bookcurios Chapter 218: Sudden Ambushes
Chapter 218: Sudden Ambushes
Zhao Fangyu's voice was almost a whisper, but the eldest lady heard it. She just slowly held her hand and rubbed it in her palm to wipe away the confusion: "You have studied and learned the truth. You understand a lot of things even if I don't say them."
"I just want to tell you one thing, persevere."
“Don’t be afraid to move forward because the road ahead is bumpy, and don’t stop at the bridge because of the bumps and difficulties. People only live for a hundred years. If you can’t do one thing you really want to do in a hundred years, then this life is a waste.”
The eldest lady didn't know what Zhao Fangyu was going to do, but she advised Zhao Fangyu to persevere.
Zhao Fangyu slowly leaned against the eldest lady, smelling the faint fragrance. Just smelling the scent of the eldest lady made her feel at ease.
"Mom, I want to do something big."
"Then do it."
"I was afraid I wouldn't do it well, so I never told anyone about it."
"They were also afraid that I was too unorthodox, so countless people criticized and abused me."
"But now I think about it, I was obsessed with it."
Zhao Fangyu sat up and smiled at the eldest lady. His eyes were firm and his smile came from the bottom of his heart: "This world is not good. I want to change it."
“It’s a fantasy, but I want to do it.”
No matter whether this idea is naive or shallow, it is the only thing Zhao Fangyu wants to do.
I've been thinking about it since she came.
She didn't know what Zhou Qinghe would be like in the future, but she wanted to be the same person as Shen Jiyao.
She wanted a day when even if she and Zhou Qinghe turned against each other, Zhou Qinghe would not be able to dispose of her at will. She wanted to... control Zhou Qinghe.
control!
Zhao Fangyu had never felt so clearly what he wanted.
The road ahead is long and difficult. She will only have a miserable life, and even if she dies she will be just an insignificant chapter in the history books.
But if it succeeds, countless free souls will slowly awaken.
When we came out of Zhao's house, it was already dark.
Zhao Fangyu slept soundly in the eldest lady's room. Chunshao wanted to call her but was stopped by the eldest lady.
"Let her sleep. She hasn't had a good rest these days."
The eldest lady knew without having to think about what kind of life Zhao Fangyu had been leading these days. He had been keeping an eye on the Third Prince, Meng Yunxiang, and Zhao Fanglan. After planning all this, he still had to clean up the mess at the Duke of Li's Mansion.
That day in the hall, she noticed that Zhao Fangyu looked unwell, and now she thought that he had been ill since then.
Zhao Fangyu felt a little feverish after falling asleep. He drank a bowl of antipyretic medicine and two mouthfuls of thick rice porridge while in a daze. Then he fell asleep again with his head tilted.
Zhou Qinghe sent someone to pick him up, but he didn't answer.
After learning that it was Zhao Fangyu who had a fever in the Zhao family, he was no longer in a hurry. After asking the eldest lady to take care of him, he took over Zhao Fangyu, put down his burden, and started to work.
The Yang family has now cut off ties with the Third Prince's party. It seems that they are clean, but in fact, they are determined to kill Zhou Qinghe. They have repeatedly reported Zhou Qinghe for misbehavior. The emperor probably disliked Zhou Qinghe and punished him with ten strokes of the cane.
The so-called court caning is to drag a bench up to the top of the hall, with the person lying on it, and the guards standing on the side to carry out the execution, with all the officials witnessing the execution.
This was an extremely cruel form of punishment, like cutting flesh with a soft knife. After the execution, the prisoners had to thank the emperor and stand aside to continue attending court.
But compared with the third prince, these are not a big deal.
Zhou Qinghe was lying down, and it was not convenient for him to see Zhao Fangyu. He was even more afraid that she would come back and worry, so he simply let her stay at Zhao's house for two days to prevent her from being troubled by seeing him lying down.
When Zhao Fangyu woke up, the moon was already at its highest point in the sky.
She was thinking about the news Zhou Qinghe brought back today, and she wanted to ride back in the middle of the night.
Chunshao and the others wrapped Zhao Fangyu in a thick cloak, like a quilt. Zhao Fangyu was dizzy and had to go back to Hewang Mansion, which made Mother Cui feel distressed.
"Princess, please stay. The yard at home has been tidied up. You are still feverish now!"
Zhao Fangyu smiled weakly, looking at Mother Cui and reminding her from time to time: "Mother Cui, please stop worrying about me. Treat your grandson to wedding candy tomorrow!"
Mother Cui: “…”
What kind of burnt it must be! Her little grandson has a hard time going to school!
Chunshao tucked Zhao Fangyu's collar for a while, smiled apologetically at Mother Cui, and then several maids half-helped and half-lifted Zhao Fangyu to the carriage.
"Princess, the fever has subsided, why are you still dazed?"
The one who spoke was Su Re, who was holding Zhao Fangyu and reaching out to touch her forehead tentatively.
Chunshao was used to serving Zhao Fangyu and couldn't explain why. None of the four maids studied medicine, so they were completely in the dark.
"Go back quickly and find a doctor to take a look."
Zhao Fangyu was sleeping soundly in the carriage, while Xuanbi was driving the carriage outside. Suddenly, there was a bang outside, and several people clearly heard the sound of metal colliding.
Xuanbi shouted an offense, then shouted to roll down the car window, then drew his knife and jumped onto the roof nimbly.
Chunshao was brave enough. She quietly lifted the curtain to take a peek, and saw an arrow stuck in the carriage, with its tail feathers still trembling slightly!
Chunshao stepped back immediately and pressed one of the mechanisms with great effort. After a few sounds of mechanisms, the curtain of the carriage suddenly turned into an iron wall. Several maids pushed the small table in the carriage over to block it, but in an instant, they heard a series of arrows shooting from all directions.
Xuanbi set off a firework into the sky, and then told everyone in the carriage not to come out. Then the coachman sitting in the front was shot dead!
The horses, sensing danger, neighed and neighed, but soon became silent.
"Is this person shot into a hedgehog?"
Arrows could not penetrate the jade guarding the carriage. The carriage made by Zhao Fangyu was specially modified with two layers of wood wrapped in a solid iron plate one finger thick. Even if someone was asked to stand outside with a steel knife and chop for an incense stick, it might not hurt the people inside at all.
The visitor obviously didn't know the secret of this carriage, or that such a heavily guarded carriage was usually only used by the prince himself. No one would have thought that a princess like Zhao Fangyu, who was not very favored, would actually use prince-level protection.
Zhao Fangyu was still sleeping in a daze, his face gradually turned red again, obviously he had a fever again.
Chunshao was extremely anxious, but the coachman and the horse were both dead, so she could only wait for someone to rescue her.
Chunshao didn't even dare to think about whether the cliff outside had also become a hedgehog!
Soon, in addition to arrows, everyone heard the sound of swords clashing. They didn't know how many people there were, but they knew it was a gang. They sent a few people to entangle the hanging wall and go around to deal with the girls in the carriage. As a result, before they reached the carriage, they were blinded by the poison sprinkled on the carriage. Their eyes immediately turned red and stinging, and they wished they could dig their eyeballs out on the spot!
"Who dares to commit murder against Princess He in the capital?"
Following a loud shout from the cliff, there seemed to be some movement in the houses around, and someone quietly opened a crack in the door to peek in.
But no one answered this question. Killing people by hanging from the wall is as easy as cutting melons. It is indeed difficult to find someone with such talent as him. Even those with military background dare not come for fear of exposing their identity.
There were still a few people who could move, and they were all surrounding the iron lump wrapped around the carriage as if they were facing a great enemy.