After that sound, Ming Jinghan couldn't help being scared anymore, and the tears in his eyes that he desperately endured instantly covered his eyes, and he could only dimly see the dark cyan Xianxian approaching, and the voice that had been shouting a little hoarse echoed in his ears.

"Your Highness, don't be afraid, the road ahead is not very good, we can't run over again, wait for the slave to hold Your Highness, we will fall to the ground, but Your Highness, don't be afraid, it won't hurt at all."

Jing Hao licked his dry lips, smiled at Xiao Douding, who was looking at him with a pale face in panic, and softened his hoarse tone to comfort him, "Your Highness believes me, the slave will not let His Highness get hurt, and His Highness just needs to remember to let go of the hand holding the horse." ”

Xiao Douding, whose face was full of tears, nodded vigorously.

Jing Hao took a deep breath, kept the two horses side by side, lifted his breath and pedaled hard, rubbed his body and pounced straight towards Xiao Douding, Xiao Dou Ding just let go, and the two of them finally avoided the fate of being trampled into meat after falling off the horse, and fell on the grass on one side.

Rolled a few laps on the grass, relieved the inertia of running fast before, took a few breaths, looked at Xiao Douding, who was well protected by her, smiled at the person who seemed to be a little scared, and touched his wind-blown hair soothingly.

"Did Your Highness fall somewhere?"

Xiao Douding looked at her blankly, and waited until she repeated the words before she shook her head with a bubble of tears, her face full of grievances.

"Look, Your Highness, the minion said he wouldn't hurt you." Jing Hao picked out the withered grass hanging in his soft hair, and looked at Xiao Douding's unconsciously deflated little mouth and the tears that could not fall in his big black eyes, "So can Your Highness not look like a slave has made a big mistake?" ”

The pouting little bean looked up at her, and suddenly plunged into her arms, his face buried in her shoulder, his hands wrapped around her arms and grabbed the robe behind her back, and his voice was muffled.

"Xianxian, my father really doesn't like me, he wants me to die like this."

The originally immature voice was instantly detached from its childishness, and with a firm tone, it said the fact that it was enough to make a child who longed for his father's love and worshiped his father sad.

"He really wanted to kill me, and he took me to the horse with his own hands."

The sound was accompanied by the dampness that spread around her neck, soaking through several layers of fabric, soaking through her skin.

Jing Hao can't say words of comfort, she can still say that there is no such thing as other children, but Ming Jinghan can't, Pingzong's killing intent has not disappeared, if he doesn't take precautions, and if something like this happens again in the future, it is unknown whether he can pick up a life.

And with her current identity as a person who is controlled everywhere, it is impossible to protect him all the time.

But when she thought of the excited child before she came, her words of admission were blocked in her throat, and she didn't want to rub salt on the newly torn wound.

In the end, she just raised her arms and wrapped her arms around Xiao Douding, who was crying and trembling a little in her arms, "The slave will accompany His Highness," she stated the facts, comforting the child who was about to start facing constant tribulations in the gentlest voice, "Until Your Highness doesn't need a minion, the slave will always accompany Your Highness." ”

By the time Wei Xian was stabbed to death, Xiao Douding should have been seventeen or eighteen years old, and the people who could hurt him had become a piece of loess, and he would really stand at the top of this world, grasp the supreme power, and become the most dazzling Ming Jun in the "History of Taiming", and make eternal feats that can only be praised by future generations.

Feeling the hand behind her getting harder and harder, Jing Hao gently patted the back of Xiao Douding, who was crying a lot, and made a promise softly.

"I will help Your Highness."

Both horses ran away, and the two of them could only walk back to the camp in a wolf manner, Jing Hao originally wanted to carry a □□ of weak little bean ding, but was ruthlessly refused, and when he encountered a quagmire on the way, he also stepped on two feet, causing half of his body to be muddy.

Ming Jinghan looked down at the robe on his body that could no longer see the original color, and reached out fiercely to wipe his eyes, completely holding back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes.

"Xianxian," Xiao Douding's voice was still hoarse after crying, "Don't say that you saved me, you can say that I fell off the horse myself." ”

Be stunned for a moment.

Xiao Douding looked at him steadily, there were still undried tears in his red eyes, and his hoarse voice was helpless like a little leopard that had been caught with a wound for the first time, and while he endured the pain and licked the wound clean, he was worried about the fate of starvation.

"I can't let him kill you again, if it was really you who saved me, he would definitely kill you."

Xiao Douding still had messy undried tears on his face, but he tried to steer his expression and showed the bravest appearance to try to protect the people around him under his already crazy father.

"I know that the previous Tian Zhang and they were all dead, and I heard them all when they were secretly talking below," Xiao Douding kept reaching out to wipe his eyes, stopping the tears that were about to snatch his eyes repeatedly, and stood in place and stared at her, "I will also protect Xianxian and will not let Xianxian be like them." ”

Jing Hao suddenly reached out and touched his head, there was dry mud on his soft hair, and it was a little prickly, but she couldn't help but smile at the little bean in front of her.

"Okay, Your Highness protects me, I protect Your Highness, and no one can hurt us."

Pingzong waited for the news in the same place, and unconsciously followed the previous train of thought, recalling the events of his childhood, when the queen mother was the queen, but she was favored by the beauties who kept entering the palace, and there were many sons of the father, and he was a son-in-law who had no interest, and he was drowned in a group of brothers early.

Their mother and son were really struggling at that time.

But at that time, the queen mother would protect him everywhere, clothes and meals, everything was meticulous, although he did not have the love of his father, but he had the honor of a son-in-law and an almost omnipotent queen mother.

But since he ascended to this position, the queen mother has changed, she no longer protects him, but opposes him everywhere, all his actions are nonsense, and even the holy decree is like a dead letter.

He doesn't look like an emperor, like a puppet.

Now that the man who used him as a puppet is dead, there is no one to stop him, to interfere with all his decisions, yes, no one again.

As soon as Heizong squeezed out some smiles, he turned his eyes and saw two people walking in the distance.

The child who walked in front almost saw him and rushed over, his red eyes were indistinguishable, and in the end they all became overwhelming grievances, "Father, son...... My son can ride a horse, but the horse turned me upside down......"

"Turn you upside down?" Heizong repeated, looking at his son, who had unconsciously avoided his gaze, and then vainly at the eunuch who was following him, full of wolves, "You yourself fell off the horse, but you didn't suffer any injuries?" ”

Ming Jinghan's little blood-colored face turned pale in an instant, and he trembled his lips and wanted to say something to round the lie back, but he couldn't even say a word.

"Back to Your Majesty," Jing Hao knelt down respectfully, bowing his head and not looking at the expressions of anyone present, "When the servant arrived, he happened to see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince fall off his horse, and only saw a phantom in the distance. ”

She licked her dry lips, and her hoarse tone became more and more like a soul coming to complain in the wind-whistling wilderness, "The slave heard that the old man in the folk family dies, and he is reluctant to leave for a certain period of time, and they will wander in the sun to protect the descendants of their relatives. ”

Someone beside him exclaimed.

Heimune's voice trembled, "You...... You, nonsense, you shut up for me! ”

Jing stopped his mouth and knelt still, staring at the gaze on his scalp as if he was unconscious, what kind of person Pingzong was in general, she had learned about it when she checked the information before, he had survived under his mother's wing all his life, even if he really had power now, he was more like a lion in captivity, with teeth and claws extracted.

No matter how ruthless he pretends, he unconsciously cowards himself when he mentions the Queen Mother.

I think that the queen also expected his temperament, so she would put her, who dared to use the queen mother as a card, next to her son.

Instead of guarding against Pingzong, it is better to guard against the concubines beside him who are good at speculating on the holy will and wishing to let their son ascend to the supreme position.

Jing Hao knelt and thought about the situation he might face in the future, until his knees were a little numb, and then he heard a voice with gritted teeth, "Swing and go back to the palace." ”

In the twenty-third and twenty-fourth years of Jing'an, the palace people of the entire Chongming Palace were spent in fear, His Majesty became more and more dissatisfied with His Royal Highness the Prince, and repeatedly issued the abolished edict but was detained by the Zhongshu Pavilion, a group of old ministers talked about the century-old foundation from Jiangshan Sheji in the court, and from time to time they took out the deeds when the Queen Mother was still there.

However, the more crazy His Majesty is, the more competitive the prince becomes, although he is still young, but not only is his civil and military practice above the princes, but he is more polite to the courtiers.

His Majesty can't abolish the prince, but he doesn't care about his face anymore, the □□ who go through the motions in the Chongming Hall can make a book, and the assassins who come and go are like birds passing by, so many that even the palace people who are sweeping outside the courtyard have felt numb when they meet them, and they can only sigh - fortunately, there is Gonggong Wei.

Speaking of this Wei Gonggong, the small jar in the Chongming Hall who is responsible for passing the food is simply dancing with his eyebrows, and his tone is already a living bodhisattva who treats people as life-saving, "...... That time, Concubine Liu personally gave a eight-treasure exquisite duck, and she smelled the smell without opening the lid, it was really ...... I still think I'm really blessed to be able to try the food, Gonggong Wei has been in court,

He opened his voice, and then someone applauded, "What kind of strange thing are you talking about, I was patrolling the yard before, I felt a cold back of my neck, and there was a dead person next to me, and Grandpa Wei stood on the porch and walked back, so he ordered 'clean up', I thought it was me who commanded, and before I could do it, a few black-clothed people came down from the eaves, and they cleaned up in the blink of an eye, and there was not even a single hair left." ”

Regarding this kind of experience, every palace person in Chongming Hall can say something different, and immediately compared what he had seen and heard, and finally nodded in unison.

Fortunately, Grandpa Wei is here.

Outside the Chongming Palace, the waiting palace maids finally heard the movement inside, and rushed in to prepare to serve His Royal Highness the Prince.

The bright yellow curtain was opened, and His Royal Highness the Prince, who had grown rapidly in the past two years, was no longer the little bean who would hide under the bed and deliberately not let the palace maids find him, his eyes circled behind the palace maids, and he didn't see the person he wanted to see, so he sank his face and let them serve the change of clothes and wash.

Until he sat next to the breakfast, there was no one in sight, and Ming Jinghan put down his chopsticks and rested his appetite, "Where is Wei Xian?" Call her to me. ”

The palace maid who was asked by him fell to her knees with a "plop", and even her voice trembled, "Slave...... Slave and maid, slave and maid do not know. ”

When Gonggong Wei was taken away by the people of the Shen Criminal Division last night, he said that they should stabilize His Royal Highness the Crown Prince first, but His Royal Highness is so easy to deceive, and it is not that no one has deceived him before, but His Royal Highness saw Gonggong Wei who was carried back in a bloody coma with half of his body, and directly asked someone to kill the palace maid who deceived him alive.

She didn't dare to cheat even if she wanted to.

As soon as he saw her expression, Ming Jinghan didn't need her to say anything more, he directly lifted the table in front of him, and looked like a trapped beast that had been aroused by anger.

He shook his hand tightly, his eyes were red on his childish face, and he was looking for something to vent in the mess, "He wants me to die, he just wants me to die...... Then why don't you just kill me, just come over and kill me with a knife yourself! ”

A group of palace people shrank in the corner, trembling, but none of them dared to say a word.

In the past two years, in order to protect His Royal Highness, Father-in-law Wei has become a thorn in the flesh of His Majesty's eyes, and when he finds the opportunity, he can't wait to peel off a layer of skin, although Grandpa Wei can survive every time, but when he saw the people who were carried back with blurred flesh and blood a few times before, even the imperial doctor said that he couldn't get it back.

His Highness looked like crazy at that time.

Obviously he was still a villain under the age of five, but he couldn't even stop the three guards, and the queen mother who came in a hurry was stopped outside the door, and everything else in the hall was smashed except for the bed where Grandpa Wei was lying.

Later, it was Gonggong Wei who woke up, wrote the prescription, and poured three doses to save his life.

When His Royal Highness went crazy, Gonggong Wei could stop it, and if any of them dared to fight for face at this time, they might be smashed in the head at some point.

"Your Highness."

The sudden voice at the door of the hall seemed to press a pause button for the people inside, and Ming Jinghan looked over in disbelief, "Xianxian? ”

Jing Hao put down the hand covering his shoulder blade and stepped into the hall, signaling the palace people who were shrunk on one side to clean up the broken porcelain scraps on the ground, "Your Highness is dissatisfied with the meal, let the palace people change, why bother to lose such a temper." ”

"You...... Are you okay? But ......"

Before His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's words were finished, a little eunuch ran in from outside in a panic, and was still panting when he knelt down to reply, "Your Royal Highness...... Your Highness, Your Majesty, Your Majesty has died! ”

In the winter of the twenty-fourth year of Jing'an, Pingzong dramatically repeated the trajectory of the Empress Dowager, suddenly fell to the ground when he got up on the main hall, and swallowed his last breath before the imperial doctor arrived.

The death of His Majesty, the emperor who had been proud for less than two years, relieved all the ministers, and at the suggestion of the empress, the six-year-old prince was put on the throne, and planned to order all the princes to leave Kyoto and go to the fiefdom, and the concubines who had no heirs were sent to the royal temple.

Chong'an for a year.

The most prosperous era in the history of the Taiming Dynasty is about to kick off, and the traitorous eunuch who was scolded by successive historians will also completely embark on the trajectory of history.