In the backyard of the courtyard, in the woodshed.
Zhao Feiyu's face was full of tears and he bit his lips tightly.
In the darkness, Zhao Ding, the deceased member of the Zhao family, had an expressionless face.
"The young man obeyed his orders. Don't blame the eldest lady. I will leave the city at dawn tomorrow and escort you back to the Southland. I am willing to be punished by the eldest lady."
Zhao Feiyu gritted his teeth and said, "Daddy will never let you go."
Zhao Ding covered Zhao Feiyu with a quilt: "Don't scream. If you scream again, I will need to feed you medicine again."
Zhao Feiyu closed his eyes, held back tears, and murmured: "Daddy will never let you go, Daddy will never let you go."
Zhao Ding sighed silently.
This is the helpless fate of sons and daughters from aristocratic families.
Cultivating music, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood, and becoming a beautiful person in the future, the only role is to marry and deepen the ties with other families, even the Zhao family.
There are countless women like Zhao Feiyu, but fathers like Zhao Tai are rare.
Zhao Ding didn't know how the owners would convince Zhao Feiyu to go to the West to marry the Feng family of Prince Yan's house after bringing Zhao Feiyu back to the southern land. All he had to do was to bring Zhao Feiyu back to the southern land.
At this moment, Zhao Feiyu suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with an inexplicable color.
"If only...if only I hadn't pushed him away."
"What the eldest lady said is..."
"You guys are so lucky."
Zhao Feiyu's eyes dropped: "It's not too late yet."
"yes."
"If I hadn't pushed him away, he would have protected me. He would have done what he promised. If at that time... I hadn't pushed him away, you would have never succeeded."
Zhao Ding didn't know why: "What is the eldest lady talking about..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Ding's expression suddenly changed and he heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
He turned around and kicked open the wooden door of the woodshed. The companion guarding the door had turned into a corpse, lying in a pool of blood, and his throat was sealed with a knife.
Zhao Ding was in a hurry. After running out, he suddenly heard the sound of breaking through the air and subconsciously tilted his head.
Cold light passed by, and Wang Hai, who was barefoot, stepped forward and slashed with the long knife in his right hand.
Zhao Ding is a soldier freely trained by the Zhao family. He is extremely skilled. With a flick of his hand, a flying knife shot out of his sleeve.
Wang Hai was caught off guard and could only twist his waist to dodge, but this dodge fell into a passive state. Zhao Ding didn't know when a soft sword appeared in his hand. It was erratic like a snake coming out of its hole. The angle was extremely tricky, like a sword. Like a whip.
Wang Hai raised his sword to block, but the soft sword rolled up and bent, cutting his arm.
Blood spurted out, Wang Hai retreated again and again, blood flowing across his right arm between moves and moves.
Seeing that he was forced into a corner, Wang Hai endured the severe pain and slashed out his long sword. The soft sword rolled out a sword flower, and the cold light dazzled people's eyes.
The long knife fell to the ground. Wang Hai's chest was covered with blood and he knelt on the ground due to exhaustion.
Zhao Ding stepped forward and kicked Wang Hai away, hitting him against the wall.
Zhao Ding asked coldly: "You are using military tactics. Who are you?"
Wang Hai lay on his side on the ground, with a look of reluctance on his face and a weak voice: "Let... let the young lady go."
"Why would you, a fierce warrior in the army, be driven by Zhao Tai? Tell me!"
"Let it go...let it go, Miss."
"Are you here alone, or are there others?"
Zhao Ding was extremely nervous and did not dare to be careless: "How did you find this place?"
Wang Hai's breathing became weaker and weaker, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.
Zhao Ding looked at Wang Hai in the pool of blood for a long time, then he took back his soft sword, ran quickly back to the woodshed, and at the same time took out a porcelain medicine bottle from his arms.
Zhao Feiyu, who was tied up, heard the sound of fighting and saw the corpse again. Although his beauty was pale, he jumped out like a zombie.
As soon as he jumped out of the woodshed, he suddenly saw Wang Hai in a pool of blood, and Zhao Feiyu felt like he had fallen into an ice cave.
With his mouth open, Zhao Feiyu couldn't say a word, and his eyes were wide open.
Zhao Ding asked in a low voice: "Does the eldest lady know who this is? Who he is."
Zhao Feiyu burst into tears as if he had been cast on a body-holding spell.
"He...he...he did it, he..."
With a "Wow" sound, Zhao Feiyu cried out in pain, and Zhao Ding quickly poured out the pills. Unexpectedly, just as he was about to stuff it into Zhao Feiyu's mouth, he suddenly saw a trace of ecstasy on Miss Dan's face.
When Zhao Ding wanted to turn back, it was already too late. The short knife pierced the back of his heart and also pierced his heart.
Wang Hai was once the scout of Zhe Chong Mansion, also known as the scout.
The troops who can serve as scouts have countless lives on their hands, not to mention that when Wang Hai was an auxiliary soldier, he and his brother Wang Shan participated in countless battles to exterminate mountain bandits.
Zhao Ding fell down, covering his chest and twitching.
Wang Hai stretched out his bloody palm, grabbed the short knife, and cut the hemp rope on Zhao Feiyu's body.
Zhao Feiyu remained motionless, just looking at Wang Hai with tears flowing uncontrollably.
"Miss, you still remember... the scene in the theater four days ago, called Smoke rising from Cybertron, the Prime Minister capturing Megatron seven times, and the two scenes were staged one after another..."
"Remember." Zhao Feiyu couldn't help but nodded and shed tears: "The second chapter is about Wu Hou using a series of tricks cleverly, and the Pharaoh lost Egypt carelessly."
Wang Hai shook the blood on his palm: "Megatron faked his death and escaped. He told the Prime Minister that when you come out to hang out, you must remember..."
Zhao Feiyu said: "Last hit!"
"Yeah, last hit."
Wang Hai squatted down, passed Zhao Ding's throat with the short knife, and then reached out to cover the other person's eyes: "When you go on errands again in your next life, remember to hit him last."
With a "Wow" sound, Zhao Feiyu burst into tears and threw himself on Wang Hai.
Zhao Feiyu buried his head on Wang Hai's blood-covered shoulder and murmured: "Hold me tight."
Wang Hai remained silent.
Zhao Feiyu: "Hold me tight, hold me tight, as I beg you, Wang Hai, hold me tight."
Wang Hai shook his head: "The eldest lady forgives me, the younger one...can't do it."
"Why."
"Young ones need to hold the knife."
"I want you to hold me and hold me tight!"
"But if I put down the knife..." Wang Hai shook his head: "How can we protect the eldest lady?"
Zhao Feiyu was stunned, and then hugged him tighter.
As if he was afraid that Wang Hai would run away, Zhao Feiyu actually jumped up, like an octopus, wrapping his legs around Wang Hai's waist, arms around Wang Hai's back, and burying his head firmly in Brother Hai's head. on the shoulders.
Wang Hai reminded softly: "Master Zhao is outside the hospital."
"I don't care, if you don't hug me, I will hug you!"
Wang Hai sighed silently, and just like that, with a person hanging on his body, he knocked over the firewood pile and pierced the kerosene barrel.
The short knife passed by, and the only candle in the woodshed fell to the ground.
The flames turned into flames, and the flames turned into raging fires.
Wang Hai, covered in blood, walked out of the courtyard step by step, with a person still hanging on his body.
The Beijing guards who were ambushing outside saw Wang Hai and rushed to greet him.
"Danniuer!"
Zhao Tai cried with joy. He recognized his precious daughter just by looking at her back. He just ran out two steps and saw that his daughter was hanging on Wang Hai's body.
Wang Hai, who lost too much blood, couldn't hold on after all, and fell straight down on his back. Even so, the unconscious Wang Hai still held the dagger tightly.
Zhao Feiyu exclaimed, and Zhao Tai and others also ran over.
Xiao Qi wanted to help Wang Hai up, but subconsciously wanted to take the dagger away.
Zhao Feiyu kicked Xiao Qi away and said sternly: "Don't touch his knife!"
Xiaoqi looked confused: "Why?"
"Because he wants to protect this lady with a knife!"
After finishing speaking, Zhao Feiyu looked at the stunned Zhao Tai.
"Dad!" Zhao Feiyu pointed at Wang Hai and said, "My daughter wants to marry him!"
Zhao Tairu was struck by lightning and was completely stunned.
Zhao Laosi swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "But he...he is a servant!"
Zhao Tai nodded repeatedly and glanced at Wang Hai's right arm, which was covered in blood: "The injury is so serious, I'm afraid I can't save my arm. If I lose an arm, wouldn't it become a disability? How can I let a good girl marry a disabled person?"
"No, he's not!" Zhao Feiyu said with tenderness on his face: "In my daughter's eyes, you all have an extra arm."
Zhao Tai: "..."
The gong sounded, and the hour finally passed, and the ten days finally passed.
