saw Yang Yanzhao lean out.

"Brother, how are you..."

But in the middle of the words, he stopped abruptly, because He Yu saw Yang Yanzhao's eyes closed and his pale face, and immediately staggered and almost fell into the car.

Fortunately, Zhang Qian behind him helped him, but even so, his leg was still hit hard, and he suddenly saw the red blood seee oozing out.

But He Yu didn't know it at all. He stretched out his round hand and stretched forward tremblingly, trying to grab the corner of the wind, "Brother, exhaust, this is, this is..."

Zhang Qian behind him also saw clearly at this time, and his face turned pale in an instant. He knew Pai Feng even more before He Yu. At that time, in the small house in Fuzhou, the shy little girl drummed up her courage to knock on the door of his house in order to make delicious dishes.

Since then, Zhang Qian has loved this young girl very much and even regarded her as her biological sister, but he really didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

"Today, Qiu Bai, this is a non-talking place. Let's go back first and let Paifeng go home first."

Yang Yanzhao said in a low voice, holding the exhaust wind, and jumping down, like fallen leaves, falling to the ground leisurely.

In the eyes of Jiao Zan and Meng Liang, the two couldn't help but be surprised. Although it was a gentle leap, the wind power of the ordinary waves was extremely good.

But this surprise could only be hidden in his heart. He threw the carriage into the inn on one side, and the two chased Yang Yanzhao to the small courtyard.

Zhang Qian kept the key to the small courtyard, so he also opened the lock and went in. He hasn't been back here for most of the time, and nothing has changed much.

Just like the painting painted by Yang Yanzhao in Liao, the flowers and plants in the courtyard are scattered with a faint fragrance, and the ancient trees are more and more lush, and under the branches and leaves, there is a piece of green.

It seems that everything is really the same.

It's just a pity that the girl in her arms will never wake up again, and the dancing cyan whip can no longer be seen in the yard.

His chest was very depressed. Yang Yanzhao put the exhaust wind back into her room and carefully covered the quilt. He looked at Ba Mei's grief and tears, gritted his teeth and walked out.

Outside the house, Jiaozan and Meng Liang immediately greeted them.

"Two brothers, who is the killer?"

Without talking in detail, Jiao Zan said directly, "It's Zhao Yuanxi, the king of Guangping County."

Since it's him!

Yang Yanzhao never thought that it would be Zhao Yuanxin, who had met several times and was full of loyalty and honest appearance.

"Son, this man has a very high level of martial arts. He is the one who injured the exhaust wind with two moves, and his men have a group of dead soldiers who are as strong as us. Last night, I was rescued. After arriving at the royal palace, the eldest brother and the fourth brother went out to look for Zhao Yuanxi's trace. At this moment, I don't know where he is.

Meng Liang said hummingly, talking about Zhao Yuanyi, and also talking about Xiao Muchun and Cui Ping's absence.

After listening, Yang Yanzhao's eyes were full of murder, and a sneer came from the corners of his mouth, "No matter who he is, I, Yang Jing, will definitely let him pay off this blood debt!"

The voice is cold and full of murder, which makes people scared.

After saying this sentence, Yang Yanzhao called out He Yu and asked him to stop all the guys in his hand and search the traces of Zhao Yuanxi in the whole city. After all, the prince of the Song Dynasty and the people in the capital still knew him, and since last night, the gate has been closed. Zhao Yuanxi must have not left the city yet.

It was not until sunset that there was a movement outside the courtyard. Yang Yanzhao in the room carefully put down his cold hand and walked out alone.

In the room, Bamei and Aunt Zhang and Biyue, who heard the news, still sobbed low, full of sad tears.

"The prince."

It is Xiao Muchun and Cui Ping. They are in a mess at this moment, their eyes are also red and swollen, and their eyebrows are very tired.

When they saw Yang Yanzhao, they immediately walked forward with a look of guilt on their faces, "Sir, my subordinates are incompetent..."

"Don't say these words, Brother Xiao, Brother Cui, but do you have the whereabouts of Zhao Yuan Xi?"

He nodded, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes. Xiao Muchun whispered, "My subordinate and my fourth brother explored all night and finally found him in an alley in the north of the city. In order not to scare the snake, he hurried back to report to the prince."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw He Yu rushing in, holding a rare long sword in his hand, "Brother, I found Zhao Yuanxi, who killed the wind!"

Perhaps because the running involved the wound on the leg, the slightly bloated body staggered and fell to the ground, but quickly got up, pulled out the long sword in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Wait for me to kill that beast!"

Looking back, Yang Yanzhao looked at the room with crying, clenched his fists, and said in a low voice, "I'll take his life today!"

The meaning of ice and coldness is exactly the cold cellar. Xiao Muchun and others only feel that their bodies are very cold.