The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became tense. Zhenjin looked over here faintly, his dark brown eyes becoming more and more attractive in the unlit open space. He did not take another step forward, and his tone was calm and with a hint of
Indifference. "What's going on?"
Hasen stared at Lu Shaohao closely, with an unhappy look on his face. When Zhenjin asked, he glared at Lu Shaohao again, then turned around and respectfully replied: "Prince, it's just two victims making a loud noise."
"Really?" Zhenjin looked at Lu Shaohao and the two of them thoughtfully, "Why?"
The strength in Lu Shaohao's hands increased again. Although the vigilance in his eyes was well hidden, his thoughts could still be seen by those who were interested. He pulled Arnold to his knees and replied with a pretended face of fear: "
The young wife is a little confused. The identity card issued by the official just now fell off. She is too nervous and is a little sick."
Zhenjin looked at Arnold, "Raise your head."
Lu Shaohao became even more nervous, and the hand holding Arnold's pulse trembled because of these words.
Arnold raised his head obediently. The crisscross scars on his face looked very hideous under the dim light.
Zhenjin was stunned and staggered back as if he was unsteady. He pointed at Arnold, "Her face..."
Lu Shaohao said hurriedly: "She was swept into the river when the flood came. When I found her, she was surrounded by several wild dogs. Her face was also injured at that time. Moreover, she is crazy now because of the excessive fright."
After landing, Lu Shaohao sighed. "Prince, we poor people have a hard life. If it weren't for the imperial court's kindness, we would have died of hunger long ago."
Zhenjin waved his hand quickly, "Hasen, go find a doctor and give this woman a look. Don't go crazy again."
Lu Shaohao hurriedly put on a flattering smile and said, "Thank you, Crown Prince, thank you, Crown Prince." He pulled Arnold hard and gave him a few headbutts. Then he saw Zhen Jin motioning for them to leave and immediately staggered with him.
Unsteady Arnold squeezed into the crowd.
Looking at the two people leaving, a coldness flashed in Zhenjin's dark brown eyes. Behind him, Hassen strode to his side and stood next to him, "Master, do you need to take action?"
Zhenjin glanced at Hasen and said, "Go back first and send someone to keep an eye on him from a distance. Don't let the other party notice. That man's martial arts is not weak."
Hasen nodded, with a complicated look in his eyes, and finally said, "Then do you want to inform the Yunnan Palace?"
Zhenjin glanced into the distance, turned around and left the refugee camp without speaking. Hassen's question has been lingering in his mind, whether he should tell Hu Gechi the news, although rationally he should tell him, but privately
But in his heart, he didn't want Hu Gechi to know her whereabouts.
Although it was just a few simple shouts and Yi only glanced at it, he was convinced, convinced that the woman whose face was scratched just now was her. He was heartbroken, he regretted, and he even wanted to burn those people with the anger in his heart.
There was no ashes left. However, he could only endure it and pretend that he did not recognize her. Only in this way could he let her continue to live.
Hassen originally wanted to catch up with Zhenjin, but he saw a wrinkled rag on the ground. He walked over quickly and picked up the cloth. The dirty and wrinkled cloth was stained with blood, even after many days.
The red color was still dazzling. Hasen quickly stuffed the rag into his sleeve and chased towards the real gold in three or two steps.