Chapter two hundred and ninetieth escape from the capital
Yichen gritted his teeth and continued to grab at Lin.
Lin Chong clicked his tongue: "Such a little baby, you don't even want to die." He himself was only twenty years old, but everyone called him a little baby, which made him speechless.
Of course Mu Mu would not let him succeed. He turned over and came forward. This time, Yichen was not as handy as before. The scene in front of him was gradually blurring, but he still refused to give up and stubbornly moved in the direction of Lin Chong.
move.
There were countless shadow cavalry guards around Lin Chong. They just pretended to retreat just to paralyze Yichen and the others. These people were not jealous, and they shot cold arrows at Yichen.
Lin Chong couldn't bear it. Although he knew that being kind to the enemy was cruel to himself, he still shouted at the top of his lungs: "Zhu Changqing, do you care about the life or death of this unlucky child of yours?"
As soon as Zhu Changqing turned around, he saw several arrows stuck in Yichen's body. He also tried to approach Lin Chong unsteadily. Zhu Changqing frowned: "Yichen, come back here."
Yichen actually couldn't hear what others said at this time, but he vaguely seemed to hear Prince Huai's voice and couldn't help but look back.
Prince Huai saw something was wrong with him and winked at the people around him. Several people risked their lives and tried to pull Yichen back, but no one came close to Lin Chong.
Lin Chong walked a few steps closer. He looked at Yichen and stated in a calm tone: "You are still a child. Children who have done something wrong should have a chance to be forgiven. But remember, there is only one chance. The next time
I won’t show any mercy when we meet again.”
After saying that, he glanced at Mu Mu, who understood and sent Yi Chen out. The others rushed forward to help Yi Chen and drag him back.
Yichen opened his eyes wide. He heard Lin Chong's words from such a close distance just now, but his brain could no longer process such complex information, so he stared for a while with his eyes wide open and then simply passed out.
King Huai saw with satisfaction that he clearly had the advantage. Lin Chong's numerical advantage was difficult to bring into play when he was surrounded. When he was feeling proud, he keenly noticed that Lin Chong still had a calm expression on his face.
King Huai took a bow and arrow from his subordinates and aimed it at the emperor.
The arrow broke through the air, screaming towards Lin Chong, but was deflected by a sword a foot away from him and changed direction. Yuan Qingfang retracted the sword and looked at Zhu Changqing coldly.
Lin Chong glanced in the direction of the city gate and slowly smiled: "Here we come."
Following his arrival, which was almost inaudible, the sound of killing outside the city gate shook the sky.
Lin Chong turned to Zhu Changqing, smiled slightly and said, "Didn't you notice that Ping Xihou is not here?"
King Huai squinted his eyes. Of course he knew that Ping Xihou was not here. Shouldn't he have left long ago? How could he still be in the capital?
The city gate was soon opened, and Wu Sangui came leisurely on horseback, confronting Zhu Changqing from a distance.
The scene suddenly changed, and those surrounded were Zhu Changqing's men.
Lin Chong glanced at Wu Sangui from a distance, exhaled a breath where no one else could see him, and put his heart that had jumped into his throat back into his stomach. Everyone thought he had a chance to win, but in fact, for him, this was just a chance.
It was a big bet, but fortunately, he won the bet.
With the reinforcements, the three battalions fought more happily. All kinds of rare equipment were sent to the opposite side for free, which only made Lin Chong feel distressed. It was all money.
Even a flanking attack from both sides failed to severely injure King Huai. He wisely got out of the way. Lin Chong also knew very well that he had to leave immediately.
Presumably the other two forces did not expect that they would bury Wu Sangui's move. After all, he should have left the capital after picking up Chen Yuanyuan from Fayuan Temple.
No one expected that he would sneak back secretly. After all, he didn't look like a loyal minister who would do that.
They didn't expect just now that they would bring people over immediately, so Lin Chong had to seize this little time and leave quickly.
He was not the only one who understood this very well. Soon after Lin Chong left, a large number of forces were chasing him. However, they did not devote all their energy to chasing the emperor. Everyone left most of their strength in the capital.
In short, Lin Chong is now in a happy mood. When he moves the capital to Nanjing, he has natural dangers to defend. He doesn't have to worry about the Manchu Eight Banners Army or the separatist forces of the feudal kings. Isn't it wonderful?
An inn in Beijing.
A man in white clothes lay dying on the bed, looking at the woman sitting aside reading a book with dull eyes: "Xingyan, didn't the master tell me when to leave the capital? I think my life is not long."
Liu Xingyan put down the book in his hand, came over to check his body temperature, and said seriously: "What are you talking about? You are recovering well. I will not allow you to curse yourself like this."
Duanmuling was very desperate. He had just experienced the death of Xiaoqi with Liu Xingyan a few days ago. Liu Xingyan cried sadly when he buried him.
Duanmuling also shed tears: "Brother, maybe I will go down to accompany you soon. Then we two brothers will take care of each other."
Liu Xingyan was amused by him and pursed his lips very shyly: "Duanmu, thank you for trying to comfort me at this time. I feel much better now. Besides, you are much bigger than him, so how can you call me brother!"
Duanmu Ling: You must understand that I am not comforting you. Although I am older, I am younger. It is not appropriate to call me brother...
Not two days later, Liu Xingyan brought him a handkerchief with red eyes: "To thank you, I embroidered it myself."
Duanmuling expressionlessly stretched out two fingers and pinched it for a closer look: "If I remember correctly, you just bought this handkerchief yesterday." Then he slowly pulled out a needle from the handkerchief.
: "Also, what is this?"
Liu Xingyan didn't have the self-consciousness to say that he had embroidered something he had embroidered and gave it away, only to be exposed on the spot: "Although I bought the handkerchief, I embroidered your name on it, using emerald green silk thread."
Oh, I think you usually like this, but I didn’t buy the bamboo one, so you can make do with plum blossoms for two days, it’s almost the same.”
After she finished speaking, she snatched the needle back and said, "I said where did it go? I spent half the night looking for it yesterday. Thank you."
Duanmu Lingxin said it was a miracle that he hadn't stabbed you to death after searching for half a night... Finally, he took a look at the pretty "Ling" embroidered on the handkerchief and said thank you.
Duanmuling frowned when he was about to put the veil away. He took it out and put it under his nose and smelled it. He almost breathed out: "What does this smell like?"
Liu Xingyan was a little embarrassed: "I couldn't find the green silk thread for a while, so I soaked the white thread in the juice of Aristolochia..."
Seeing Duanmuling's painful expression, she quickly added: "Although the taste is a bit unpleasant, I have already dealt with it and basically eliminated the poison. If you use this to cover people in the future, you will get twice the result with half the effort."
Duanmuling glanced at the handkerchief that exuded a strange smell and then at Liu Xingyan, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.