Plum blossoms hit three times and hit four times

Chapter 37

A group of people gathered together in the city. Zhao Zhifeng was sitting on a chair in the spacious and bright hall. His complexion was not very good, and the wound seemed to be inflamed. Fortunately, a doctor came from the city and re-bandaged him.At this moment, he lowered his head and looked at the dagger in his hand. After a few footsteps beside him, he raised his head. It was Zhou Xiang and Lin Qiyu.

The prince sat down facing him, with his legs slightly bent, his posture still slack, without the fear and anxiety that a subjugated king should have.Lin Qiyu stood behind him and nodded towards Zhao Zhifeng.

Afterwards, several old ministers who were still alive came and wanted to salute when they saw Zhou Xiang, but Zhou Xiang pushed him away impatiently, saying: "This country is gone, why do you worship me?"

The veterans were stunned for a moment, but Lin Qiyu stood behind Zhou Xiang to smooth things over and said, "His Royal Highness is too thoughtful, so it is inevitable that he has a bad temper."

Zhou Xiang didn't gnaw, he played with the jade tassels on the hem of his clothes.

After a while, two people slowly walked in from outside the hall, Zhou Xiang turned his head to look sideways, and saw Zhao Buxiu walking hand in hand with the swordsman.

Zhou Xiang sat back firmly, sneered, and then swallowed the mouthful.

After Zhao Buxi came in and sat in the main seat, an old minister immediately said: "You are bold, this should be the position of the crown prince."

"Prince?"

Zhao Buxiu showed a sarcastic smile and glanced at Zhou Xiang.

Zhou Xiang waved his hands, shrugged his shoulders and said: "The country is gone, so there is no prince."

Zhao Buxi sat down, he took Xie Chenjian's hand, pointed to the side and whispered, "You sit here."

Everyone looked at them, and Zhao Zhifeng focused on the place where Zhao Buxiu and Xie Chenjian were holding each other.Zhou Xiang snorted coldly and looked away.

A few old ministers muttered, "It's an insult to gentleness."

Zhao Buxi no longer thinks about what other people think of him. He used to worry too much, which is why he ended up like this.

Now these people want him to take care of them, so he said: "If you don't like me, you can leave."

The hall was silent, and no one dared to make a sound for a while.

Afterwards, several people talked about how to resist the dead. Zhao Zhifeng talked about the living dead, his face was pale, and he said: "They seem to have a mind. Wherever there is a weakness, they will attack this place."

Zhao Buxiu was taken aback for a moment, he subconsciously looked at Xie Chenjian, and took his hand to reassure him.

They discussed about the time for a stick of incense, and when Zhao Buxiu went back, Zhou Xiang took a step forward and stopped him.

In the secluded corridor, one side was covered with snowflakes, Zhou Xiang looked at Zhao Buxiu's back, and said in a low voice: "Zhao Pan, did you hate me when you jumped off the city wall?"

Zhao Buxi felt that his words were really funny, so he turned his head to look, "What do you think? You ruined everything."

Zhou Xiang also laughed, and he showed a rascal smile, "I was born like this."

Zhao Buxi didn't bother to look at him again, walked a few steps quickly, and disappeared from Zhou Xiang's sight.

The young prince stood alone in the dark corridor, turned his head and looked at the snow in the sky, he thought of every day and night before, he waited alone for Zhao Pan to come to the school to study with him.That was his happiest time, and it will never come back.

Zhao Zhifeng's injury healed quickly after receiving the doctor's treatment. In the past few days, after adjusting his condition, he put on his armor and went out of the city again to inspect the situation outside the city.

Zhao Zhifeng's responsibility to the common people is probably something that Zhao Buxiu will never be able to understand. He only has his own little family in his heart, and it is impossible for him to pretend to be the whole world.The prince is similar to him in this respect, so Zhou Xiang didn't feel too sad when his own country was gone, he just changed to a different place to drink.

And the registration ceremony will be in a few days, Zhou Xiang didn't care about it, and even said, let Zhao Zhifeng be the emperor.In his opinion, Zhao Zhifeng is more suitable than himself.

Zhou Xiang lived in a courtyard to the north, and Lin Qiyu took care of him.General Lin only needs to give him wine every day, but now that the number of people is short, Lin Qiyu can't take Zhou Xiang into consideration.

The prince, who had drunk himself until he didn't know how long it was, stumbled out, muttering about the wine, but bumped into someone unexpectedly.

It's not right to say people, he opened his eyelids, and saw Zhao Pan's face in the haze.

He yelled, Zhao Buxiu frowned, slapped his hand away, and just pushed it lightly, Zhou Xiang fell back and fell to the ground.

Zhao Buxi looked down at him, Zhou Xiang seemed to come back to his senses, and covered his face with his hands, with a sad expression he had never seen before. He raised his head, looked at Zhao Buxi, and said, "Zhao Pan, I'm sorry."

It was the first time that Zhao Buxi had Zhou Xiang's expression like this. He shook his head and said, "If an apology is useful, will the murderer not have to pay for his life?"

Zhou Xiang's expression was gloomy, and he said, "That's true."

Zhao Pan was already dead when he jumped off the city wall, and he deserved his life.