Judging from the sound, it should be a heavy object, and sure enough, looking over, what I saw from Fu Chen's perspective was a figure struggling in the water.

The prince's suit, and a slightly familiar body shape, just a few hours ago, he had seen this person, the seventh prince Shao Huachi. Fu Chen's keen intuition for danger made Fu Chen move before thinking and turned around and hid in the pillar, covering his body to make sure that he would not be discovered, before he looked away.

I don't know if the area of Yeting Lake is too remote, or if there is some order, there is such a big commotion here, and no one has heard it. But Fu Chen, through years of observation, felt that the latter was more likely.

Shao Huachi completely lost the demeanor of the previous prince, and his fluttering appearance at this time was the same as all the drowning people in the world, and the wolf was unbearable.

There are three princes standing on the shore, led by the second prince Shao Huayang, who has already opened a mansion outside the palace, with a group of doormen and staff, and is currently the most vocal prince on the throne, and the prince who is most similar to Emperor Jin Cheng. He was dressed in a golden python robe, supplemented by gold edges, nine pythons jumped on it as if to break through the clouds, a few days ago his errand was rewarded by the emperor, and coincided with the biological mother - the queen of the Great Jin Dynasty was pregnant again, it was the time of high spirits, beside the eighth prince and the twelfth prince, these two are siblings, both belong to the Shao Huayang faction, they looked at Shao Huachi coldly, from time to time sneering smiles.

"Seventh brother, why did you fall so carelessly, brother, this is calling someone to save you. Although Shao Huayang said so, he stood by the lake without making any movement, broke a willow branch down, and the green leaves shook in the air, and the next moment it was broken in two pieces and thrown onto the surface of the lake, rippling up and down in a circle of ripples.

It seems that in his eyes, this wicker is the Seven Princes.

"Seventh brother, we know that you have a good way of holding your breath underwater, if you want to play us again, we will leave!" The eighth prince was the overlord in and out of the palace when he was young, and the mother concubine's family was the grandson of the elders of the two dynasties.

said words of concern in his mouth, but with an inconspicuous smile on his face, he looked coldly at Shao Huachi, who was struggling.

From the direction of Fu Chen's pavilion, he couldn't hear the conversations of several princes clearly, and could only see Shao Huachi's increasingly weak struggle.

It gurgled for a while, sank, and never floated up again.

There were still circles of ripples on the surface of the water, and it was so simple that it was calm.

Fu Chen's heart was half cold.

In fact, when he rejected the Seven Princes in disguise today, he had a foreknowledge that the Seven Princes had a bad reputation in the palace, especially in the era of believing in ghosts and gods, that like a cursed face and that obedient and gloomy temperament, there are always some inappropriate rumors, although it is strictly forbidden to talk about the rights and wrongs of the master, but who can not have a heart to gossip, and occasionally check the traces. Coupled with character flaws, he made a lot of enemies, and now he has no protection from his mother and has become an outcast, so he responded to the sentence that the phoenix that landed on the ground, it is not as good as a chicken, and it will definitely be retaliated against.

It's just that he didn't expect it to come so quickly and without scruples.

And those princes, especially the leader Shao Huayang, looked at the gradually calming lake without a trace of temperature in their eyes, and did not leave until about half a cup of tea had passed.

And Fu Chen vaguely heard that the noisy cries for help sounded for a long time, and several eunuchs ran over, their movements seemed to be deliberately delayed, and they slowed down a few beats before jumping into the water, groping at will, and going ashore, so I don't know how long it took, Fu Chen felt that his legs were numb, and Yeting Lake was calm again.

When Ma Jin passed, he made sure that no one came before he walked out, and looked at the direction where the man fell into the water, it has been a long time now, I am afraid that he has already become a ghost under the lake, what is the use of him going down.

Then he floated a rag into the lake and carefully wiped the stone tablet in front of the statue, but he noticed that his hands were trembling non-stop, and he almost couldn't even hold the rag.

It's clearly the season of early summer, and it actually comes out of my bones.

The prince's loss of power is still like a dog, not to mention their eunuchs. Only this day, how can he come to hurt the spring and autumn.

After cleaning the Lake Center Pavilion, he once again set his eyes on that place, and the image of the young man struggling appeared in front of him.

Slowly closed his eyes, opened them again, put down the items in his hand, and prepared to take off the coat on his body.

Under this water, I am afraid that the soul will not be able to transcend the life.

In any case, at least in the ground.

"I thought you'd continue to act like you didn't see it. ”

A hoarse sound like a broken gong penetrated into Fu Chen's eardrums, shaking him to the point that his scalp was numb.

It sounded a little like the whistling sound of the cold wind outside the Changchun Gate last night, swishing and swishing, making people uncomfortable.

He searched like a ghost, he was the only one here from just now, where did the voice come from?

I saw a wet person coming out from behind the statue of Jin Taizong, and I don't know how long I stayed there or how long I observed.

The man was like a duck drenched in the rain, swaying from side to side, as if he had lost his strength, his eyelids drooped, his lips were white and purple, and his originally tied hair was like knotted noodles greasy together, but it did not affect the sharp light that burst out of the black pupils like a knife, which was piercing.

The ghost-like face on the other side became more and more hideous and terrifying, and some of the carrion even fell white because of the soaking, while the other side was full of fairy energy.

Fu Chen shuddered, this time it was not that he was afraid, he was not an ancient, and his fear of ghosts and gods had not yet reached the point of madness, but he was a little afraid of his lack of vigilance just now.

"You ......" how can you live!

――Jin.Jiang.Du.Family.Fa.Table――

"You mean, how come I'm still alive?"

The voice of the Seventh Prince seemed to be destroyed due to the toxins in his body, and he was lower and hoarse than ordinary people.

There were a series of footprints and water droplet prints left on the side of the pavilion, and judging from the range of water stains behind the statue, the Seven Princes should have been hiding there a long time ago, but he didn't notice it just now.

is so down-and-out, and it has not reduced the royal nobility at all.

Shao Huachi dragged his wet steps, approaching step by step, like a desperate ghost staring at Fu Chen, a smile appeared on his face, but it was more hideous than when he was not smiling. Maybe when he sank into the water, the Seventh Prince had already considered this step, Fu Chen was a little frightened Shao Huachi's realistic struggle in the water, he could calculate this step for himself, it was too ruthless.

Fu Chen was so frightened by the coldness in Shao Huachi's eyes that he couldn't move, and he even forgot the rules of asking for peace.

That contempt and murderous aura almost instantly made Fu Chen realize that Shao Huachi looked down on him from the bottom of his bones, and even looked at him like he saw a brute who dared to provoke his master, not even a human.

The dark gaze made his head hot, and the consciousness of equality churned in his chest, almost crushing his sanity.

Fu Chen's body trembled violently, like a stuck machine, as if he was being restrained by something, and bent his knees down.

Fell to his knees and slammed into the bluestone floor.

The dull sound of percussion showed how hard he used, and he didn't stop breaking the skin on his forehead.

"The slave doesn't dare, the slave deserves death!" Fu Chen buried himself in the shadows, his expression was cloudy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he spit out words that made his heart tormented, and he still sounded deferential.

He knew that at this moment, Shao Huachi probably hated him and didn't save him, and even the slave Qinzi, who he usually didn't pay attention to, could not take him seriously, and his dignity as a royal nobleman was provoked by him. But he never regretted his actions, why should a prince who has no future be worthy of him sacrificing his life to fight against the three powerful princes.

"You really deserve to die!" Shao Huachi's posture was like a young wolf lying dormant in the dark, the fear of escaping death made him look like he was dancing his teeth and claws, after all, he was just a fourteen-year-old boy, and he lost the protection of his mother overnight, and was harmed by other brothers, which made him afraid, but this fear could not be expressed to anyone.

"Ask Your Highness the Seventh for mercy. "The palm that was originally injured and calloused was pierced again.

Fu Chen's voice exudes a calming atmosphere, which can subtly calm people's moods.

Before Shao Huachi realized it, his expression softened slightly.

It's just that in my heart, I'm still very nervous.

Originally, Shao Huachi treated this little eunuch a little differently, but now this thought has also fermented and deteriorated, and he Shao Huachi can't afford such a cool minion. Seeing the little eunuch's respectful and sincere and fearful posture, Shao Huachi suddenly felt that his current self was so pathetic, ridiculous, and lamentable.

Has he been so humble as to get that bit of dignity from a minion?

Fu Chen heard the hoarse laughter of a night owl above, and walked farther and farther.

"Because he loved to kneel, he knelt outside. "From afar, Shao Huachi's order came.

"Yes. ”

"When the sun sets, go back. ”

"The slave obeyed the order and sent off the Seventh Highness. ”

Until the person was far away, Fu Chen slowly raised his head and looked at the blood on the floor tiles.

Wipe quietly until the light is discerning.

Spreading out the fleshy palm, it seems that this time the wound medicine is needed.

It's going to cost money again.