Yuan Baoer followed Ye Zhanchou, took out his only two hidden weapons, and threw them directly at him:

"What kind of hero are you for throwing your own wife and children aside? Ye Zhanqiu, if you are a man, stop right now and let's settle the grudge!"

While chasing, they arrived at a cloth workshop.

Colorful long cloths were hung high, and there was no one in this huge square. Ye Zhanchou was the first to fall into the courtyard:

"Grudges? What kind of grudges can I have with a little girl like you? Fu Sichen has disappeared now. If you return that woman to me, I can spare your life."

Bao'er landed lightly on the bamboo pole, her light pink dress fluttering in the wind. She looked at Ye Zhanchou with an indifferent expression. When she heard him say this, she smiled sarcastically:

"You don't have to spare me, I'll kill you and I can live naturally."

Ye Zhanchou was startled when he heard this, and his expression became more ferocious:

"Except for the incident before, we don't seem to have that much hatred. If you hate me so much, is it because you resent me for touching your man?"

He rolled his eyes and sighed: "It's a pity that you are so affectionate to Fu Sichen, but Fu Sichen doesn't take you seriously. He probably only regards you as Zuo Zhaoran's substitute, just to appease him.

It’s just loneliness.”

Hearing his name again, Yuan Baoer's smile became more ferocious:

"Didn't Zuo Zhaoran die in your hands too?"

"She didn't die in my hands."

Ye Zhanchou raised his head and smiled, his eyes narrowed:

"She died in the hands of her mother. I just found her mother and gave her money first. In order to prevent her from betraying me, I fed her the poison. In fact, her mother was stunned when she heard that I gave her money.

She quickly agreed. Money is more important than her daughter's life."

He sneered and shook his head, "But you... I wanted to kill you, but you didn't die either? So why do you hate me so much?"

"Of course I hate you." Yuan Baoer curled his lips and leaned over to rush towards him——

Because she is Zhaoran!!

Ye Zhanchou's eyes flashed with cruelty, and he couldn't bear it any longer. He directly fought back, attacking her with all his moves.

He didn't believe it. He had lived for so many years and didn't dare to slack off every day. Could it be that he could still beat this little girl?

But as soon as this thought came to his mind, the sword slashed his shoulder. He frowned and looked at her in shock. Before he could react, he was kicked hard in the stomach!

His body suddenly rose into the air and hit the ground heavily!

impossible!!

He wanted to speak, but his throat felt sweet and he coughed up blood. He looked at her in disbelief:

"How come your martial arts improve so quickly!!"

"Thanks to you." Zhao Ran swung his sword and looked at him condescendingly: "If it hadn't been for that time, I'm afraid I wouldn't have made such rapid progress."

As she said this, she gave a thumbs up playfully: "I am the smartest one now."

Her body is very well integrated with the Gu King, that's why she has such an effect.

Bao'er slowly raised his hand, his expression suddenly turned cold, and he stabbed Ye Zhanchou fiercely!

"clang!!"

A long sword came from nowhere and suddenly blocked her attack.

Bao'er suddenly raised his head and looked at the master along this exquisite long sword.

The other party was tall and tall, also wearing a hat, but his demeanor was calm. It seemed that he was holding a Xiao instead of a long sword in his hand. His voice was also very clean, like a clear spring.:

"Why is Miss so angry? If the first life is on your hands, there will be no turning back."

As soon as she finished speaking, men in black gradually swarmed up from the surrounding rafters, already surrounding her and her brothers.

Seeing this, Bao'er frowned slightly and thought about it for a while.

With this overwhelming number of people, even if she can break through the encirclement, the people around her may die.

She gritted her teeth and gave up helplessly, taking a few steps back:

"It seems that you are the financial sponsor behind Ye Zhanchou?"

"How can you say he is the financial owner?" The man was very gentle, holding his sword behind his back: "He is my master."

That's what he said, but his calm attitude and the deep inner strength that can be faintly detected are obviously not ordinary people.

But this man's target didn't seem to be her. He motioned to his men to help Ye Zhanchou up and then looked at her.

The bamboo hat was blown slightly by the wind, revealing his eyes.

Before Bao'er could see clearly, the man turned his back and said, "Let's go."

She frowned, and the person behind her wanted to chase, but she held her down and signaled for someone with good qinggong skills to follow secretly:

"Catch up, don't scare the snake."

The air was also filled with a very nice floral fragrance, which was a bit heavier than Ye Zhanchou's.

She seemed to have smelled this smell somewhere.

He squinted his eyes and smelled it carefully, and suddenly his heart was shocked:

The Royal Garden of the Royal Palace?!

There is no mistake, this smell is the aroma of the royal palace garden.

Is Ye Zhanchou related to the people in the palace? Who is it? The emperor, the prince, or the concubines in the harem?

Who would want to help Ye Zhanchou to deal with them?

She frowned, thinking that she had offended An Haoyang, and that man's voice was full of anger.

Could it be An Haoyang?

"Pavilion Master, what should we do now?"

Bao'er came back to his senses and said with a gloomy face: "Go back."

She returned to Yan Yu Pavilion in a furious manner and went straight to Shen Qingsi's room.

Fortunately, she moved her to another room because she was not feeling well. It turned out that this woman really had a long face.

When I stopped her just now, I didn't think about being a pregnant woman.

Stepping into the backyard, she walked straight towards Shen Qingsi's yard. Suddenly, she saw a person standing at the door.

a man.

He stood at the door of Shen Qingsi with his back on his back, and a bunch of subordinates kneeling beside him. Shen Qingsi sat kneeling in the middle, with a pale face and a fearful look.

The man was wearing an ink-colored gown, with a blood-red gradient at the hem, and the golden threads shone brightly in the candlelight. He stood erect in the middle of the crowd, like a mountain peak that would never fall.

Fu Sichen??

Bao'er looked at his back in shock, and the depression in his heart suddenly disappeared without a trace like clouds.

is it him?

She suddenly felt nervous and stepped forward cautiously. The gravel under her feet rubbed softly and slowly as she approached him step by step.

She walked behind the man, looked up at him, and slowly stretched out her hand:

"Fu Sichen?"

The man suddenly turned around, from his handsome side face to his front face, and raised his eyes to meet her gaze.

At this moment, she just felt like the world was spinning.

Twelve years have passed, but he has not changed at all.

Those eyes are still so hot:

"Of course...that's not right, Bao'er."

He raised the corners of his mouth, and the deep male voice struck her heart like a drumstick:

"I am coming."

She opened her eyes wide in shock, thinking it was an illusion, and opened her mouth to speak. Before she could speak, the man grabbed her hand in mid-air and pulled her into his arms.

His arms held her tightly, still with that kind of strength, wanting to melt her into his flesh and blood so deeply:
Chapter completed!