Qing Fu Jin

Chapter 151 Salvation
Seeing the point of the knife rushing toward him, Ling Bo's pupils dilated instantly, and the only thing left in his mind was to protect his stomach tightly.

Xu Zhao has fallen, and Bo Zhe has not come yet, who can save her!
At this moment, Ling Bo felt that his heart had fallen to the bottom of the valley, and his whole body was icy cold.

On the blade that was shining coldly, one could see her own frightened face.

"what!"

At this moment, there was a sudden loud shout above the head, like a muffled thunder on the ground, a figure descended from the sky, with a choking sound, barely holding the deadly knife.

The tip of the knife was only an inch away from Ling Bo's nose, but it was difficult to move any further.

As if the skeleton had been pulled out suddenly, Ling Bo slid down as soon as his legs softened.

"Lingbo!"

A strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her into his arms.

"Bozhe..."

Seeing the face in front of her clearly and smelling the familiar scent on his body, she finally put her heart back into her stomach, and she just wanted to lean in his arms without thinking about anything.

She is so tired.

Seeing that the knife hadn't succeeded, Jian Bowen had already taken half a step back.

Xu Zhao jumped up from the ground and rushed up to protect Ling Bo's other side. Just now, when he pointed his forehead, he was so shocked that his blood surged, and a trace of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.

Wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb, Xu Zhao moved his right shoulder. Fortunately, he still has the strength to fight again.

"It's too late."

His eyes were fixed on the pointed forehead, but he was talking to Bo Zhe.

Bozhe didn't look at him either, but also stared at the sharp forehead in front of him, and the thin man behind the sharp forehead.

"There are too many good hands. Thanks to you protecting her, thank you."

Xu Zhao chuckled, bared his teeth and said, "She is my hostage, if she dies, I can't please her."

"After all, I owe you a favor."

Xu Zhao didn't refuse this time, because the two people on the opposite side had already had enough momentum, and he and Bo Zhe had to deal with it wholeheartedly.

Although Yinzhen was covering his face, Bozhe had already confirmed his identity, but he didn't point it out.

They had fought in the Huichun Hall before, but they were dispersed by the fire, and Yinzhen did not expect that Bozhe would follow up so soon.

Now that the arrow is on the line, if Xu Zhao wants to destroy the evidence, he must die, and to kill Xu Zhao, it is obvious that Bo Zhe must overcome the difficulty.

Yinzhen and Jian Naomen exchanged glances, and suddenly they set off together and rushed forward.

In an instant, the dense sound of clashing swords resounded in this small alley.

Bo Zhe wanted to protect Ling Bo, but Xu Zhao's vitality was already seriously injured, neither of them could use their full strength, they could barely resist each other.

Accidentally, Bozhe was cut on the arm, dripping with blood.

Ling Bo wasn't dizzy yet, but when he smelled the smell of blood, the dizziness that had been suppressed with great difficulty returned to him again.

Bo Zhe could feel the body in his arms getting softer and heavier.

"Yinzhen!"

He yelled loudly.

The thin man on the opposite side was shocked, and his eyes were as vicious as a poisonous snake.

He suddenly chuckled, and said coldly: "The eyes are sharp enough."

As he said that, he slashed at him with a knife, and Bozhe supported him with one hand. Their faces were only half a fist away from each other. If the hairs on their faces were long enough, they could touch each other.

"I know that you are going to kill people, but why risk your life?"

"The tone is not small, you should worry about yourself."

"The emperor already knows, even if you kill Xu Zhao, it's useless."

"Without evidence, the emperor can't do anything."

"You have a lot to do with each other. It's impossible for Xu Zhao to be the only witness."

"You don't need to worry about that. You'd better get out of the way, so as not to hurt yourself."

"Xu Zhao is the person appointed by the emperor to meet, I must protect him."

"He must die."

"Fuck?"

"Knock!"

Yinzhen kicked, Bozhe twisted his waist, brushed his waist and flew over.

He took a step back, held Ling Bo steady, and shielded him with his sword, with a smug look in his eyes, he said with a smile: "Jiu Ye, I advise you to look back."

Yinzhen narrowed his eyes, and when he looked back, his pupils suddenly shrank.

A few figures rushed towards the entrance of the alley, and through the peripheral vision of the flames, he saw that the leader was Ma Wu, the youngest of the Fucha family.

It can't be done today.

Yinzhen's heart sank as well, knowing that Xu Zhao's fate was saved, he got out as soon as possible.

He rubbed his body up, and suddenly swayed his sword, forcing Bo Zhe to retreat. He leaped up to the wall next to him, and disappeared into the night with his head wiped.

Ma Wudai was about to run after him, but Bo Zhe called to stop him.

"Why don't you chase after?" Ma Wu was a bit puzzled

"That's Brother Nine."

"Brother Jiu, is he coming in person? Then we have to chase after him!"

Bo Zhe whispered: "Leave a fig leaf for the royal family, the case in Sichuan is enough to deal with them, don't make extra trouble."

Ma Wu thought for a while, and acquiesced.

Brother Jiu escaped successfully, but the remaining sharp forehead was entangled by Xu Zhao. After Ma Wu and others came up, they surrounded him. Unfortunately, this man was a dead man. Wiped his neck.

Everyone's faces turned cold.

Xu Zhao shook his head and sighed, "Many deeds are unrighteous, but he is a martyr."

Ma Wu held the blood-dripping sword, looked at him sideways and said, "Unexpectedly, you are a righteous man."

He was referring to Xu Zhao's act of desperately protecting Ling Bo. Although there were indeed reasons for doing so, Xu Zhao's act of protecting Ling Bo regardless of his own safety was worthy of his sympathy.

Xu Zhao hissed, raised his arm, and said with a wry smile: "I dare not be a righteous man, we are treated like a sinner, but brother, can you pinch my arm first?"

Ma Wu was puzzled and squeezed his hand, well, it was dislocated.

This buddy is still fighting after being dislocated, really convinced.

The men in the Fucha family were all trained by the old man Mi Sihan, and they can be slightly injured from bruises. He supported his arm with one hand and pinched his shoulder with the other, slowly kneading and adjusting, and lifting it up, he gave I took it back.

Xu Zhao gave him a thumbs up.

"Don't flatter me, you are a fugitive at the moment, the emperor wants to see you by name, so I have nothing to say, so I have to offend you."

As Ma Wu said that, he took the rope from the person next to him.

Xu Zhao smiled wryly and let him tie him up.

Ma Wu wiped his arms and tied him behind his back, patted his shoulder and said: "Don't worry, although you are a prisoner, we will definitely guarantee your safety."

Xu Zhao nodded.

The fire in Huichuntang had been extinguished, a few people were injured in the admiral's yamen, others were slightly injured, many people brought by Yinzhen died, and someone cleaned up the scene.

"How about Ling Bo?"

After Ma Wu dealt with Xu Zhao, he immediately came to see Ling Bo.

Bo Zhe had already picked up Ling Bo, since he was going to bring Xu Zhao into the palace overnight, he simply took Ling Bo with him and asked the imperial physician to give him a diagnosis and treatment. After tossing all night, he still didn't know if there was anything wrong.

Although Ling Bo's face was pale, he knew that his danger had been eliminated, and he felt better.

She wrapped her arms around Bo Zhe's neck and turned her head away when she heard Ma Wu's question.

"Third brother..."

Ma Wu hummed and touched her forehead. There was nothing abnormal about the temperature, but the voice was weak and she was a bit haggard.

"It's all right, I just took the medicine during the day, what did the doctor say?"

Ling Bo smiled weakly and said, "Don't worry, I'm just a little tired, there's nothing wrong with it. During the day, I actually lied to Xu Zhao, otherwise I wouldn't have the chance to contact the outside world."

Bo Zhe and Ma Wu looked at each other, both lamenting her boldness and thanking her for being smart.

"Okay, let's go to the palace."

Bo Zhe hugged Ling Bo's body vigorously, weighed his body, adjusted his posture, and strode out of the alley.

Naturally, Ma Wu had to send someone to Fucha Mansion and Prince Jane's Mansion to notify him.

This night was too thrilling, once he was safe, Ling Bo felt relaxed, his body was flooded with fatigue, and his mind was muddled.

She didn't know how she got into the palace all the way. When the imperial doctor showed her, she was still dazed. She only knew that Bo Zhe was always with her, and his warm embrace never left.

There seemed to be some people who came to see her in the middle, probably because they were afraid of startling her, and they all spoke softly.

She also heard it ignorantly, as if she heard the imperial doctor say that she was frightened, nothing else happened, the fetus was stable, and there was nothing wrong with it. Of course, it was necessary to prescribe an anti-fetal medicine and ask for rest.

She didn't care about it at all, she just nestled in her husband's arms, not seeming to move at all.

This night, she lived in a daze, ignorantly, the entire palace and even the entire Beijing city was earth-shattering. I don't know how many people suffered from insomnia, and how many people were worried about their own fate.

Dawn was approaching, as if waking up from a long and heavy dream, when Ling Bo opened his eyes, he felt that the whole world was quiet.

A kind of dusty white appeared on the window screen.

There is a trace of green smoke curling up from the incense burner, which makes people feel at ease.

Slowly moving his eyes, looking around the furnishings in the room, Ling Bo knew that he was still in the palace, with the warm Kang under his body, and she was still being hugged by Bo Zhe.

Carefully raising her head, she looked at the man who had hugged her all night.

Bozhe was half lying on the kang, his upper body was leaning against the wall beside the kang, two long pillows were placed under his waist, his face seemed to have just been wiped randomly twice, and the temples, chin, and ears were still not wiped clean. The smudges, the black ones, are the leftover traces of the smoke.

The thick black eyebrows are like two sharp knives, flying obliquely into the temples.The straight bridge of the nose made his face particularly resolute.His lips were tightly pursed, as if he was still wary of something in his dream.

When she is in danger, what she looks forward to most is this face and this embrace.

As long as he is by his side, all the storms will pass.

She thought with relief, her heart was peaceful, and she couldn't help raising her hand to stroke his eyebrows.

"kindness……"

Even in the dream, Bo Zhe didn't let down his vigilance, he woke up whenever there was any movement.

"Are you awake? Are you okay?"

He gently rubbed her long hair that fell down one shoulder, and his voice was a little hoarse and low when he just woke up.

Ling Bo sniffed, buried his face in his neck, and curled up desperately.

Bo Zhe hugged her arm tightly, whispered: "Don't be afraid, everything is over."

(End of this chapter)