Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

Chapter 276: Catch the Mouse and Pursue the Victory

Lying on the couch, Zhao Yihan, who was sleeping soundly, covered his ears with dissatisfaction.

She opened her hazy eyes and heard a lot of noise outside. She didn't understand what the commotion was about so early in the morning.

"Di Ping...Di Ping..."

"are u there?"

With a cold face and a chill all over his body, Di Ping pushed open the door of the wing room.

"Princess, something happened outside."

With just a few words, Zhao Yihan, who originally wanted to pull Di Ping aside to act coquettishly, suddenly became serious. She still hadn't forgotten the mission she promised Sister Changlin.

"What happened...Is Zhiyuan's condition getting worse?"

This is very important and cannot be ignored.

Otherwise, when Sister Changlin comes back, she will definitely be very sad.

"No, it has nothing to do with Master Zhiyuan."

"It's near the canal. There are bandits coming... They brought a large number of people, at least nearly a thousand."

Di Ping lowered his eyes and told everything.

This is not a trivial matter. More than a thousand people cannot be gathered overnight. Most of these people are involved in the attack on Xia Zhiyuan.

Maybe they are in the same group.

"The garrison troops in this camp cannot move... Princess, put on your soft armor quickly."

Di Ping had a vague sense of worry in her heart, although she was not sure whether the group of people would lure the tiger away from the mountain and come to raid the camp where Zhi Yuan and His Majesty were.

But just in case, she walked to the hanger where the soft armor was placed and took off the soft armor left there by His Majesty.

Soft armor is a bit heavy, but it can defend against most hidden weapons. This is why emperors of all dynasties wear soft armor.

"Oh…"

Facing Di Ping's impatient eyes, Zhao Yihan still felt a little embarrassed, and she tugged at her robe.

The bright yellow dragon robe hung down from his body, revealing his thin and slender shoulders.

Seeing Zhao Yihan like this, Di Ping was stunned for a moment and swallowed his saliva.

She quickly shifted her gaze away and looked at the carpet beside her, at the vine pattern entwined on it, her tone becoming a little stammering.

She said, "My Lady... you don't have to take off your inner garment as well. The soft armor is hard, so you should just wear your inner garment."

Di Ping was always so shy. Even though she was the one taking off her clothes, she blushed.

This time, Zhao Yihan did not continue to tease or argue. Instead, he obediently sent the clothes back and tidied the belt of his robe.

Open your hands.

"Okay, I don't know how to wear this... Then I'll have to trouble Master Di to help me."

In fact, wearing soft armor is not difficult.

However, Zhao Yihan felt that it would be better for Di Ping to help him, in case he hit the wrong spot, he might get shot in the back.

Just like Zhiyuan... couldn't get out of bed for ten days or half a month.

The matter was of great importance, and Di Ping had no time to worry about whether she was shy or not, so she tried hard to suppress the blush that was spreading across her cheeks.

His fingers deftly unfastened the buckles on the soft armor and put it on Zhao Yihan. Di Ping was careful and put on the soft armor bit by bit.

.........

The man in black lying in the distance waited for a long time but no news came from the canal.

"Damn it... Could it be that they didn't succeed over there?"

If their news had not been leaked in advance, the several waves of brothers sent to the mines would not have returned, and the boss would not have made such a hasty decision.

If we do not act now, if we wait until the Grand Canal is completed, Xia Zhiyuan recovers from his injury, and the current emperor leaves Longcheng.

Then their efforts would be in vain.

There is no benefit at all.

"If we fail, we can only follow what the boss said and stay put and wait for orders here for the time being."

One of them saw that he was about to draw out the scimitar, so he put his big hand on the hilt, signaling the person who was speaking not to act rashly.

"But... isn't this what we are doing today..."

The two of them spoke louder and louder, and their faces turned red.

Most of those who were forced into the village were hot-tempered thugs, and frictions between them were commonplace.

Be open-minded, drink a few glasses of wine, and we can be good brothers again.

There are many people in the village who are so depressed that they want to beat the other party to death.

The eldest brother did not try to stop the fratricide, but encouraged it instead, because he believed that only people with enough blood were worthy of standing by his side and supporting his great cause.

"What are you looking for?"

The shadows of the trees were dancing, and a man in a black robe descended from the sky, holding a long, ink-black blade with a gleaming Bi'an pattern on it. The back of the blade was against the man's neck.

Zhao Changlin didn't expect that he would encounter this group of people hiding in a ravine as soon as he came back, and he had no idea what they were talking about.

She naturally heard the deafening cries of killing in the distance, but there were 2,000 soldiers stationed guarding the river.

Zhao Changlin had a good idea about the attacking horse bandits. If this group of people couldn't even deal with the informally armed horse bandits, then he would indeed consider... sending these people back to the barracks and training them again.

"Ghost...seeing sorrow!"

With a cry of surprise, the two men just barely met the mask on Zhao Changlin's face, and they secretly thought that something was wrong. They drew out their scimitars, and a silver light flashed.

He waved a handful of white lime in his hand.

We must retreat from here.

Now that’s bad. Even if I want to force my way in... I’m afraid I don’t have the chance.

The most important thing now is to escape from this camp safely.

Zhao Changlin covered his face with a dark mask with one hand and threw out a long knife with the other. White lime fell on his ink-black dress like the first snow in winter.

The blade spun in the air and accurately pierced into the back of one of the men, splashing blood.

There was a "click".

All that could be heard was the crisp sound of bones.

"Your Highness...you are indeed a good swordsman."

"In the past, Zhiyuan had only seen His Highness wielding a sword, but had never seen His Highness holding a knife."

Xia Zhiyuan held up an oil-paper umbrella to block the scorching sun, her eyes full of smiles. She had indeed not expected that today these snakes, insects, rats and ants hiding in the dark would come out in full force.

Zhao Changlin bent over and pulled back the blade. His body was covered in lime, but he did not look at all embarrassed.

Scarlet blood dripped down the blade, staining the soil.

"Why did you come out?"

Zhao Changlin took a step forward and walked towards Xia Zhiyuan. The shadow guards behind her rushed forward, drew their blades and put them on the neck of the remaining man.

"We caught a little mouse that knew the truth, but it seems... Your Highness also gained a lot."

He took out his handkerchief and folded it carefully.

Xia Zhiyuan was wiping the white lime off Zhao Changlin's body. She looked serious, as if she was afraid that she would forget a corner.

"How about... Your Highness and I, let's interrogate them together and find out what the purpose of this group of people is. Why do they want to take... Your Highness and my life so much?"