"Father, it's too simple here, you have Spring and Autumn again, and you are tired for half a day, you should also sit down and rest,"

King Yan's eyes flashed, and when he looked at the sage, he resumed his appearance of filial piety, and repeatedly persuaded him: "If the father and emperor feel that the cold palace is unlucky, we might as well find another place and stay for a while." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

He still had a sentence to say: even if there were still Jinfang Guards or Jinyi Guards lurking in the palace, it would take some time for them to come over.

The noise outside is getting louder and louder, and it is obvious that the searching Tartars are slowly surrounding, and if they have no precautions here, they will most likely be blocked in the side hall.

King Yan thought for a while, and suddenly showed a look of surprise on his face, "Father, my son remembers that there is a palace not far from here, which is where Concubine Xianmu lives, which has been idle for many years, and the location is remote, so those Tartars will not find it easily." ”

King Yan's biological mother is Mu Guifei, although she has the same surname as Concubine Mu, she is not a family, and she doesn't have much contact on the surface.

Of course, it is difficult to say whether the two people (or the family they represent) are connected in private.

At least on the surface, King Yan proposed to take refuge in Concubine Mu's residence, but he seemed very objective and had no selfish intentions.

The sage's eyes were deep and dark, hiding all the emotional fluctuations under his eyes.

He pondered for a moment and nodded slowly, "Yes, Xiaoliu, if you don't mention it, I almost forgot this place." Okay, let's go there and take a look before the Scales Guard arrives. ”

King Yan hurriedly agreed, dragging his sick body and holding the saint's arm with both hands, "Father, be careful~~"

Under the protection of the Praetorian Guards, the father and son cautiously touched the palace on the west side.

No, they were so cautious, but they still alarmed a few Tartars not far away, and a scuffle was inevitable.

"Father, be careful!"

King Yan 'struggled' to pounce on the sage, but he was too weak to save him, so he still let the Tartar injure the emperor in the melee.

The saint stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Yan Wang Xu saw his father's injury with his own eyes, and his anxiety and grief stimulated his potential to the maximum, and he rushed to the saint with the fastest speed in his life, using his body as a shield to firmly protect his father behind him.

At the same time, he flailed his arms frantically, as if he were not going to die.

Fortunately, those Praetorian Guards were not vegetarians, at first due to the large number of opponents, they were slightly at a disadvantage, but now that they are familiar with the opponent's routines, they quickly have a strategy to deal with them, and beat the Tartars to the ground, and finally had to retreat in embarrassment.

The saint and the king of Yan escaped the catastrophe.

The Praetorian Guards picked up the two masters and ran quickly towards the palace.

"Little Liu, you, you stupid boy!"

When the sage saw that his son was desperately trying to save him, a father, despite his own physical weakness, he was extremely excited, and his eyes looked at King Yan with great love.

"Father, does it matter if you are injured? Let the retainers take a look! ”

There was not a trace of blood on King Yan's emaciated face, but it was full of sweat, and he called out for a rough breath and said to the sage eagerly.

As he spoke, he looked at the saint's left shoulder with great concern. Someone slashed there, and the bright yellow dragon robe was torn into a big gap, and blood seeped out.

King Yan accidentally wiped a handful of blood, but was surprised to find that the blood was not normal bright red, but dark red.

He was taken aback for a moment, and he didn't care about the dignity of the monarch and the minister, so he reached out and tore open the saint's shirt, revealing a two-inch-long wound.

"It's not good, the knife that killed the talent was quenched with poison."

King Yan was shocked, and when he talked about the 'poison' at the end, his voice was out of tune.

"I—I'll go to the Imperial Doctor."

King Yan had tears in his eyes, and said in a choked voice: "Father, you are auspicious, you will be fine." ”

The saint turned his head to look at the wound, and saw that the wound had swollen a large part, and the blood that had come out had turned black.

He was indeed poisoned, and looking at the terrible condition of this wound, he could deduce that the poison in it was very domineering.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but after seeing all this with his own eyes, the saint suddenly felt difficult to breathe, and his limbs became numb.

He even felt his life being lost bit by bit.

At this moment, King Yan suddenly tore off half of his sleeve, tore the sleeve into strips of cloth, and then pierced the sage's shoulder socket to tightly tie the poisoned wound.

While rescuing, he couldn't stop comforting his father, "Father, your old man is the Son of Heaven, with God's protection, and this is your birthday, you will definitely be able to die in trouble." Woo, father, don't close your eyes, the prince and his son still need you. ”

King Yan's mention of the 'prince' at this time is definitely not untargeted.

Sure enough, when the sage with his eyelids drooping a little bit heard these two words, he suddenly came to his senses again, he tried his best to keep his composure, and looked at King Yan with a pair of eyes fixedly.

King Yan's eyes were as clear as water, and his big eyes were full of worries about his father and anxiety about the future. However, he tried his best to keep his composure, and tried to comfort his father who had been poisoned.

…… From his eyes to his expression, to his body language, King Yan is a 'filial son' from the inside out.

is so pure and filial, so caring, what a rare good child in the royal family.

The sage closed his eyes, took out a superb sheep fat jade carved fish talisman from his bosom with difficulty, and handed it to King Yan tremblingly, "Take it, take it, this is the seal letter of the Jinyi Guard, I'm afraid it won't work, Xiaoliu, you have to be good." ”

The saint's voice became weaker and weaker, and although he had a strip of cloth tied around his shoulder, which temporarily slowed down the spread of the toxin, he was old, and he was tired, frightened and frightened for most of the day today, and his spirit and body were a little overdrawn.

At this moment, the saint looked very weak, and his face was also covered with a layer of sudden death.

Anyone who sees him like this will also make a speculation that 'his life is not long'.

King Yan tried his best to suppress the ecstasy in his chest, and did not immediately reach out to take it, but said with a crying voice: "Father, don't say such frustrating words, you, you will be fine, woo, you will be fine!" ”

The sage pulled out a smile and stuffed the fish talisman to King Yan, but said in his mouth: "If I go, the crown prince will succeed you, Xiaoliu, you are a good boy, you will definitely assist the prince well, right?" ”

King Yan's body stiffened slightly, but he reacted quickly, recovered in an instant, and just said: "No, no, father, you are the true son of heaven, and with the dragon qi to protect your body, you will definitely save the day." ”

Anyway, he just doesn't accept the words of 'the prince succeeds to the throne and assists the new monarch'.

He behaved like that, just like all the filial sons who don't want their fathers to 'grow old', and the saint is both sour and relieved.

However, the sage still held on to his spirit and explained to King Yan, "The prince is calm, generous, and friendly to his brothers, he is the emperor, and he is good for you." However, this brocade guard is temporarily kept by you, and it is not too late to hand it over to the prince after you are sure that the prince is worthy of the heavy responsibility of the Great Qi Emperor. ”

After all, the sage still had a little bit of anxiety about the crown prince, so he handed over one of the most secret troops of the Great Qi Dynasty to King Yan and asked him to supervise it.

For King Yan, the sage's decision is definitely a great trust, and at the same time, it has reached an immeasurable underground power, as long as he manages the Jinyi Guard well, it will not be difficult for him to oust the emperor from power one day.

If you are any other person, after hearing this arrangement of the saint, you will be pleasantly surprised, and even grateful to the emperor.

However, King Yan didn't feel this way at all - they were all the emperor's sons, they were so 'filial', and they were the only son of the emperor before he died, and the emperor refused to pass on the throne to him?

What is in charge of the brocade guard, no matter how great the authority is, it will not be able to see the light.

But now is not the time to turn around, because there is still a very important thing that has not yet been obtained, that is, the heirloom jade seal.

King Yan pinched his palm hard, trying to control his emotions, and choked up: "Son, son can be saved." But, you-"

Before he finished his words, there was a drum noise outside, and King Yan deliberately made a panicked look, looked left and right, and said in a low voice: "Father, you can sit down for a while, and my son will go out and have a look." ”

The saint seemed to have exhausted all his life, and he didn't even have the strength to speak, so he only beat his head weakly.

King Yan led the two Praetorian Guards out.

After a while, there was an even more intense sound outside, mixed with the sound of shouting and killing, and the screams and screams that broke through the sky.

After a cup of tea, his voice gradually weakened.

But suddenly, I don't know who shouted: "Oh no, the Tartars have set fire to the palace, run away~~~"

The remaining Praetorian Guards hurriedly gathered around the saint and said eagerly: "Saint, it is estimated that they can't find you and want to deliberately set fire to force you to appear." ”

The saint was already in a semi-comatose state, and his breath was faintly as if it had disappeared.

"Oh no, there's really a fire outside, and the smoke is billowing out, and they make a good 'no plan'."

A Praetorian Guard felt out to take a look and found that there was really a fire, so he ran back in a panic.

"Ahem, the wind has changed, and all the smoke has poured in," the dozen or so Praetorian Guards in the palace coughed one after another, looking a little embarrassed.

The saint was also smoked by the smoke rushing in, and instinctively coughed a few times, and his mind was a little clearer.

Struggling to open his eyes, the saint pointed to the purse on his waist and said a few words with difficulty.

The commander of the Praetorian Guard nodded vigorously, and then choked up: "Rest assured, the saint, his subordinates will definitely convey this to the crown prince." ”

A quarter of an hour later, the commander stood respectfully in front of King Yan, holding a purse with a bright yellow embroidered dragon pattern in both hands, "This is the key, the sage said that there is a mezzanine wall in the imperial study, and there is a Hundred Treasure Pavilion in the wall, among which there is a red sandalwood box with a lock, and the jade seal is placed there." ”

Under normal circumstances, the jade seal is guarded by a special henchman eunuch.

However, in recent times, many people of unknown origin have appeared in the city, and the saint was worried that there would be any accidents, so he temporarily put away the jade seal.

"Very good, let's go, let's go get the jade seal!"

King Yan swept away Fang Cai's illness, his waist was straight, and the momentum of the whole person also changed suddenly, one moment he was still a weak and sick prince, and the next moment he became a young man who was still thin but full of sharpness.

Look at the grandeur of his whole body, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, which can take people's lives in an instant.

So, saint?

The Commander hesitated and turned his head to look at the palace of fire, his lips squirming, but in the end he didn't say a word.

King Yan didn't seem to see the leader's expression, so he simply turned around and led a team of men and horses directly to the imperial study, and on the way, he also issued several orders one after another-

"Is the edict in the front hall written? Make those people move faster! ”

"If you can't find the prince, you won't look for it for the time being, and directly let people say that the prince killed his father and killed the king, but in the end he was buried in the fire with the saint."

It doesn't matter whether the prince is dead or alive, what matters is how he, a successful person, declares it to the public.

As long as he gets the jade seal and sits on the dragon chair, even if the prince is still alive, he can say that the prince is dead.

"He really didn't look back?"

There was no joy or anger on the saint's face, and there was no fluctuation in his voice, and he said this very calmly.

"Nope! Alas, I really didn't see it, Xiao Liu is still a 'decisive killing' character,"

In the palace full of smoke, there was a woman sitting cross-legged, only to hear her say coldly: "Tsk, what kind of bullshit commander still can't bear to look back again, but Xiaoliu doesn't even owe a corner of his eye, so ruthless, he is also a person who can make big things." ”

The saint did not hear the sarcasm in the woman's words, and continued to ask calmly, "What about the queen mother and the crown prince?" Are they alright? ”

The fair-skinned softness fanned lightly in front of her, and the woman said with a little admiration: "The prince has made me a little impressed, I see him gentle and gentle on weekdays, and there is no decision of the superior, but now I look at him, he is really our Xiao family, and he is ruthless from his bones." ”

After the incident, the prince found that his father had abandoned him and ran away with a sick and crooked Yan Wang. The prince was not angry, but immediately took a few henchmen, and rushed out of the front hall with the two 'Great Qi Pillar Stones' of the first and second assistants.

Relying on his familiarity with the situation in the palace, the prince led a few people to temporarily hide in an abandoned underground sewer near the East Palace, completely avoiding the round-up of Tartars and rebels.

The reason why the woman said that he was ruthless was mainly that he was able to make a choice in an emergency-in fact, according to his ability, he could save a few more people, such as the nearest few clans and nobles.

For another example, the prince had the opportunity to rush to the harem before the Tartar operation, and he didn't need him to save others, so he rescued the queen mother, the queen and several other women who were very important to him.

But he just endured the worries and anxieties in his heart and did not act, for no other reason, he had to ensure the safety of himself and the two old foxes. In the prince's view, there is still a difference between being able to do it and being able to do it with full certainty of success.

Don't be surprised, know how to make trade-offs, and be ruthless...... The prince's performance today is full of the Xiao family's style, and even the women are amazed.

After listening to the woman's live broadcast, the saint flashed with satisfaction in his eyes, he was worthy of being the heir he had chosen, and it was really good.

"Almost, close the net!"

The saint was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice. The 'fish' hidden deep in the water have come out, and it's time for this farce to come to an end!

PS: What, try to end this episode tomorrow. Thank you Ah Jiu Lao Wine Pro's little pink, thank you for your subscription, thank you! (To be continued.) )