Chapter 231 Rescue Plan

Princess Chaoxia’s Mansion.

Meng Yan was paced back and forth in her boudoir, with deep worries coming out of the corners of her eyebrows and eyes. Since Meng Hu was taken back to Luojing, she has always wanted to rescue her lover. Unfortunately, until now, she has not thought of any good idea. After Meng Yan ascended the throne, her status in Luojing has plummeted. Although Meng Yan is the elder brother of her mother, his love for Meng Yan is far less than that of the old emperor Meng Ke.

Several times Meng Yan tried to break into the Grand Arena in the south of the city, without asking for help, but only wanted to see Meng Hu, but was blocked mercilessly by the guards. Even if she showed the princess's majesty, it was useless, because after the incident of Han Feng being killed, Meng Yan issued an imperial edict, and during Meng Hu's repression, anyone was prohibited from visiting.

Meng Hu is a dangerous person. According to Meng Yan's original intention, he had already killed Meng Hu with one sword. But in the end, Shi Miyuan's proposal moved Meng Yan. Meng Yan was actually a playboy who loves to show off from the bottom of his bones. Although he had ascended the throne, his way of thinking had not yet changed, and he was far from being a qualified emperor, so he could not refuse the temptation to kill Meng Hu himself in front of hundreds of thousands of people in the imperial capital and noble elders.

However, even though Meng Yan decided to keep Meng Hu's life temporarily, he would never dare to relax his guard.

"What to do? What to do?"

"If this continues, he will die, and he will be exhausted even if he is not killed!"

When she thought of Meng Hu's scars and her sluggish expression every time she appeared in the arena, Meng Yan felt like a knife, wishing she could replace herself. If her life could be exchanged for Meng Hu's freedom, Meng Yan believed that she would choose to sacrifice herself without hesitation. This is love. She really loves this man very much. She is willing to do anything for this man, and she is willing to give everything to this man...

When Meng Yan was so anxious that she burst into tears, her close maid Yun'er suddenly entered the room.

"Princess, there is a person outside who claims to be the owner of the Living Dead Hospital to ask for a visit."

"The owner of the Living Dead Hospital?" Meng Yan frowned and said unhappily, "No."

Yun'er hesitated for a moment, then approached Meng Yan and whispered: "Princess, in addition to the owner of the Living Dead Clinic, there is also someone who said she came from the west."

"From the west?" Meng Yanfang was slightly shocked, as if she realized something, and turned around quickly and said, "Please invite them in."

Yun'er responded and took the order.

Meng Yan calmed down and put on some makeup under the maid's service. Then Shi Shiran came to the side hall. She had already seen two men waiting there, a thin middle-aged man with a good figure and a strong and dusty young man. These two people were naturally Wen Wucheng and Shan Bao.

When they saw Meng Yan, Wen Wucheng and Shan Bao rushed forward and salute.

"I have met His Highness the Princess after nothing has been done."

"Caomin Mountain Leopard, I have seen His Royal Highness the Princess."

"Forget it." Meng Yan waved her hand and said, "Please sit down, two."

After Meng Yan sat in the main seat first, Wen Wuchengcai followed him and Shan Bao did not sit down. Suddenly, he stepped forward and knelt down in front of Meng Yan, knocked heavily with his head, and said in tears: "Your Highness, please save my general, you must save my general, wuwu..."

"this……"

Meng Yan's heart trembled slightly.

Wen Wucheng next to him was also slightly stern, thinking that Meng Hu not only had excellent martial arts skills, but also seemed to be very good at leading troops. It can be seen from the western general named Shan Bao in front of him that if he had not loved Meng Hu so much, he would never have lost his composure, nor would he cry like a child.

Meng Yanxu stretched out his hands and said, "This general is..."

The mountain leopard stopped his sad voice and replied: "I am the general who commanded the mountain leopard camp to command the mountain leopard."

Meng Yan changed her face slightly, "Are you really the commander of the Mountain Leopard Camp under his command?"

Shanbao said with a heavy emphasis: "Yes."

Meng Yan's face was already filled with joy when she heard this, and she stood up anxiously and asked, "How many people have you brought to Beijing this time? Has the entire mountain leopard camp been here?"

Shanbao was stunned when he heard this. After a while, he shook his head and said, "No, I went to Beijing alone by the order of the military advisor."

"What?" Meng Yan was disappointed when she heard this, "You came alone? This is not possible. How could you save him by your own strength? You should know that the defense of the Grand Arena in the south of the city is very strict, with thousands of elite dead soldiers, and there are also the vanguard camp and the cavalry camp among the three major camps of the Imperial Army."

The mountain leopard was speechless.

Wen Wucheng next to him then interjected and said, "Your Highness, if you want to break through the Grand Racefield in the south of the city from the outside, it is impossible. Even if the entire Shan Leopard Camp comes, even if the Shan Leopard Camp defeats the Royal Guards and the Knights Camp stationed nearby, or even breaks through the Grand Race arena, it is impossible to rescue General Meng Hu. The reason is very simple. Before the Shan Leopard Camp breaks through the Grand Racefield, the opponent has enough time to kill the general."

"What should I do?" Meng Yan was upset when she heard this and said in a panic, "What should I do? Is there nothing I can do?"

"Of course there is a solution." Wen Wucheng said in a deep voice, "If you want to rescue General Meng Hu, you will definitely not be able to use strong power, and you still have to use tricks."

"Use a plan?" Meng Yan whispered, "What plan?"

Wen Wucheng stood up and walked back and forth in the side hall for a few steps, suddenly stopped and asked Meng Yan, "Your Highness, is there any elite dead soldiers in your mansion who absolutely obeys your order?"

"Yes." Meng Yan said anxiously, "Of course there is."

Wen Wucheng asked again: "How many people are there?"

Meng Yan thought for a moment and replied, "There must be two hundred people who are absolutely loyal."

"Are two hundred people?" Wen Wucheng frowned and thought for a moment and said, "It's almost enough."

When Meng Yan heard this, she suddenly felt expectant in her beautiful eyes and asked, "What are the tricks do you have?"

Medical clinic alley, Huichun Pavilion.

There are dozens of clinics of all sizes in the clinic. The living dead clinic is deserted, but the Huichun Pavilion is bustling and bustling. Nothing else, because the Huichun Pavilion is a famous doctor in Luojing. It is said that except for the dead, there is no one who cannot do anything, and he dares not treat it. The medical expenses are a bit expensive, and ordinary civilians look down on him. Fortunately, there are thousands of nobles in Luojing City, so the business of Huichun Pavilion has always been very popular.

Seeing that it was already noon, Zhang Handing began to prepare the medicine box for the treatment.

While helping to put many medicine bottles into the medicine box, the little apprentice asked, "Master, are you going to the Chengnan Arena to treat the traitor again? I asked the disciple to say, don't go, or secretly put a pair of poison to poison the traitor to death. He killed so many people and should have been cut into pieces."

There is a reason why Zhang Handing's little apprentice said this, because every time he goes to the dungeon of the Grand Arena to heal Meng Hu, Zhang Handing has to pay a lot of money. Although Shi Miyuan is an imperial teacher, the medical expenses he gives are pitifully small, and it is not enough to dispose of the guards like wolves and tigers. Therefore, every time he goes to heal Meng Hu, Zhang Handing has to give him a blood.

"Oh, don't talk nonsense."

Zhang Handing sighed and shook his head and said, "This was personally told by Master Emperor, and he also threatened that if the traitor had any good fortune, he would have to pay his life as his master. Alas."

The little apprentice said in surprise: "Ah? There is still this matter?"

Zhang Handing was upset. Seeing that the medicine box had been prepared, he was about to go out, another disciple came in and reported, "Master, Master Wen from the Living Dead Hall has come and said he wants to see you."

"Wen Wucheng? What is he here to do?"

Zhang Handing was a little surprised. Others didn't know Wen Wucheng's ability, but Zhang Handing knew very well. Zhang Handing claimed that he could cure any disease except for dead people, but Wen Wucheng could cure even dead people. Zhang Handing had experienced this skill and admired it very much. However, Wen Wucheng was lazy and arrogant. In addition, the clinic gave a scary name, so the business was very bleak.

Zhang Handing's thought flashed through his mind and said, "Come in by Master Wen."

The disciple took the order. In less than a moment, Zhang Handing saw Wen Wucheng walking in with a young man. He went up to say a few words and was about to sue him and go to the Chengnan Grand Arena, Wen Wucheng said first: "Brother Handing, don't hurry to leave first. I'm here to find you today, but I have something to ask for."

"Well……"

Zhang Handing uh, and said helplessly, "Brother Wucheng, please tell me what you have. As long as it is within your ability, I will never refuse."

Wen Wucheng looked at the little apprentice beside Zhang Handing, but he wanted to speak but stopped.

Zhang Handing understood and turned his head to the little apprentice and said, "You go outside first, and discuss with Master Wen if you have important matters for your teacher."

The little apprentice agreed to take the order. Wen Wucheng smiled and said to him, "Brother Han Ding, you are so inexperienced in practicing medicine in the Chunguan this time. I want me to say that with Brother Han Ding's talent, he is enough to be competent for the position of prime minister of the empire. What is Ye Haotian? I am only worthy of Brother Han Ding, you carry your shoes."

"Brother Wucheng is careful." Zhang Handing was shocked when he heard this, "It would be amazing if the government heard this."

"What's this?" Wen Wucheng smiled and said, "What are Brother Han Ding afraid of?"

"This is not a fear..." Zhang Handing coughed and said, "If you have nothing to do, I have to go to the Chengnan Arena to heal someone, and I will lose my companion."

As he said that, Zhang Handing was about to go out, but unexpectedly, the young man who came with Wen Wucheng suddenly blocked Zhang Handing's way. At the same time, he turned his hand and a sharp dagger had already hit Zhang Handing's waist. Zhang Handing's face suddenly changed and he said in a trembling voice: "You...you...what do you want to do?"

"Brother Han Ding, don't panic."

Wen Wucheng waved his hand and smiled, "This hero has no other meaning. He just wants to learn medicine from you."

"This, this..." Zhang Handing said angrily, "Is he going to learn medicine from me?"

Wen Wucheng said: "This hero is a little anxious, afraid that Brother Han Ding will not agree, so he came up with this bad plan."

"Hmph." Zhang Handing groaned and said, "Wen Wucheng, just say it, what do you want to do?"

Wen Wucheng stopped talking nonsense and gave a wink at the young man. The man knew how to twist Zhang Handing's mouth and stuffed a red pill into Zhang Handing's mouth. Then he slapped Zhang Handing's chest, and Zhang Handing swallowed the pill with a gulp.

After the pill was taken, Zhang Handing was shocked and said, "Wen Wucheng, what did you give me food?"

"It's not a fatal thing," Wen Wucheng smiled, "It's a hundred poison pills made of hundreds of highly poisonous herbs."

"What, Bai Poison Pill!" Zhang Handing changed his face when he heard this and ate, "You, you...what are you going to do?"

The south of Luojing City, the circular arena.

As mentioned earlier, the ground buildings of this arena are arena, but the underground buildings are thousands of large and small prison cells. The underground cells are layered, with a total of nine floors from top to bottom. The deeper the dungeon, the more dangerous prisoners are, and prisoners like Meng Hu and Hua Bao Qiying are of course locked up on the deepest nine floors.

The underground prison in the arena is actually a heavily defended fortress. There are only two passages connected between the various floors. One is a normal staircase for entering and exiting, and the other is a vertical lifting staircase that sends gladiators deep in the ground to the ground. Every time Meng Hu goes on the court, he directly sends them from the lift to the ground. From beginning to end, the shackles on his feet have never been opened.

In addition to these two normal passages, there are ventilation ducts that can only be accessed by mice.

At the entrance of the first floor underground, two teams of twenty elite guards were waiting for the battle. Seeing Zhang Handing coming over with a strange young man, the leader of the garrison team came forward with a dark face, staring at the young man beside Zhang Handing in a sinister manner, and asked in a bad tone: "Doctor Zhang, this person is..."

Zhang Handing hurriedly said, "The general doesn't know that this is my third disciple and rarely appears in front of others. However, this time the younger disciple is sick, and the older disciple and the second disciple are practicing medicine, so they brought it here."

As he said that, Zhang Handing stepped forward and grabbed the right hand of the garrison leader and secretly passed two imperial gold coins over. This is also a common practice. As the saying goes, the King of Hell is better, and the little ghosts are difficult to deal with. Although going to the ninth-level dungeon to heal Meng Hu was an errand in person by the Emperor Master, these guards still dared to reach out to Zhang Handing. Unless Zhang Handing dared to refuse the errand assigned by the Emperor Master, he could only accept the exploitation of these little ghosts obediently.

The garrison captain held two gold coins tightly in his palm, then he muttered and said, "Let's go."

Zhang Handing smiled and then turned around and scolded the young man, "Let's go, why are you still standing there?"

Without saying a word, Zhang Handing finally went down to the ninth floor dungeon after paying nearly thirty gold coins. Finally, he was carefully searched by the two mysterious men wearing black cloaks. He was so careful that even the needles hidden in the corner of his clothes would never escape their eyes, and he was finally able to enter the cell where Meng Hu was imprisoned.

Meng Hu was already very weak at this time. In the past half month, he had eaten very little, but he had bleeding a lot, and his body was covered with hundreds of scars of all sizes. Many wounds had become inflamed and suppurated. If it weren't for his tenacious willpower or if it was someone else, he would have died for a long time.

But even so, Meng Hu has almost reached his limit.

Hearing the iron gate, Meng Hu couldn't help but open his heavy eyelids. He saw two figures walking in one by one, one behind in a daze. Then the scene in his vision gradually became clearer, and the appearance of the two gradually became clearer. The middle-aged man in front was fine, but Meng Hu recognized that he was just a medical officer who had cured him several times of injury. However, the young man behind looked a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while...

When Meng Hu was confused, the young man knelt down in front of Meng Hu, trying his best to suppress himself from crying, and whimpered in a low voice: "General, Shan Bao pays homage to the general..."

Zhang Handing next to him changed his face slightly, and he hurriedly flashed to the iron gate of the cell, focusing on the movement outside.
To be continued...