"Are you afraid?"

Arislan sneered, "If you are afraid, won't you ask your father for help?"

Zhu Chengjun was hung in the air by Su He, and was already breathless at this time. In addition, he was tired and scared this day and reached his limit. When he saw the tragic tragedy on the battlefield, he was even more frightened and subconsciously shouted at the other side of the battlefield.

"father--"

"Your Highness!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind him, interrupting his shouting.

Zhu Chengjun subconsciously turned around and saw Wen Bieyu, who was locked behind by other soldiers, looked up at him with red eyes, shook her head vigorously and said, "Your Highness, you can't shout!"

Zhu Chengjun was stunned for a moment: "Why, why?"

At this time, he just wanted his father to know that he had fallen into the hands of the enemy, and to let his father save him and leave this hell quickly. He had completely forgotten his unwillingness to say his name before, and impersonating Wen Bieyu's original intention, the child trembled and said, "I, I want to go back."

Wen Bieyu said loudly: "Your Highness, you can't shout. If you shout, the morale of the army will be in chaos, and your father will be in chaos."

“…”

"You forgot, why didn't you say your name before?"

“…”

"Your Highness, think about it!"

These words exploded in Zhu Chengjun's mind like a bolt from the blue, and instantly burst out a little sober consciousness.

By the way, he can't say it!

He is the prince of Yan Kingdom and the dignified His Highness of the Han King. After being captured by these people, they could kill him directly, why did they take him to the battlefield, why did they ask him to see his father, and even ask him to call for help.

It is to use him to disrupt the morale of the army and even more disturb the king’s heart!

I thought it was clear, but the fear in my heart and the danger in reality are different.

Now, he just wants to get out of danger quickly and return to the arms of his father and mother, and never suffer such pain again. If he doesn't shout, how could they know that they are in the hands of the enemy?

He looked at Wen Bieyu tremblingly: "I, but I-"

How old is Wen Bieyu old? Moreover, in order to save him, he calmed down and firmered his life and death. He shouted: "Your Highness, you are the emperor's son, you are your highness!"

When he heard this, Zhu Chengjun's back suddenly felt numb.

Yes, he is the emperor's son.

He is His Highness the King of Han.

His father and mother taught him more than once that he was the prince of the Tian family supported by the people of Yan. In normal times, he could live in luxury, but at such a crisis, he needed to show the will of the prince. In the future, the people of Yan, and even the entire Yan State, would need his protection!

Thinking of this, he clenched his fists and closed his mouth hard.

Originally, Arislan watched the struggle of the two children as if he was watching a show, but he didn't expect that the boy named Wen Bieyu also had such a firm mind and wisdom. What he didn't expect was that Si Nanyan's son, who had been tortured by them, actually listened to it.

He refused to shout or even spoke again.

Arislan suddenly felt a shame of frustration. Not only was he suppressed by Zhu Feng for so many years, but now, he could not even have a child to make him do what he wanted.

This is simply a huge irony!

Thinking of this, a sensation of anger surged in his heart. He went straight to take the collar behind Zhu Chengjun from Suhe, and lifted him into the air like a fragile kitten, and said viciously: "Call me! Call me your father, call me Zhu Feng! Call him!"

Zhu Chengjun was shaken by him, and his collar was deeply strangled into the injured place on his neck. The wound was cracked again, and blood flowed outwards, and soon dyed his clothes red again.

Zhu Chengjun was so painful that he could no longer hold it back, and tears also flowed down his face.

However, he bit his lower lip tightly.

My lips were bitten and soon, bleeding came out, mixed with tears and dripping down.

But he kept silent.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!"

Wen Bieyu was anxious when he saw this scene. Although he knew the righteousness and understood that they could not let Arislan do what he wanted at this time, his responsibility was to protect him by Zhu Chengjun. Arislan treated Zhu Chengjun like this, but he was afraid that he would torture him to death. Wen Bieyu immediately struggled to rush towards them to stop Arislan, but as soon as he moved, he was kicked to the ground by the soldiers behind him and stepped heavily on his back: "Little bastard, do you still dare to run around?"

"ah!"

Wen Bieyu screamed in pain when she was stepped on. A severe pain in his chest made him unable to suppress it, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Don't Brother Yu!"

Zhu Chengjun was also anxious, and struggled hard and started fighting: "Let me go, let me go!"

Although Si Nanyan on the other side of the battlefield was so far away, there were even thousands of troops fighting in the middle, but her mother's keenness and the sense in her heart made her see the familiar figure on the other side of the battlefield at a glance. Arislan was holding a child in her hand and was struggling and fighting, almost about to be suffocated by him in the air.

"Cheng Jun!"

Nan Yan's eyes turned red, and he shouted and immediately rushed forward.

But this time, Zhu Feng stood in front of her.

Nan Yan was stunned for a moment, looked up at him, and said in panic: "Master, I saw Cheng Jun, he is right in front of him, he is in Arislan's hands, we want to save him! Master!"

Zhu Feng looked at her with a slight face and said, "What can you do when you rush over now?"

“…”

Nanyan trembled violently.

At this time, a lightning flashed over the head again, and then the rumbling thunder sounded from the zenith to the ground. They only felt that the ground was trembling, as if it was about to be overturned at any time.

And there was also a moment of tranquility in Nanyan's mind.

What can you do when you rush over at this time?

She can't do anything.

Even if they were over, she could think that Arislan would use Cheng Jun to knead them casually like a pinching an ant. At that time, let alone Zhu Cheng Jun, this battle would be defeated.

But--

She is a mother after all.

Nan Yan was so anxious that tears rolled down her eyes, and she choked and said, "But that's Cheng Jun, that's our son!"

Zhu Feng said in a deep voice: "Of course he is our son."

As he said that, he slowly turned his horse's head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he passed through countless fighting figures and looked at the other side of the battlefield, saying word by word: "It is precisely because he is our son, so he should know who he is and what he should do."

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Chapter completed!