Although Yang Zhao spoke like this, at the same time, he felt that he was about to reach the limit. If he continued, it would be difficult to suppress it. Although he could be sure, if he had wanted Fairy Fan, she would never resist. But he always didn't want to do things so simply and hasty. At that moment, the little prince forced the desire that Chuchu had ignited, let go of Fan Qinghui, turned over and sat up, and took a deep breath. Inadvertently, the movement was a little bit louder, and the wound on the right chest immediately began to ache again. Without deliberately enduring it, his eyebrows naturally frowned. Fan Qinghui saw it clearly, hurriedly put on his coat and stood up, and said softly: "Azhao, is the wound still hurting?"

Yang Zhao twisted his eyebrows and said, "It's not a problem." He grabbed his clothes and looked at it. But he saw that pink tender flesh had grown from the wound, which was no longer a hole. But this was just the appearance, but the inside had not been truly healed. Trying to run the true qi between the meridians, he still felt it was difficult to move. After all, the injury was too severe that day. Although it had been raising it for a full twelve days, it had just recovered to the point where he could barely use his right hand to lift the chopsticks to eat. If he wanted to fight with the enemy now, then his right arm would be useless no matter what.

Yang Zhao shook his head, put on his clothes and got out of bed, and said, "Sister Qinghui. We have been delaying here for a long time. In Luoyang City, my righteous brother and uncle are not sure how worried they should be. Why don't you say goodbye to Taoist Master Thunder Quanzi today, let's go back?"

Fan Qinghui was stunned when she heard this, and naturally, three points of shock, three points of reluctance, three points of panic, and a little confused and at a loss. Nah said: "Are you going to leave at last?"

Yang Zhao smiled and said, "This is not our home. If you don't leave, can you live for a lifetime? Sister Qinghui, don't worry. My righteous brother Li Jing is a very good person, and Uncle Wei is reasonable. They will welcome you very much. In two or three months, when the matter in Luoyang is handled, we will go back to Daxing together to pay homage to the mother, the emperor's grandfather, and the emperor's grandmother. Alas~ It's a pity that the father and the prince... Otherwise, he would be very happy to see that he has such a beautiful daughter-in-law... " He was very happy at first, but when he mentioned Yang Guang, the little prince couldn't help but feel depressed, and his tone seemed quite sad and melancholy.

Fan Qinghui listened quietly to his description, and his expression became very strange between his eyebrows. He suddenly said, "What about... what about the bright moon?"

Yang Zhao cheered up and said with a smile: "Mother Mother has seen Mingyue a long time ago. Moreover, she seems to like her very much. You are good sisters, and I will definitely get along well in the future. Oh, by the way. If you are always so nameless, it will be too unfair to you. Well... Anyway, I am already seventeen, and I can perform the crown ceremonies according to the ceremony. After I go back, I will ask Uncle Wang of Wei to help preside over the crown ceremonies. After the ceremony, I will be considered a formal adult and can marry. Whether it is Sister Qinghui or Mingyue, I will definitely use a big red sedan chair carried by sixteen people, which is so glorious. The Ming media will let you enter my Yang family's door."

Yang Zhao was happy to speak, but he didn't show Fan Qinghui's expression as he heard him colder. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard Fan Xian ask: "One day in Jingnian Zen Temple, the Yin Gui School came from the 'Yinhou' and almost all the elites came to help you. Why is this?"

Yang Zhao was stunned for a moment, feeling a little bad. He laughed dryly and said, "That...haha...what, isn't the Demon Sect and Jingnian Zen Temple a mortal enemy? Mrs. Zhu heard that Yang Su colluded with Jingnian Zen Temple, so she volunteered to help. At that time, I really had no choice but to have enough staff. So...haha... Sister Qinghui, don't be angry. I know they are not good people. After I go back this time, I will not have any contact with them again, okay?"

Fan Qinghui felt a faint pain in her heart. In an instant, something was blocking her chest and could hardly speak. She reluctantly calmed down and said coldly: "Voice for your own sake? It turns out that the 'Empress Yin' is so warm and helpful? That's really Qinghui is ignorant. But one day after you and Yang Xuangan both suffered a defeat, why did I hear someone saying that 'Empress Yin' had betrothed her only daughter Zhu Meixian to a certain prince?"

The lie was exposed on the spot. No matter how thick Yang Zhao's face was, he couldn't help feeling hot and painful. He smiled and said, "This...haha...is. But I can swear that day, but I have never liked that little girl Zhu Meixian. But at that time, I really needed someone to help, and Mrs. Zhu saw this again and insisted on her condition and never let go. The situation was forbidden, so I had to go there forever."

Fan Qinghui clenched her fists, letting her nails penetrate her palms deeply without any sense. She didn't know why, but she just felt upset for no reason. She blurted out: "Doing it by randomly? Then, how can I know if you are also perfunctory now? With Mingyue, I want me, and with me, I want to pray to Meixian, what about the future? Do you want to marry a few more Yuwen family and the Dugu family of the Li family and the Song family of the Li family to come back so that we sisters can sit down and gather a few tables of Ye Zi cards?"

Her sudden words were like a volcanic explosion. In an instant, Yang Zhao was completely caught off guard, almost as if he was hit on the head, and he was stunned. He stood there blankly and stuttered: "Qing, Sister Qinghui...you...this is..."

This is simply... jealous! It was not until this moment that Fan Qinghui suddenly realized. The man he liked was ultimately different from the children of ordinary people. He was born in the royal family and was destined to ascend the throne and become the emperor above all people. Even if he loves him, no matter how much he loves him, in the end, Yang Zhao would never be monopolized by a certain woman. The woman who fell in love with him was destined to not be able to get a complete love.

Yang Zhao's heart sank, then sighed heavily, sat sideways back on the bed, apologizing, "Yes... I'm sorry. Sister Qinghui... I... I'm not good." It's okay if he didn't say anything. When he spoke, Fairy Fan immediately hugged him tightly and cried out in irresistible tears. Yang Zhao was both embarrassed and heartbroken, but helpless. As long as he still had such an identity, the problem would never be solved. So in the end, the little prince who was afraid that he would make many mistakes was to do the only thing he could do was to hug her tightly in his arms so that she could have something to rely on.

What is love in the world?

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After a long time, the turbulent heart lake finally calmed down. Fan Qinghui wiped away the tears, stopped sobbing, and gently pushed her hands away from Yang Zhao's arms. He whispered: "Azhao, I'm sorry. Just now... Qinghui lost her composure. Now it's okay. Let's go and say goodbye to Taoist Master Thunder Quanzi, and then go back to Luoyang."

The calmer and reasonable she seemed, the little prince felt more and more heartbroken. But when she had to comfort her, she found that she had nothing to say. Or she could say, no matter what she said, she could not change the fact that there would only be more and more women around her in the future, and it would be impossible to reduce. Whether Mingyue or Fan Qinghui, they were all folk girls. Even if Yang Zhao and them were in love with each other, it would be better if the Crown Prince Xiao Meiniang, the Emperor Yang Jian, and the Queen Dugu Jialuo and the others didn't care. The candidate for the King of Henan could only be selected among the high-ranking clans of the world in the end. In this case, what's the use of saying more false words besides causing sadness?

Since there is nothing to say, let’s just stop talking. Yang Zhao smiled and nodded, “Master Thunder Quanzi is willing to take me in here for rest and healing. We will repay this kindness after we go back…”

Before he finished speaking, a shrill cry of "Ah~" came from outside the room. The two of them were stunned at the same time. In an instant, all the heroes were suppressed into the most inconspicuous corner of their consciousness. Fan Qinghui stood up in the clothes and frowned and said, "That sound... seems to be Zhou Ying?" Yang Zhao picked up the tiger soul leaning against the corner of the room and said in a deep voice: "I'll go out and take a look." Fan Qinghui's expression changed slightly, and she said in a lost voice: "How can this be? A Zhao, your injury has not yet healed." He hurried forward and pushed the door open first.

As soon as the door opened, the strong bloody smell suddenly came to his nose. He looked up and saw Shouke, two young Taoist boys, Zhou Ying, were covered in blood, stumbled and ran towards this side with all their might. While running, he cried loudly, "Kill people, kill people! Help, help!" The crying did not stop, and only someone laughed in the dark side and said, "Where do you want to run to? Be obediently." The sound of the golden blade slashing the wind suddenly "buzz~" and responded loudly. A circle of yellow light rotated from the upper right and rushed down, slashing like lightning. Fan Qinghui's eyes contracted, and said, "Stop!" He flew forward like a rolling cloud, and pointed out "Sword Qi Yangtze River" like a sword.

Qihan sword energy quickly passed through a white mark composed of countless shattered ice crystals in the air, and then arrived first, "Ding~" the circle of yellow light in the middle of the ground, forcing it to show its true form - but it turned out to be a strange short knife with a stem like a snake. However, it was a blessing, but it was a disaster, so it was finally impossible to escape. In the lightning, the other six circles of yellow light roared in unison, and flew out from all directions in a bend. The target was still Shouke and Zhou Ying.

The little Taoist boy, Fan Qinghui, couldn't help but move the nameless fire in his heart, and shouted: "Who is the rat's back? He can only find a child?" The sword in his hand turned into a circle, and the momentum was like the Yangtze River surging endlessly, blocking four circles of yellow light. Unexpectedly, the fifth circle of yellow light suddenly turned, and happened to collide with the sixth circle of yellow light, each avoiding the sword energy to block it, and flew out in a slant. Their casting force not only continued to decline, but was even more violent.

This move was definitely unexpected. Fan Qinghui's sword energy had not been collected and it was difficult to return to the sword to help each other. Yang Zhao shouted, "No!" He subconsciously wanted to take action, but it was too late. He heard a light "click" sound, and Zhou Ying, who had no stranger, continued to run forward for a few steps. Blood marks appeared in his neck, and the whole head rolled down. The headless corpse fell straight down, and blood surged out from the neck cavity, like a fountain. The brothers of the same sect who were dependent on each other died on the spot. Shouke was so scared that he stood blankly and could not run even half a step.

Huang Guang, who had been knocked away before, was slashed again. Seeing that Shou Ke was about to follow Zhou Ying's strange place, Yang Zhao finally caught up in time. He pulled the little Taoist boy over to protect him, and waved his tiger soul with his left hand to face the circle of yellow light. The snake-shaped curved sword is nothing more than an ordinary thing, how can it fight against the gods? It is silent, like cutting tofu. The snake-shaped curved sword is broken inch by inch, and the fragments fall to the ground one after another. The little prince roared angrily: "Who is it? The murderer, get out!"

"Puff puff puff puff puff~" A few light sounds, three figures jumped out separately. The person was so majestic, with the aura of a general without anger. He held a strange-shaped giant sword in his hand, weighing at least a hundred pounds, which was Pojunxing. Behind him, the head was full of chaos, covering half of his face with an iron cover, his eyes were extremely greedy like a wolf, which was Greedy Wolf Star. Finally, the man stretched out his hand and pulled the six snake-shaped curved swords back into his palm, which was Seven Killing Star. He put the four swords back on his back, and the two swords made a crisp sound of "ding~" and shouted: "The hunting tribe in the secret realm is doing business, idle people, etc., retreat."

Yang Zhao was stunned and frowned and said, "The Hunting Clan in the Secret Realm? I have never heard of it. This Taoist temple is full of monks who are invincible. What business are you going to do? Since you are doing business, why do you want to kill people randomly?"

Tianlangxing laughed and said grimly: "What the hunting tribe does is of course a transaction of heads. Someone has paid a big price to buy this Taoist temple with a total of thirteen heads, and the delivery will be made within a deadline. We will also collect the deposit, so of course we have to do things. Otherwise, the business will not be completed, so let's drink the northwest wind?"

Pojunxing said coldly: "You two seem to be not from Long Yangguan, right? Then don't meddle in other people's business. Those who know the situation will hand over the little boy quickly. Otherwise, we wouldn't mind doing some work occasionally."
Chapter completed!