He looked directly at Yin Qianzhao, "To be honest, I am Pei Donglang, the third prince of Daye Kingdom. The person who is chasing me is my royal brother."
Yin Qianzhao took a step back and slowly lowered his sword. Wang Liang's word "lang" formed the same character. And the news of the third prince's defeat came just a while ago, so he was not unaware. Things couldn't be such a coincidence.
Su Zhiyu helped Pei Donglang stand firm, turned around and said to Yin Qianzhao: "Master Qian failed in his early years, which proves that he also thought about getting an official position. Such a person can easily be recruited and become a mole among you.
. Let’s not talk about whether we have intentions or not. We have been with you these past few days, how could we have the opportunity to inform you."
The knife in Pei Donglang's hand stabbed into the ground to steady himself, because many of the old injuries on his body had recurred just now, and the pain was even more unbearable now.
"Brother Yin, this incident happened because of me, and it has affected the lives of your brothers in the village. If you are willing, you can follow me back to Beijing. The sea is vast and the fish can jump. Brother Yin can-"
Yin Qianzhao sneered and spat fiercely: "I don't care. Get out! Don't let me see you again in the future!"
Pei Donglang picked up the knife on the ground, carefully wiped off the ashes and blood on it, and said to Yin Qianzhao: "If one day you figure it out and come to me, the door of the Third Prince's Mansion will always be open for you."
Yin Qianzhao turned his back and did not look at Pei Donglang and Su Zhiyu. Su Zhiyu thought for a while, suddenly took off the bracelet from his hand and stuffed it into Yin Qianzhao's hand: "Brother Yin, if you don't want to find him, you can just find me." He said calmly.
He said mysteriously, "Pei Donglang and I are not husband and wife. You know." He blinked. Yin Qianzhao shook her hand twice but failed to shake it off, so he had to accept it.
Yin Qianzhao stood for a long time, Su Zhiyu's voice before leaving was still lingering in his ears. He waved his hand to drive away the disturbing voice, and strode towards his brothers...
Pei Donglang walked very fast, and Su Zhiyu had to jog all the way to keep up. The two walked for about half a day, and Su Zhiyu was too tired to walk any longer, so he held on to a tree and panted heavily.
"Wait, wait a minute. I, I can't do it anymore," Su Zhiyu said, holding on to his knees. Pei Donglang turned back and glanced at her. His face was indeed flushed, and his hair was hanging down from the rain and stuck to his face. He was quite embarrassed.
He stopped and stood against a tree, holding a knife in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "Take a rest for a cup of tea, and then continue on your way."
Su Zhiyu wailed and sat on a big rock regardless of the humidity. She stretched out her arms and rubbed them vigorously. Her limbs were sore. This was simply inhuman torture.
Pei Donglang leaned against the tree and closed his eyes to recuperate his energy. Just thinking about the injuries on Pei Donglang's body, it was not much easier than hers. Su Zhiyu tilted her head and looked at him, curiously asking: "Are you really some kind of third prince?"
Pei Donglang opened his eyes and asked her: "Aren't you a person with a great career?"
Since the two of them met, they have never asked each other about each other except their names. However, the nature of the hardships they have shared is different. In the future, they will have one more friend, and they should at least get to know each other.
"Yes, I come from a place far, far away. Just look at my clothes and my actions." Su Zhiyu knew that Pei Donglang was a smart man. Judging from his behavior, he was not someone who easily trusted others.
people.
He looked directly at Yin Qianzhao, "To be honest, I am Pei Donglang, the third prince of Daye Kingdom. The person who is chasing me is my royal brother."
Yin Qianzhao took a step back and slowly lowered his sword. Wang Liang's word "lang" formed the same character. And the news of the third prince's defeat came just a while ago, so he was not unaware. Things couldn't be such a coincidence.
Su Zhiyu helped Pei Donglang stand firm, turned around and said to Yin Qianzhao: "Master Qian failed in his early years, which proves that he also thought about getting an official position. Such a person can easily be recruited and become a mole among you.
. Let’s not talk about whether we have intentions or not. We have been with you these past few days, how could we have the opportunity to inform you."
The knife in Pei Donglang's hand stabbed into the ground to steady himself, because many of the old injuries on his body had recurred just now, and the pain was even more unbearable now.
"Brother Yin, this incident happened because of me, and it has affected the lives of your brothers in the village. If you are willing, you can follow me back to Beijing. The sea is vast and the fish can jump. Brother Yin can-"
Yin Qianzhao sneered and spat fiercely: "I don't care. Get out! Don't let me see you again in the future!"
Pei Donglang picked up the knife on the ground, carefully wiped off the ashes and blood on it, and said to Yin Qianzhao: "If one day you figure it out and come to me, the door of the Third Prince's Mansion will always be open for you."
Yin Qianzhao turned his back and did not look at Pei Donglang and Su Zhiyu. Su Zhiyu thought for a while, suddenly took off the bracelet from his hand and stuffed it into Yin Qianzhao's hand: "Brother Yin, if you don't want to find him, you can just find me." He said calmly.
He said mysteriously, "Pei Donglang and I are not husband and wife. You know." He blinked. Yin Qianzhao shook her hand twice but failed to shake it off, so he had to accept it.
Yin Qianzhao stood for a long time, Su Zhiyu's voice before leaving was still lingering in his ears. He waved his hand to drive away the disturbing voice, and strode towards his brothers...
Pei Donglang walked very fast, and Su Zhiyu had to jog all the way to keep up. The two walked for about half a day, and Su Zhiyu was too tired to walk any longer, so he held on to a tree and panted heavily.
"Wait, wait a minute. I, I can't do it anymore," Su Zhiyu said, holding on to his knees. Pei Donglang turned back and glanced at her. His face was indeed flushed, and his hair was hanging down from the rain and stuck to his face. He was quite embarrassed.
He stopped and stood against a tree, holding a knife in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "Take a rest for a cup of tea, and then continue on your way."
Su Zhiyu wailed and sat on a big rock regardless of the humidity. She stretched out her arms and rubbed them vigorously. Her limbs were sore. This was simply inhuman torture.
Pei Donglang leaned against the tree and closed his eyes to recuperate his energy. Just thinking about the injuries on Pei Donglang's body, it was not much easier than hers. Su Zhiyu tilted her head and looked at him, curiously asking: "Are you really some kind of third prince?"
Pei Donglang opened his eyes and asked her: "Aren't you a person with a great career?"
Since the two of them met, they have never asked each other about each other except their names. However, the nature of the hardships they have shared is different. In the future, they will have one more friend, and they should at least get to know each other.
"Yes, I come from a place far, far away. Just look at my clothes and my actions." Su Zhiyu knew that Pei Donglang was a smart man. Judging from his behavior, he was not someone who easily trusted others.