Dressed as the palm of the nemesis prince

Chapter 398 Rescue Lin Chuchu

"Push!"

A dagger with a cold light pierced down through the air, piercing into the back of Kurten's heart with a sharp sound of wind, and Kurten pressed down on Lin Chuchu before he even had time to groan.

Lin Chuchu was stunned, and used all her strength to overturn Kurten's body on the bed.

"Hoo hoo..." Lin Chuchu stared at——

Beside the bed, the old musician's hands and feet were weak, and the bloody dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Although the old musician has practiced martial arts since he was a child, even when he was fleeing, he never gave him a chance to display martial arts, let alone kill people.

"You...how did you kill...kill him?" Lin Chuchu was shocked and afraid of fear, but she was also very puzzled in her heart. Aren't you in the same group?
Seeing Kurten collapsed on the bed and dying, the old musician felt flustered and scared at this moment. He tried his best to support the edge of the bed, stood up, pulled Lin Chuchu up in a hurry, and ran all the way to the back door.

"From here, we escape and will reach the border soon."

Taking advantage of the night, the old musician led Lin Chuchu around the stables and brought out two horses.

In the entire Prince's Mansion, no one thought that Lin Chuchu would run away with the old musician tonight.

Everyone only knew that the prince would accomplish a good deed tonight, and they were talking about the prince's bridal chamber while drinking to celebrate.

The guard of the entire Prince's Mansion was lax, which allowed the two to succeed.

"Be sure to run through the woods ahead." The old musician urged the horse in front, turning his head and yelling at Lin Chuchu from time to time.

Lin Chuchu said yes loudly.

The cold wind whistling in the ear, blowing on the face, hurt like a knife cutting flesh, but at this moment, the two of them didn't care about it, they just fled forward desperately outside the village. If they walked one more mile, they would be safe and close to the border. Some.

Because they were fleeing, after dawn, the two chose to hide in the jungle to rest, avoiding the common people who got up early to do business.

Nibbled on the steamed buns that were frozen dry, Lin Chuchu handed the water bag to the old man, the more pitiful he was for running around like this at his age.

The old musician took a sip of the water bag and handed it back to Lin Chuchu.

"Mr., thank you for this matter." Lin Chuchu is not a person who does not know how to be grateful, although she does not know why the old musician would attack Kurten.

"Why are you being polite? People say that a bosom friend is hard to find. You are an old man anyway. How can my bosom friend see you being ruined for nothing." The old musician didn't take it seriously.

He had lingering fears about the tragic scene of the gunpowder explosion at the palace banquet before, but now that he saw Kurten acting so absurdly and unrulyly, he also broke the heart of revenge. From the perspective of Gu Zhimin's current way of governing the country, he can be considered sympathetic to the people.

As Lin Chuchu said, the emperor takes turns to do it. If you come to my house today, since you can sincerely do good for the people, then forget it.

Once people's obsessions are let go, they will feel suddenly enlightened.

After safely escorting Lin Chuchu back to the border, he planned to find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to spend his days. Although he was a few years younger than Gu Zhimin, there was still a gap compared to Gu Zhimin's young and powerful sons, not to mention that he had no heirs. It is impossible to continue the change of the court, so let's forget it.

To forgive others is to forgive yourself.

"Then what do you plan to do in the future?" Lin Chuchu continued to ask: "Why don't you come to my third prince's mansion, I have several long-term businesses under my command, you pick one, on the one hand, it will be used for business, and on the other hand, it can also relieve boredom.

　There is no limit to the suffering of an old musician, and he will be right when he turns his head.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)