I'm not a scumbag

Playing hide and seek, Ling Fantian naturally cannot lose to these soldiers. After all, this is the palace where he has lived since he was a child.

After successfully meeting Qin Zuo and He Shan, the three of them looked serious.

"All entrances to the palace are heavily guarded."

Qin Zuo was particularly able to cope with the pursuit of the soldiers and inquired about the situation of each mouth.

Ling Fantian clicked his tongue. Although he knew Qin Zuo was very strong, he didn't expect him to be so strong.

Really terrifying.

"follow me."

Regardless of Qin Zuo's strength, Ling Fantian was always worried about his imperial sister. Without saying much, he led the two of them to the secret passage.

Qin Zuo felt a lot in his heart when he looked at this hidden secret passage.

Damn it, when I was escaping from the Chu State Palace, I even jokingly asked my cheap lady if there was any secret passage to the outside.

I didn't expect to see it in Yanguo.

I have to lament that women are more considerate than men. They are also emperors, but the Queen of Yan State is much more precious about her life.

He Shan was a little uneasy.

Of the two men in front, one is the emperor's husband and the other is the younger brother of the current emperor. It's okay if they know such a secret passage.

But what about her?

Doesn’t it mean that the more you know, the sooner you will die?

Forget it, she is someone who has been in and out of the dead. If this is pursued in the future... she should ask the imperial husband for a favor. She came from a military camp, and this little face will be given to her... Bar?

Ling Fantian didn't know what his teammates were thinking about. He was so anxious that he wished he could put on a pair of wings and fly directly to the emperor's side.

After an unknown amount of time, a little light appeared in the secret passage. The three of them were overjoyed, knowing that the exit was right in front of them. Just as they were about to speed up and rush out, Qin Zuo's ears moved slightly and he pulled them back.

Ling Fantian looked at Qin Zuo in confusion, as did He Shan.

Qin Zuo put his index finger on his lips and made a shushing gesture.

The two understood, holding their breath and concentrating, their speed dropped instead of increasing.

But after a while, the faint sound of conversation came to the ears of the three people.

"Isn't it just a little baby? All the ones that haven't grown out look the same, just pick one to deal with?"

baby?

"This involves the secrets of the Ling family."

When it came to Ling's Xinmi, the three of them were stunned at the same time. Qin Zuo subconsciously looked at Ling Fantian, who was confused by the monk Zhang Er.

He Shan even lowered her head, wanting to cover her ears, but her inner curiosity forced her to give up this move.

No worries about debts, this is fully reflected in her.

The two women who were talking talked to each other for a long time before leaving.

Qin Zuo and He Shan looked directly at the heel of Ling Fantian's right foot, as if they could see something else through the boots.

Ling Fantian looked unnatural, but finally explained, "It's not entirely right."

Through the conversation between the two women, Qin Zuo and He Shan learned that every member of the Ling clan has a crescent moon birthmark on their right heel since birth.

It is said that he is a chosen person, God will take care of every member of the Ling clan.

This is also a symbol of imperial power.

Qin Zuo thought these nonsense were ridiculous, but seeing that Ling Fantian's expression didn't seem to be fake, he couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

Is this all true?

Just as Ling Fantian was about to explain, the two ladies left and returned, their steps hurried and their tone extremely urgent.

"I'm not breathing, what should I do?!"

"If the lord finds out, we will die. Apart from us, my family will be..."

While the tone was solemn, the three people in the secret passage felt heavy.

"Shut up! Haven't you already found another substitute?!"

"But, don't you mean that the Ling clan is all on its heels..."

"Idiot! There's still time now, just pretend, and get rid of this dead baby quickly!"

Dead baby?

Endless anger surged in Ling Fantian's heart, coming from deep within his heart and seemingly from his blood.

Qin Zuo saw something was wrong with Ling Fantian, so he secretly put his hand on his shoulder and comforted him in his own way.

The footsteps were getting farther and farther away, but the three of them did not move.

After a long time, Ling Fancai said silently, "This so-called Xin Mi is just a scam by the founding emperor."

Every child born in the Ling family will be given such a brand under the auspices of the clan when they turn one year old.

No one is born with this birthmark.

Those people may know this from Wang Cong.

The three of them searched for a long time before they found the abandoned dead baby.

Qin Zuo keenly felt that the baby still had a weak heartbeat.

Sometimes not, like death but not death.

I'm just afraid that death is not far away either.

Ling Fantian looked at the dead baby in Qin Zuo's arms, his eyes filled with blood.

This was the child that his mother wanted to keep at the last moment.

"There is still help, don't panic."

Qin Zuo was afraid that Ling Fantian would do something irreversible due to his emotions, so he quickly spoke up.

While comforting Ling Fantian, he frantically called out to Ah Kuai in his mind.

"Ah Kuai, if you have any useful elixirs or pills, please bring them up as soon as possible. I owe you the points first."

[Host, points...]

"Don't talk to me about that, I know you can give it."

【…】

A small celadon bottle appeared out of thin air in Qin Zuo's hand.

Without much hesitation, he pulled out the bottle cap, gently pinched the baby's mouth, and poured the liquid inside.

But after a while, Qin Zuo could feel the baby's vitality gradually increasing. Knowing that the liquid was working, he took off his coat and wrapped the baby in it.

"Hold her well."

He handed the baby to He Shan. He Shan was stunned for a moment, then took the baby obediently.

She carried the baby under her robe, and Ling Fantian hesitated to speak.

"The real battlefield is still waiting for us ahead."

......

"Your Majesty, retreat and get out of here!"

Deng Zhuang's tone was mixed with pleading.

He regretted that he should not have been fooled by lard and agreed to the guy's cooperation.

Ling Tingyu didn't even take a step back. The moon-colored black robe on her body was stained red with blood, and her arms were trembling slightly.

How many rebels were killed?

She lost count. She only felt that her right arm was extremely sore, and the soldiers who fought with her around her suffered countless casualties.

Without Deng Zhuang's timely defection, she might have been captured alive by these rebels.

"escape?"

Where else could she escape?

This time is no better than last time. She has made a comeback. Has she failed?

She had misjudged Zhong Qingmei's ambition.

Is this thing that ancestors have guarded and fought for for generations about to be ruined in her hands?

Ling Tingyu thought of Ling Fantian.

She wanted to hold up the sky for him. If she fell, who else could protect him?

Unconsciously, Qin Zuo appeared in his mind, and then he laughed at himself, swung the long sword in his hand again, and once again killed several rebels who tried to get closer.

But under the overwhelming numbers, Ling Tingyu's defeat was only a matter of time.

Deng Zhuang was filled with regret, his eyes were red, he hated his own greed, and even more hated his own ignorance.

Dances with Wolves, he claimed to have superior intelligence, but he was still played by that person. Perhaps, being able to die with her would be a good ending...

"Bold thief!"

A roar attracted the attention of everyone present. Ling Tingyu thought it was reinforcements and looked over there hopefully, but there were only three figures.

My heart instantly hit rock bottom.

Qin Zuo no longer held back his hand, and his figure was like a ghost. Before his opponent could see his afterimage clearly, he lost his life and fell suddenly.

A tall figure stood in front of Ling Tingyu with an astonishing momentum.

He cut his way out of the surrounding circle.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me, sir, but help is late."