Arislan looked down at his flushed face and said, "Kill our heads? What a big tone! Little kid, what's your name?"

The child gritted his teeth and said, "Why should I tell you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he screamed again.

Arislan put his feet hard, stomping the child to breathe, his face turned blue, and he looked down at the child's constant breathing, and said with a sneer: "It's okay not to say it, then you will never have to say it."

After saying that, a little more strength was added to his feet.

"Ah, ah!"

The child screamed in pain when he was trampled, and his whole chest seemed to be about to be smashed. He patted the ground and shouted: "I said! I said!"

Then Arislan moved his feet away, slowly squatted down to look at the child's blue face and pale mouth, and held his collar with one hand and pulled him in front of him: "Say, what's your name?"

The child rolled his eyes and said, "My name is - Wen Bieyu."

"Wen Bieyu?"

Arislan repeated the name, but naturally he didn't recognize it. He pulled the child's collar tighter, making it difficult for him to breathe, and then asked, "Why are you here so late?"

The child gasped and said intermittently, "I, I'm here, I'm out to play, you can control it!"

Arislan sneered: "The mouth is quite hard."

He originally wanted to say something, but Bayin on the side said impatiently: "Master, what's there to say to this little ghost? Look at him as a child from Yan country, just kill him directly. We have serious things."

Arislan hesitated for a moment.

Indeed, there is nothing to say about a child, and it is not much to kill a child from Yan. However, this child was dressed in silk and satin, obviously not an ordinary child. Moreover, it was obvious that it was unreasonable to appear on this wasteland so late, so it seemed a pity to kill him like this.

When they heard that they wanted to kill themselves, the child's face turned pale.

At this moment, Wu Lihan took a step forward and attached himself to Arislan's ear and whispered: "King, don't kill this child for now."

"What's wrong?"

"We just caught him and his horse, and the king looked at the horse he rode-"

"Um?"

Arislan turned his head and looked at the horse.

He was from the Neng country and grew up on horseback since childhood. He could naturally see the goodness and badness of horses at a glance, and immediately saw the trick after seeing this.

"This is--"

Wu Lihan said: "This horse is a horse from the Western Regions. Although it has not grown yet, it has a very good species. Even if it is taken to Kulun City, it will have to buy at least tens of thousands of dollars."

“…”

"A horse is definitely not something that ordinary people can have."

Arislan nodded. Good horses are different from jewelry and jade. Although they are both valuable, horses are not only toys, but also powerful tools for equiping cavalry. Many countries that produce good horses are forbidden to trade in horses, but they are afraid that good species will fall out. Therefore, some good horses may not be able to buy them even if they spend money.

But the horse that the child rode was a top-notch good horse.

Looking at his luxurious clothes, he is obviously not a child of an ordinary family. Who is he?

Thinking of this, Arislan squatted down again, looked straight with the child, and asked in a deep voice: "I'll ask you one more thing, who are you?"

The child was stared at by him and was obviously a little panicked, but he still said with his neck in his mouth: "I said my name is Wen Bieyu. Are you deaf and unable to hear it?"

"Then you're so late, what are you doing nearby?"

"Do you care?"

After all, it was still the same thing as the car. Arislan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a dangerous cold light appeared in his eyes. He stood up straight and ordered: "Catch this little devil back, if you don't talk about it for a day, just keep him for a day, if you don't talk about it for a lifetime, just keep him for a lifetime!"

"yes!"

The soldiers below rushed up immediately and dragged the child down.

The child was anxious and struggled desperately to shout, but no one around ignored him. Arislan waved at the people around him: "Get on the horse and go back to the camp!"

Immediately, everyone around them turned over and the group rushed towards their camp in the dark.

The night wind whistled far away.

Zhu Feng stayed in the study all night. At first, he could barely cheer up and did things, but in the second half of the night, he couldn't hold on and took a nap on his head with one hand. Xiao Shunzi naturally did not dare to disturb him. He just carefully put on a piece of clothes on his body, blew out the candle, and then left to wait.

Even so, Zhu Feng did not sleep soundly.

He had a light sleep and was always worried about Zhu Chengjun's affairs, as if there was a thin and soft needle in his heart.

Just as he was sleeping in a daze, he suddenly felt a stern and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Cheng Jun!"

As soon as he heard his voice, Xiao Shunzi, who was guarding the door, immediately ran in: "What's wrong with the emperor?"

Zhu Feng opened his eyes wide and looked around, then looked at him again, and immediately came to his senses. He just frowned, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and asked, "Is there no news outside yet?"

Xiao Shunzi said: "Not yet-"

Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and Chen Zixiao walked in directly from outside: "Master!"

As soon as he saw him, Zhu Feng immediately woke up and asked hurriedly: "How?"

The candlelight kept swaying because someone suddenly walked in. The shaking light and shadow made the entire study feel shaky, and even the building was about to collapse. Chen Zixiao's face was also very solemn, adding a bit of depression to this atmosphere.

He said in a deep voice: "I have searched the city and found no whereabouts of your Highness. Outside the city, I first searched for a range of more than ten miles, but I didn't see your Highness."

Zhu Feng's heart sank fiercely.

His whole body seemed to have something been pulled away, and slowly fell back into the chair. Seeing his pale face, Xiao Shunzi was so scared that he hurried over to hold his shoulder: "Master!"

Zhu Feng raised his hand and stopped him.

Chen Zixiao said: "I am incompetent!"

Although Zhu Feng's heart was extremely anxious and even faintly felt a little despair, he immediately calmed down and waved his hand and said, "You go down first."

Chen Zixiao looked up at him, but did not retreat immediately, but said, "Don't worry, my elders, I will send more people to search along the way!"

Zhu Feng said: "No."

"What?"

Chen Zixiao was stunned for a moment.

He said "no", which means he would not send more people to continue looking for His Royal Highness the King of Han?
Chapter completed!