Is Shizi ill today?

Chapter 1265
The night was cool.

There are corpses stretching for hundreds of miles.

Under the dim torches, the faces of the father and son were reflected.

One was full of anger, and the other was stern. The two were in a stalemate, refusing to give in to each other.

"You bastard!"

King Huainan held the handle of the knife, panting, his eyes were bloodshot: "How dare you rebel!"

"Father is the one who rebelled!"

Zhao Zheng put the sword back into the scabbard with a cold expression.

Huainan Wang raised his saber and slashed at it.

Zhao Zheng tilted his body, dodged the blade, turned sideways, grabbed Huainan King's hand holding the knife, threw him to the ground, and snatched the knife from his hand.

With a muffled groan, King Huainan fell to the ground.

Zhao Zheng handed the knife to the guard at the side and ordered: "Tie it up."

The soldiers in armor immediately stepped forward, dragged him up, and tied him up.

"You bastard, I should have killed you back then, but you dared to plot against me..."

"Put it down and take care of it."

The king of Huainan cursed loudly.

"You bastard, you unfilial son..."

Steward Bi stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, the emperor just sent news that the traitor has been executed."

Zhao Zheng was not surprised, so he hummed.

"I think it's getting late now, and everyone has gone through a hard battle, so we should camp in the same place, let everyone have a good rest, and it's not too late to go back tomorrow morning."

Looking at the dark sky in the distance, Zhao Zheng pursed his thin lips tightly.

"So be it."

After a pause, he looked at the cooled corpse on the ground, then his gaze stopped suddenly, and he bent down to pick up the sign that had fallen on the ground, which was his family's waist card.

"Burn them."

"My son is kind."

Butler Bi immediately ordered someone to come and clean it up.

Zhao Zheng turned around.

At this time, there was a sound of horseshoes.

His footsteps stopped, his black eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw a figure looming in the night.

Butler Bi also heard the movement, and was a little surprised: "Could there be any fish that slipped through the net?"

He looked over and took a closer look, "It seems that there is only one person."

Perhaps there were too many corpses on the ground, and the man couldn't walk, so he got off his horse.

Zhao Zheng pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and suddenly strode towards the figure.

"Sir!"

He stared at the figure, his steps getting faster and faster, and finally he started to run.

When Xi Zhu saw the corpses all over the ground, the tip of her nose smelled of thick blood. She could imagine what kind of fierce battle she had just experienced. She recognized that the clothes on these soldiers came from the Huainan Palace.

Her heart beat faster, and as long as she thought of the man lying here at this time, her hands and feet would be cold, and she felt a burst of despair.

"Zhao Zheng."

She endured it for a long time, and her eyes gradually turned red.

Every time she took a step forward, she had to look carefully, for fear of missing him.

Maybe she still has time, and he still has a breath.

Xizhu raised her hand to wipe her eyes, but there were so many people here that she couldn't find them at all.

"Zhao Zheng, are you here?"

She stopped and yelled loudly.

"Call back if you're still alive, and I'll come pick you up."

Her voice was getting lower and lower.

No one responded to her in this dark night, she just felt immersed in cold water and couldn't breathe.

But she knew she couldn't give up, she had to keep looking.

He is most afraid of getting dirty, if he lies here, he will definitely not be able to bear it.

Xizhu's expression gradually became firm, and he lifted his foot and continued to move forward.

Then a hand grabbed her shoulder.

Her body froze, she quickly took out the dagger at her waist, and stabbed it.

(End of this chapter)