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Zhao Jing had gone mad and ran forward. It was the East that didn't know! But before she could run two steps, she stopped and did not continue.

Behind him was a certain someone who had jumped up into the air and landed gently on the ground, "Why aren't you running anymore?"

"You followed me the whole way, but I didn't notice anything. Is it even useful to run now?" She turned around. "I'm not running anymore!"

In the weak light, a certain someone was unharmed and was staring at her with a sharp gaze. The line of sight that penetrated through the flames carried a certain ruthlessness and ruthlessness as though it was poisoned. It was especially frightening in this cold and pitch-black area.

"Your Majesty said … This humble subject died very seriously? " he said.

This person was always speaking at a leisurely pace, yet his words didn't seem to have the slightest hesitation! His voice was originally very pleasant to hear. It was a bit magnetic, but deep. When he said your name, that sort of soft smacking sound was enough to make one's heart palpitate. The overflowing voice was faint, and seemed to have a bit of the heaviness of a tungsten wood zither.

Zhao Jing frowned. "Not now!"

"Then what is it now?" He took a step forward.

She backed away almost subconsciously, "Now it's …" Yes... "It's because I'm terrifyingly stupid!"

Within the firelight, the ice-cold man seemed to be amused by her answer. The corner of his mouth slightly curved up as he looked at her with a smile that was not a smile. The sharpness in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest. Instead, it became more intense.

He was smiling, yet he gave others a feeling of … He felt a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart.

"The Emperor prides himself on being intelligent, having calculated everything, leading this humble subject to jump off the cliff. What should we do next? Since you do not want to kill this humble subject, why do you have to go through with this? " He approached step by step.

She moved back an inch. "It's too boring to play chess alone, isn't it?"

Dongfang Wenming stopped when he heard this.

Zhao Jing didn't even blink. What was this fellow trying to do? She stared straight at Jun Yan in the fiery light and gripped the torch in her hand tightly.

Dongfang Wenming slowly bent down. Her dark pupils in her phoenix eyes rippled with her figure. He saw it so clearly, then... Seriously, "Play chess..." Are you addicted to it? "

There was a hint of a chuckle in his voice. "Or are you addicted to chess players?"

Zhao Jing blinked his bright eyes. "Maybe it's because I'm more interested in this piece of skin!"

He suddenly laughed, "And that's because I'm interested in chess players! Compared to the son of Duke Ming Palace, which one of them does Your Majesty like more? "

"Young people naturally have an advantage. What does father Zhong think?" She smiled that innocent, bright smile.

The light in his eyes instantly turned cold.

Zhao Jing continued, "However, I prefer people like Father Zhong who are mature and experienced!"

He narrowed his eyes, "These words are very hurtful, even more so than the design of this humble subject!"

"Get used to it if you're injured!" Zhao Jing took a deep breath. "People age. The Crown Prince and I are around the same age. I consider him a close friend!" However, in this lifetime, he had a lot of close friends, and now that he had gone, he would come again tomorrow. However, there is only one father in command! "

These words were really pleasing to the ears. This little girl's mind was quite good, she could flatter him no matter what! A sharp tongue that surpassed thousands upon thousands of men had quietly sowed grass seeds in this desolate city. He didn't know how long he would have to wait before it would all become lush and lush …

Dongfang Wenming slowly straightened up. He half-lowered his eyes and stared at her without saying anything.

Everything quieted down, leaving only the flickering flame and crackling sparks.

Zhao Jing was waiting. Waiting for him to 'kill her or cut her' or 'release her'. Her life had always been in his hands. It used to be, it's always been, and always will be... It could only be his!

Suddenly, he took hold of her hand that was holding the torch. His expression was as gloomy as the twilight. His meaning was unclear!

Zhao Jing's heart immediately tightened. He stared at the unreadable hand in the east with a pale face. For a time, he didn't know what to do.

"I am only submissive to his efforts!" Dongfang Wenming mocked.

She let go, her palms already wet. He then turned around and walked to the front without turning his head back.

The slope in the cave was quite steep and she walked unsteadily. He didn't have any intention of helping her, so he followed behind her and watched her stagger away in a sorry state. Ordinary women would not have the courage to throw their lives down the cliff just for this!

Dongfang Wenming looked at that stubborn back. Even though she met with some trouble, she didn't turn around and give in, nor did she have any intention of asking him to help. He looked at the dying torch in his hand and felt that at most, he was just her torch!

Other than lighting, there was no other use?

Finally, the flames were extinguished and everything around them turned pitch black.

Zhao Jing stood on the spot without moving. His blood-stained hands were still leaning against the wall, and his fingers were ice-cold to the bone! Suddenly, her nose turned sour, and the pain in her body was accompanied by the coldness and grievance in her heart. She could clearly live a very free and happy life, having a master and a mother … And Brother Yue, and, and …

Tears fell silently from the darkness.

She didn't like to cry, especially after her mother died. She was so stubborn that no one could see her weakness, but she was still a woman! The weight of her frail shoulders, the weight of her burden, made it hard for her to breathe. She followed his steps, but her eyes could not adapt to the sudden darkness. She could not see anything!

"Don't go!" His faint voice came from behind him.

Zhao Jing ignored him and continued to grope his way forward.

"Didn't you hear me?" He looked annoyed.

She was as stubborn as ever.

In the next moment, a rough palm accurately grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. The pain made her cry out suddenly, and it also frightened him. It was almost the first time he had touched her hand.

"Let go!" Her voice trembled and her body immediately softened.

He immediately scooped her up and sat her down on a nearby rock.

His arm was broken?!

"It's not the usual way to talk. Why don't you say something when you're injured?" he asked coldly. It was also his fault that he hadn't noticed anything. Her right arm had been hanging by her side since the beginning, and she hadn't lifted it at all.

If he fell from such a high cliff, it would be strange if he wasn't injured!

Zhao Jing lay in his embrace, not making a sound. He was trembling uncontrollably and sweating profusely. Cold sweat soaked her clothes. It was as if she had been soaked in water before!

It wasn't a dislocated bone. It was a broken bone.

Dongfang Ming carefully made her sit on the ground. After searching in the darkness for a while, he found a few old roots. He tore off a corner of his robe and used his many years of battle experience to reattach her bones.

"There's nothing that can be fixed, so I can only make do with it for now. Otherwise, once the bones heal again, they will have to be broken again when they leave this place! " His voice was heavy, and no emotion could be detected in it.

From start to finish, Zhao Jing didn't make a single sound other than his body trembling uncontrollably. A twelve or thirteen year old child grit his teeth and endured the pain of having his bones broken! She was not a man, and did not have the courage to pull up a thousand troops. She did not know martial arts, and could not heal her wounds on her own. However, she managed to endure it, as if the pain was a piece of cake and she had to endure it.

When she was on the verge of fainting, she bit her lips to keep herself awake! Her mouth was filled with the taste of blood. In the darkness, she stared at the man who had connected her bones. In this blurry image, she could almost see the light in his eyes. She no longer felt afraid!

"Don't try to be brave in the future!" Do you really think you're some broken pot? " "Come on," he said, and crouched down in front of her.

Zhao Jing was stunned. "What?"

"Are you going or not?" He looked impatient.

Zhao Jing gasped for breath as he slowly leaned against his back.

Although this person's heart was extremely cold, as he walked, his back actually warmed up. She wrapped a hand around his neck and leaned her weight on his body, but she didn't feel awkward! Zhao Jing thought to himself, 'Is this a good thing or a bad thing?'

"Will you die if you say it?" He took a breath and walked with his back to her in the dark.

She was very close to him, but she was unable to clearly see the expression on his face. His ice-cold face was pressed against his face, and the mere touch of his skin caused his body to tremble.

"I'm cold!" "No," she said.

Dongfang Wenming released a hand and placed it on her forehead. "A bit of a fever!" He continued to walk with his back towards her, "I heard the sound of water in front of us, it should be a dark river! Keep it up, don't sleep! "

Zhao Jingwei laid on his shoulder and said, "Dong Fang has yet to see me die. Are you afraid that I will die? Or are you worried that I'm dead? "

"Is there any difference?" he asked.

"Yes!" Zhao Jing's voice was weak. "I'm afraid it's because I'm using my value, but I'm worried because I have intentions." "Dong Fang, you still don't understand, are you interested?"

Her breath was a little hot, spraying on his neck, causing him to involuntarily tense up. He walked forward in silence, ignoring her mutterings, as if she was talking to herself and had nothing to do with him.

"Dong Fang Ming, do you like anyone?" she asked, closing her eyes.

He did not answer.

He struggled to open his eyes. Zhao Jing's long eyelashes gently brushed against his skin. Even though her palm was callused, the skin on her neck was the softest. The spot where her eyelashes passed by was exactly where her aorta was throbbing.

It was like a feather falling into water. Although it was calm, it was enough to make anyone's heart palpitate!

"Why didn't you answer?" She asked in a low voice with an unconcealable exhaustion in her voice, "It's a good thing to like someone, but it's not a shameful thing. Why didn't Father Zhong say so? You already have everything, why are you still alone? "

Dongfang Wenming slowly stopped. "Does the emperor really want to know?"

Zhao Jing replied, "En!"

"Then this humble subject will tell the emperor a principle that has never been allowed to be violated since the ancient times!" He slowly walked forward, trying his best to keep his pace steady so as not to knock her down, "Every human has their own weakness. When they were young, they had their parents and brothers as their weakness. From now on, their most beloved and good friend as their threat!"

"Once upon a time, this humble official had two deputy generals under his command. It was a man's nature to be loyal to the nation. A man should protect his family and protect his country. However, swords and sabers did not grow eyes, and the battlefield was long and merciless! The lone figure was fighting with all his might, not caring about anything else but victory in front of his eyes! As for the wife and child, their hearts are filled with longing, so they split their attention. In the end, they were left with a horse skin wrapped around their corpse, and blood stained the yellow sand! "

After saying this, Dongfang Wenming said, "Did Your Majesty understand the reasoning behind it?"

Zhao Jing didn't reply. She wasn't a fool, so how could she not understand? A person licking his own blood was not allowed to have a true love. Even if it was a soft spot, it would still become a deadly knife!

The pain in his arm had already numbed him to the point of numbness. Zhao Jing only felt his body alternating between cold and hot as he fell into a deep sleep. In her sleep, she heard someone calling her name.

The swollen lips called out indistinctly, "Brother Yue …"

The space between Dongfang Wenming's eyebrows suddenly tightened.