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Gongzi Wuqi suddenly saw that Zhongsun Yiyue was a few steps away from him, and he picked up the long sword on the ground with one foot and stabbed straight at the other party, as fast as thunder.

At this moment, suddenly a person rode a tall horse and shouted, "Stop, pass on Your Majesty's message." ”

Gongzi Wuwu stopped his hand when he heard this, his eyes widened angrily, his sword was only a finger away from Zhongsun Yiyue's neck, and if it was a little earlier, Zhongsun Yiyue would definitely die.

Zhongsun Yiyue's face turned pale, and for a moment she thought that she was dead, and her robe was actually wet.

Gongzi Wuqi held his sword tightly, his knuckles gurgled, his eyes narrowed slightly, once the day passed, there would be no chance to get rid of this scum of the royal family in the future, his heart was extremely hot, but there was no way.

He looked up at the sky and the moon, sighed, threw away the long sword, touched her hair comfortingly, walked up to the man, and knelt down on one knee, "Erchen, take the order." ”

Everyone knelt down in unison, and the man cleared his throat and said, "Qilin, this matter is already known to the widow, and you also have merit in reading your Uncle Wang, and the merits and demerits are offset by a fine of two years and a one-year confinement, so forget it!" ”

Then he said, "Brother Wang, do what you need to do quickly, you don't need to say more, right?" There will be a next time, and we will never be spared. Chin this. ”

"Son's command." Gongzi had no loss and hated in his heart, this oracle came too suddenly, so he got up.

The messenger did not stop, but bowed and said two polite words and departed.

The young lady in the pavilion saw that at this time, the stone in her heart fell to the ground, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief, stroked her chest and said, "Huan'er's news was delivered in a timely manner." ”

Gongzi has excellent ear power, he looked up, and saw a girl standing in the attic, delicate figure, white veil covering her face, he knew that Zhongsun Yiyue had a daughter named Zhongsun Mingzhu, ordinary appearance, but very literary and strategic, remembering that there was a maid on the way shouting to ask the imperial doctor and running out of the house, now this girl is standing here, the imperial doctor did not invite, but asked for an edict. It seems that she sent the message.

When the girl saw that her son was at a loss, she turned around in a panic, and the maid closed the window. She thought that her voice was very small, but she didn't expect him to hear it, her heart was fluttering, she didn't go out of the boudoir, she rarely saw a man on weekdays, she had already heard of the deeds of the Third Highness, and she had a little admiration for this legendary figure, but she never thought that she would see such a scene today, and it seemed that there would be no chance to see each other again in the future.

Her father's mistakes are too numerous to mention, but after all, it is her father, she can not marry, but she can't live without her father.

The dark night, the bright courtyard, silent, as if no one was there.

The son did not lose anything and did not speak, his face was dark, and his eyes looked at this Uncle Wang.

This Zhongsun Yiyue was angry and hateful, this time he was also frightened, on weekdays, he relied on himself to be a relative of the emperor and the country, and he was domineering, the reincarnation of this plague god who no one hurt really dared to touch him, he was not afraid of losing his official position and not afraid of dying, how could there be such a person in this world, not fighting for himself and others, he was also dizzy.

He was relieved before he said, "Virtuous nephew, Uncle Wang will prepare grain and grass immediately, and I will send it over tonight." ”

"Then there is Uncle Lao." He saluted, and then he took the people away.

Zhongsun Yiyue looked at his back, the hatred in his eyes increased, and when he walked away, Zhongsun Yiyue jumped like thunder, scolding and scolding in his mouth, he couldn't wait to pick his skin, and swore that one day he would taste the consequences without mentioning it.

On the chariot on the way back, Zhongsun Wuqi kept clenching his fists, his injured hand, and the blood in his palm dripped down his robe to the ground, and he didn't care, his eyes were gloomy and terrible.

"Your Highness, can you show me the wound?" Chen Ling's hand gently caressed his cold hand, he felt warm, lowered his eyes to look at her hand, and then looked at her face, his expression was in a trance for a moment.

It was he who was annoyed, so he didn't notice that she was looking at him worriedly, and he didn't know what to say, and he thought that she jumped down to protect him for him, such a little woman, how dare she?

Could it be that she is willing to work hard in order to win her trust?

He didn't know whether to be happy or sad in his heart, and his hands were no longer clenched into fists, only to realize that he didn't know when his hands were full of blood.

Seeing her frowning and slowly opening his hand, she bit her lip, and he wanted to reach out his other hand to caress her lips, but he never to.

There was some medicine in the car, she picked up a bottle of trauma medicine and carefully poured it on his hand, he frowned slightly, without saying a word, she nervously blew his hand, like coaxing a child, saying "no pain, no pain...... and then skillfully bandaged it.

He looked at his bandaged hand, but what he was thinking about was Uncle Wang's matter today.

She looked at his expression, as if she could read his sadness, she raised her hand to stroke his slightly frowning brow, she said, "If you can't be courteous to a concubine, you can't punish a doctor, does Your Highness think it's unfair?" Your Highness is sad? ”

Childe looked at her without a loss, and didn't speak, but his heart was shaking, it seemed that everyone felt that he was unreasonable and unworthy, who knew his heart, he had endured unfairness since he was a child, what about reading thousands of books? What about being familiar with history? What about the formation? What about practicing martial arts? If he doesn't please his father at all, and what others can easily get, he will spend ten times or even a hundred times the effort, and he may not be able to ask for it, so he simply doesn't ask for it, whether he can get it or not, and does things with his heart.

Later, when he became an adult, his father was forced to give him things to do, big and small things, and after seeing a lot, he knew that there were people in this world who worked a hundred times harder than him but were easily satisfied, the poor broke the law and were felony, and the officials who broke the law were either suppressed or forgiven, and the people who didn't deserve to die died, but the people who deserved to die were living well, and his ability was limited, and he was limited in what he could do, and he felt that he was not understood, and occasionally felt empty.

These, does she understand?

Chen Ling's heart hurt slightly, in fact, if she didn't come from modern times, she would feel that everything was normal, but because she came from a relatively fair society, she had lived in this place for ten years, and she had seen too many plausible things, so she was quite touched, she worked hard to integrate into this society, but she missed the past very much.

Chen Ling suddenly remembered the injury on his back, so he said, "Your Highness, turn around, Ling Er will look at the injury on his back for His Highness." ”

Childe turned around when she heard this, she frowned and looked at the wound on his back, his clothes were torn, the wound was oozing blood, he took off his shirt, revealing the wound, and she continued, "If you want to win the hearts of the people, the emperor, the officials, and the common people are all equal, the same rites and the same sin, no one is born a slave, can Your Highness know the law?" Do you know that the prince is guilty of the same crime as the common people? ”

Gongzi's back stiffened when he heard this, Chen Ling thought that she hurt him when she took the medicine, and he blew the wound in distress, his tired eyes suddenly widened, and his heterochromatic eyes couldn't hide the shock, in this way, how could he have heard it, is this the Mo family's remarks? Is this the ultimate intention of the Mo family? He often hides his emotions in anger and hides his emotions, and this time he was so shocked. Fortunately, she was behind her and couldn't see his expression.

He calmed down his emotions and said slowly, "It's easier said than done, the same ceremony is the same crime, no one is born a slave, it's not easy to talk about." ”

Chen Ling skillfully wrapped the strap for him, and his face turned crimson.

The wound was bandaged, Chen Ling took out his clothes in the car, he put on his middle coat, Chen Ling took his cyan straight jacket again, and served him to put it on.