- Li Gai couldn't believe that with the emperor's current martial arts, in such an open environment on all sides, he couldn't dodge an obstacle that just fell from one direction above his head?

Unless he's so badly injured when he's here!

This is the last thing Li Gai wants. 【Book by】

The heaviest pile of ruins involved had been cleared, and Li Gai temporarily called the short sword guards who were carrying out the cleanup work aside, and only called out one of his own shadow guards.

Dressed in black clothes, black boots and black gloves, wearing a helmet that fully covered his head, and only a pair of pupils were exposed, the shadow guard picked up the bloody man lying on Wang Chi's body at the signal of Li Gai. Li Gai finally squatted down, helped Wang Chi up halfway, and sat on his shoulder. The result of the examination, which made him feel a little more relaxed, did not seem to have any external injuries on Wang Chi's body, but his right hand had been tightly held in his heart, clutching the cloth, which was obviously the source of his unbearable pain.

Li Gai's gaze swept over Wang Chi's frowning brows again, he was very puzzled, Wang Chi was not a person who was riddled with illnesses, in fact, his physique had been tempered by the harsh climate and environment of Biansai when he was young, and his body was much stronger than that of healthy people in the south.

His mind was only a slight pause, and Li Gai freed up one of the hands that were holding Wang Chi, and his fingers slid to his wrist.

After a moment of detention, Li Gai suddenly understood. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it quickly subsided, and then he calmly raised the palm of the hand that had just diagnosed Wang Chi's wrist vein, the palm bone crackled and made a low sound, and his five fingers slowly flexed, as if grasping something.

- Only the shadow guard closest to him at this moment had a chance to see that in the hand that the Grand Commander had raised, there was a faint substance that distorted the transparent air.

The invisible energy held in his hand was slightly knotted, and the hand that was hooked like an eagle's claw slowly spread out again, soft as the wind, against Wang Chi's chest, and gently pushed up.

After only a few moments, Wang Chi's clenched fist in his heart slowly loosened and hung down at his side. His frown flattened at this point.

Li Gai continued to push his palms and rub his palms in front of Wang Chi's chest, and after another moment, fine sweat began to ooze from his forehead, and wisps of heat were already leaking out of Wang Chi's forehead. It is necessary to evacuate the strange energy that is stuck in Wang Chi's heart. And it is necessary to minimize the damage to his body by doing so, and Li Gai must be more careful and patient.

Although Li Gai had suppressed the majestic energy in the meridians around him as much as possible, turning them into a breeze and drizzle, and then penetrating Wang Chi's blocked meridians to comb through, for Wang Chi, the feeling that this massage brought to him was still not too easy.

It has been many years since I have exchanged martial arts with my good brother in the complex meridians of the human body.

Wang Chi felt that he had a dream that felt quite far away, because this dream brought him back to the northern frontier more than ten years ago.

On that vast land where there was only gravel on the ground and a gust of sand wind swept from the sky from time to time, Ah Li held his lonely back and explained to him word by word the way to enter the martial arts internal cultivation.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he listened attentively with bated breath, but it wasn't long after. He was dizzy again, not because Ah Li's explanation was not careful enough, but because the content he said never made him understand the picture that Ah Li wanted him to understand.

After that, Ah Li sat down cross-legged across from him, his palms moving forward. It appears in the shape of a lotus flower, as if it is condensing something. Immediately after, Ah Li's palms became as soft as a woman's hands, and one turned over, and wrapped around his wrists like blades of grass.

Wang Chi clearly remembers that on that day, for the first time in his life, he experienced some kind of strange touch. This tactile sensation actually comes from the inside! The wrists held by Ah Li's hands seemed to have a few slender worms drilled into it...... The feeling at that moment was surprising and slightly frightened, but after that feeling, he seemed to feel that his arms had become much lighter, and the knife in his hand had become much lighter.

But these are the accumulations in the depths of Wang Chi's memory. It was very different from the dream he was in at this time.

In this distant dream, which was as far away as transcending the control of time, he only felt that the gray cloud on his chest was first blown away by a gust of wind, and he was able to breathe a long sigh of relief, and then a drizzle of rain came to wash and clean the air that was polluted by the gray cloud. He couldn't help but take a deep breath again.

However, after he took this deep breath, he felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer in his chest, and the slightest movement would cause a dull pain in that inch.

The real painful feeling shattered the ethereal dream, Wang Chi snorted, and the pupils fluttered for a moment under the closed eyelids, and finally woke up leisurely.

"Alas......" Wang Chi actually sighed as soon as he woke up.

But in Li Gai's opinion, he is just venting out the exhaust gas that has been stagnant in his chest and abdomen for a long time, which is a good thing. Being able to take the initiative to dump is much less harmful to the body than for outsiders to force it with external force.

Seeing Wang Chi wake up, the internal injuries were fine, Li Gai also breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew the palm of the massage on Wang Chi's chest, and said with a slight smile: "You finally woke up." ”

When Wang Chi just opened his eyes, his vision was still a little hazy in front of him, and when he heard a familiar voice beside him with a hint of worry and inquiry, the haze in front of him completely dispersed, and he saw the familiar face.

The familiar face in front of me coincided with the face of Ah Li in the dream for a moment, and then as the dream completely disappeared and the reality became clearer, the two overlapping faces finally separated.

In the memory, Ali's young face traveled away with a distant dream, Wang Chi calmed down, his eyes locked on Li Gai's face, who had entered the middle age realm, and his gaze stopped on the fine sweat on his forehead.

A smile gradually appeared on Wang Chi's tired face, and he suddenly remembered that the reason why the two guards suddenly fell to the ground was that they had suffered the same crime.

- Although he still didn't quite understand what the source of the pain was.

At this time, he had already made a decision in his heart, he could ignore the minutiae for the time being, but the people who should be saved, the remnants that should be culled, are the first things to deal with at the moment.

He stretched out with one hand, and the best friend beside him immediately understood, although he was a little worried about his physical condition at the moment, he still flattened his palm, and his strength was secretly exhaled. lifted him up from the ground.

After a quick glance around, Wang Chi's eyes gradually recovered, and he quickly noticed the person in the shadow guard's arms a few steps away, and recognized him as Ah Ping, one of Ruan Luo's two attendants. Looking at Ah Ping's bloodstained back. He seemed to understand something, and without asking, he directly gave an order to the shadow guard: "Meritorious and righteous people, go straight to the Taiyi Bureau for treatment!" ”

The shadow guard received the order and walked towards the palace with Ah Ping in his arms.

Wang Chi then shot his gaze to the seven guards who were standing farther away, he knew that these seven people were all elites cultivated by Li Gai, and the ruins on the stone flat that had been turned into two piles were their vigorous and resolute work.

Looking up, he glanced at the "Yuwu Pavilion" that had been burned out and the second-story attic had been completely burned down, and pondered the direction roughly, then raised his hand and stretched out a finger, pointed to the abandoned building and said in a deep voice: "Dig up!" ”

Seeing this, Li Gai suddenly thought of something. Doubted: "Is it thirteen or fourteen?" ”

"They also fell down suddenly." Wang Chi withdrew his gaze from the ruins, and when he turned his head to look at Li Gai, there was a question in his eyes, "Do you feel it, what happened to me just now?" ”

His lips moved slightly. But he didn't answer immediately, he just glanced at the "Yuwu Pavilion" whose roof had been burned through, and said to Wang Chijian: "This house is about to disperse, let's stand aside first." ”

The king shook his head and was helped out of the ruins.

Since Li Gai has arrived here, and the guards in the Hengtai Pavilion block have not arrived, it is really a big problem. Before Wang Chi left the pile of ruins. When he walked out from behind the "screen" composed of ten shields, he saw more than 200 people from the guards of the Forbidden Palace, as well as about 500 people from the Hengtai Pavilion block.

There was one of the officials in charge of this block, Bian Shuhe, who was also the attendant of the Ministry of Rites, but for today's matter, he couldn't come here. The role is almost negligible.

Why are there so many assassins hidden on the second floor of the teahouse in the block? When did these assassins cut so many holes in the attic wooden floor and no one noticed? Are the neighborhood guards all blind or dead, and the houses are starting to burn, and no one has come to take a look?

When his gaze swept over Bian Shuhe's fat face that was trembling inch by inch because of excessive shock, Wang Chi's face did not show anything. smiled coldly in his heart: The one who should take some responsibility for today's matter should be the other two officials in charge of the Hengtai Pavilion block, a waiter from the Ministry of War and a waiter from the Ministry of Works, but they didn't see their figures at this time.

Wang Chi's gaze finally fell on the face of a fifty-year-old silk shirt merchant beside Bian Shuhe, who was invited into a tent with embroidered red edges and golden tassels hanging from the Hengtai Pavilion neighborhood who had been temporarily erected.

The round chair with amphorae has been covered with soft brocade cushions, and a small table is placed next to the chair, which is just an ordinary pine planing, and there are no carved beasts on the table, and the style of this wood is unusually simple. However, in this chaotic environment at this time, there is actually a pot of hot tea brewed on this table.

With this speed of making tea, why didn't you see the speed of firefighting just now?

After Wang Chi sat down on the chair, Li Gai did not continue to accompany him, but stepped out of the tent, beckoned his ten shield guards to withdraw from the screen array, and divided four to stand by near the tent, and the other six went to the side of the short knife guards who were continuing to dig through the ruins to save the two guards.

The walls on the first floor of the teahouse were burned to the point of falling apart by the flames inside, and the stone brick walls were so hot that they could barely be touched directly. The six shield guards took a step ahead of the short sword guards, used their shields as a base, and shoved them against the hot wall.

Since this tea house has been burned down and there is no way to save this loss, it is better to let it collapse as soon as possible within the scope of control, so as not to cause secondary injuries when it is unprepared.

Just as Li Gai's subordinates began to demolish the house, Wang Chi sat on a fairly comfortable round-backed chair under the tent, although he did feel dry at this time, he did not have hot tea in his hands.

He was eager to hear what the official in charge of the work assigned to the guards of the neighborhood had to say about the fire in the building in the neighborhood and the lack of the guards to come to the rescue. But this official was not here at this time, so he didn't plan to ask the ceremonial waiter who was only good at the virtual face ceremony.

His eyes finally fell on the woman lying on the stone lawn opposite, and he knew very well in his heart that the woman was tied into a stake by some means,

But he wasn't going to interrogate her right here. After today's incident, he wanted to wipe his eyes and take a second look at the military department that he hadn't supervised for more than half a year. And although one of the three officials who supervised the affairs of the Hengtai Pavilion neighborhood came at this time, he was suspicious of this person.

Although Bian Shuhe has ordinary political achievements, he is only in charge of some ceremonial orders, but the temple worships him. He is in charge of the big festival and national ceremony, he is in charge of the diplomatic ceremony, he is in charge of the army going out to sacrifice wine, and he is in charge of the people's autumn harvest and worshipping the sky...... He seems to be in charge of a lot of things. As a result, he often had to deal with officials of various ministries, and no one could tell which officials he had a deeper relationship with, and no one had a strong reason to say that his dealings with that ministry were for personal purposes.

Wang Chi remembered that many years ago, the woman who didn't like to coil her hairpins, only liked to loosen her hair cut to a shoulder-length length, and liked all kinds of snacks, but she didn't eat too much, once said with a hint of disdain: "An official who does not aim to cultivate into an officialdom is not worthy of being an official of the Ministry of Rites." ”

At that time, he also specially asked his beloved woman: What kind of fairy fruit are fritters, which seem to grow for a long time, and it seems that the older the better?

Thereupon. He had the opportunity to taste a food that his beloved woman had fried with her own hands: fried dough sticks. And through this experience, he knew that the kind of process dù that wants to fry raw fritters to be scorched and old, but not paste, is a test of people's cooking skills.

Moreover. Old fritters are a kind of food that is not delicious, but it is a pity to lose it.

And a person like Bian Shuhe, although he can't do any practical things for himself, there are few such people in the officialdom. Lubricating the diaphragm, liaising and cooperating, and organizing the situation, all need to be handled by such people. Their faces are old enough to be kind to everyone. Be patient in everything.

-- Sometimes you ask him a question, and he doesn't know anything, and some things come to him, and in the end he can't do it, and the time is wasted.

For the chief guard of the forbidden palace, Shangguan Ying, Wang Chi pardoned him on the spot. He left the palace in the afternoon. Originally, he took the initiative to hide from the internal security team, which of course Yu Shangguan Ying was not responsible for.

On the other hand, Shangguan Ying's actions today, he learned the news quite quickly, and knew that he was called Li Gai, which would make his right to walk in the Hengtai Pavilion block much smoother. Maybe this will reflect that he will be a little cowardly in the face of big things. But just asking him to be in charge of the guard duties in that part of the palace, and not asking him to order hundreds of thousands of soldiers to go to war, it is enough to have his current mind.

Of course, Bian Shuhe, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, said a bunch of words of pleading, Wang Chi was not in the mood to seriously discuss today's matter with him, and after a few perfunctory words, the only one that was implemented was to ask him to go to the household department to allocate money for the repair of the damaged "Yuwu Pavilion". Whoever let the other two chief officials not be there at this time, of course, he will do the errands.

Thinking that he had to deal with the group of "iron roosters" in the household department again, Bian Shuhe's mood was a little depressed, but of course he couldn't show it in the slightest. Today, His Majesty suffered such a slight insult, which damaged the emperor's prestige, and he actually did not get angry, which was already a great forgiveness for those present.

Wang Chi finally summoned the silk merchant who was about fifty years old to him, and gave a few careful instructions, all of which were trivial matters, and the merchant listened very carefully, and could not help but feel a little hot at the end. The buildings in the Hengtai Pavilion block were damaged, but His Majesty did not let the merchants pay the money, and the funds for the reconstruction were allocated from the state treasury.

In fact, although this museum area is only an agent for this businessman, he can't get anything from the operating income, but if anyone has this relationship, the industrial chain activities arranged outside the museum will be much smoother.

This is a glamorous hat, and the brilliance it exudes is still considered a profit, which is the face economy. So in the end, he runs the business in this neighborhood, and even if His Majesty doesn't give him a fortune, he still earns a lot of money, and he earns quite a lot.

With this profit, even if His Majesty wants him to pay out of his own pocket at this time, but just rebuilding a small two-story teahouse, what kind of big deal is this?

Wang Chi seemed to see a certain enthusiasm in the eyes of this businessman, but without waiting for the businessman to take the initiative to ask for instructions, he said gently: "The Hengtai Pavilion block was originally an industry of the national dynasty, and since every benefit it generated was used by the people, then now that it has a loss, it is only natural that it should allocate money from the treasury to repair and use it for the people." ”

Hearing Wang Chi say this, the old merchant in silk clothes thought about it for a while in his heart, and finally opened his mouth to ask for instructions: "Then, the food needs in the repair process will be fully borne by the little old man." ”

"What does this have to do with you?" Wang Chi didn't want to throw even this little burden to the businessman, and Zhengse said: "The old merchant has been working hard for a few years to run this pavilion area. Although it was voluntary, the dynasty has never allocated you a penny for this matter in recent years, so how can you ask you to waste money for the normal wear and tear of the museum? ”

Having said this, Wang Chi raised his hand slightly. Summoned the old merchant in silk clothes closer, and then said in a slightly lower voice: "If this rule is broken, if there is anything in the future, it is inevitable that someone will make up a reason to report it, but it is asking you merchants to pay money." In the long run, who will dare and who will be willing to take on this burden for me? What's more, just to build a small teahouse, the treasury is not so weak. ”

When the old merchant heard this, his shoulders shook slightly, and he quickly nodded in response. Don't dare to say anything more.

After some instructions with the three officials and the three officials in charge of today's affairs, Li Gai had already rescued the two guards. The thirteenth and fourteenth guards had been trained and cultivated by Li Gai before they were selected as palace guards, and they were seriously injured at this time, and they were immediately sent to the Commander's Mansion by Li Gai for treatment.

The water convoy prepared by the guards in the yamen of the Hengtai Pavilion block has also arrived. As soon as cold water was poured, the open fire inside and outside the tea house was quickly extinguished, but the walls of the house became more fragile under the sudden cold, and the last section of the wall also collapsed completely.

After the masonry cooled down a bit, fifty guards from the Hengtai Pavilion block were assigned to participate in the cleanup of the building debris. It's the height of spring, and the Assassins have committed unforgivable sins. There are more innocent deaths, but their bodies must be cleaned out and buried deep in the earth to avoid the hidden danger of epidemics.

In addition, Li Gai plans to clean up all these corpses and transport them back to the Commander's Mansion for a closer examination, and may be able to find some clues from the corpses that can be used to solve this assassination case.

Thirteen and fourteen were pulled out of the rubble by the guards. Although he is dying, he is still alive. Kyoto Prefecture has excellent medicinal herbs, and there are plenty of doctors, so even if a bone is broken, it will be healed.

Ah Tong was not injured. It was only a pair of hands that burned off a layer of skin when they rummaged through the rubble just now, but he was also sent to the Commander's Mansion by his close followers along with the two seriously injured guards. Li Gai will remember the credit of this person, and at the same time, when he goes back later, he will also ask this person about something.

As for Ruan Luo, who had fallen into a deep coma and was about to lose his human appearance, Li Gai frowned when he arranged for someone to send the three attendants for treatment, and finally ordered Ruan Luo to be sent to Yiyeju.

The matter at hand was temporarily over, and Li Gai returned to the tent and stood beside Wang Chi.

All of the Assassins were either shot dead in the scuffle or buried alive in the subsequent fire that later collapsed in the teahouse, and their last breath of life was extinguished by the scorching firework - the only one alive among them was the woman lying on the ground in front of the tent, bound like a cocoon by dozens of tiny silk threads.

Do you drag her to the yamen of the Criminal Department for trial, or do you pull her to the execution room in the Commander's Mansion to be tortured, or do you ...... here?

Li Gai glanced down at Wang Chi and did not speak.

Wang Chi lowered his eyelids slightly, as if he was resting, but there was only a pair of tables and chairs under the tent, which was too simple and really not a good place to rest. In addition to the unfavorable environment, the brocade dress he was wearing was also dotted with charcoal and stains, and the appearance of him sitting in the line of sight of hundreds of pairs of eyes was really a mistake in the identity of the emperor.

But he didn't speak, and Li Gai, who was standing beside him, didn't ask much, let alone urge him to return to the palace. Li Gai didn't speak, and none of the others present dared to say more than half a word.

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites saw that His Majesty's splendid civilian clothes were stained with charcoal in many places, and he had a pimple in his heart.

He is a relict of the previous dynasty, and has 15 years of experience in the previous dynasty, which is two years more senior than in the new dynasty. He clearly remembered that although the last emperor of the previous dynasty did not make any achievements in political achievements, in terms of caring for his honorable wings, it was much more delicate than the emperor of the new dynasty who was sitting in front of him now.

If it was the emperor of the previous dynasty who was facing today's incident, not to mention how much anger he would inevitably suffer when he arrived, it was very likely that he would be punished and punished, but only that the emperor of the previous dynasty would take great measures to clean himself after his anger subsided a little, summoning hundreds of palace people, and tossing incense and bathing for ten days and a half months, and then stopping the dynasty for a few days...... What is like the current ......

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites thought silently in his heart while hesitating, not knowing whether he should be reminded at this time when His Majesty seemed to be meditating.

After today's incident, His Majesty has not been angry or angry with his subordinate ministers. However, according to the experience gained by Bian Shuhe, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, who has observed words and expressions in the court and in the yamen for many years, he only feels that His Majesty can still restrain his mood and not get angry for something, which does not mean that His Majesty has no anger in his heart.

Bian Shuhe really wanted to do something to maintain His Majesty's dignity and demeanor, but he was really worried. I'm afraid that I happen to hit the right mouth of the angry eruption.

As for Shangguan Ying, the chief guard of the Forbidden Palace, he pleaded with His Majesty just now, and was quickly pardoned by His Majesty, so he should be more relaxed at this time. But looking at the expression on his face at this time, standing straight like a lance, he was standing behind the side of the round-backed chair, and it was obvious that he couldn't relax.

Even if His Majesty pardoned him verbally, and so many people present heard it, and with his behavior and character observed by His Majesty for several years, he would never go over old accounts afterwards, but for him, the guilt of dereliction of duty still existed. And His Majesty did not change for a moment the brocade clothes that had been stained by phlegm and ashes because of his dereliction of duty. The guilt in his heart didn't stop accumulating inch by inch.

Should we speak out?

Shangguan Ying's mood also came to a crossroads, but his hesitation was slightly weaker than that of Bian Shuhe, because he hoped to share his worries for His Majesty, and he was a little more loyal to the Lord than Bian Shuhe.

But today, he didn't have time to say the loyalty that he had finally decided on after thinking about it for a long time.

Because His Majesty spoke first.

Eyes slightly lowered. Wang Chi, who seemed to be resting and recuperating, and as if he was contemplating something, raised his eyelids slightly, opened his lips and said two words: "Go back to the palace." He pronounced the words very low, as if he was sighing as he spoke.

Li Gai understood, just as he helped him out of the ruins just now, and Ping Ping stretched out a hand, holding a thin layer of undetectable Yingying air in his palm.

Wang Chi glanced sideways. Then he stretched out a palm and covered it flat. With this strength, he rose from his round-backed chair.

As soon as he stood up, all around him, whether they were officers or soldiers, knelt down on one knee and bowed.

And just as he was about to step out of the tent, he had just picked up his front foot. Before it fell, there was a sound of "booming" footsteps on the street not far away. When everyone heard this, they saw a large group of foot soldiers running forward.

Shangguan Ying, the chief guard of the forbidden palace, saw this battle at first glance, and only thought that someone from the military department was coming, but after calming down and taking a few more looks. He recognized the figure of Yin Jiang Chan of Kyoto Prefecture from the front of the infantry phalanx.

Jiang Can rushed here, but he didn't ride a horse all the way. He is not a person who practices martial arts, his body is limited, and he came to this last stretch of the road roughly by relying on the two lieutenants on the left and right to carry both shoulders, and he dragged and dragged all the way. Of course, it's not that he didn't want to come, so he was dragged hard, he really couldn't run.

When he was still a hundred steps away from the large army tent that had been temporarily erected in front of the ruins, he only saw the corner of the tent in the corner of the Kyoto Prefecture, Yin Jiangcan, who already had an idea in his heart, and His Majesty was definitely in that tent.

And when he was close to the big tent fifty paces away, Jiang Can's line of sight was finally enough to see the people under the tent clearly, and once again determined the position where His Majesty was standing, his face was full of complex expressions of self-blame and fear. At this moment, he deeply realized what a test of shame it was to show such a variety of expressions on his face after running for several miles on foot, and in a physical state that was about to die.

He couldn't see his face at this time, so he experienced a new feeling while ignoring a more important thing.

-- In such extreme circumstances, it is impossible for a person to put on these expressions perfectly, unless these feelings are really from the heart.

When he was still about ten steps away from the two people standing in the center of the officers and soldiers kneeling under the big tent, Yin Jiang Can of Kyoto Prefecture finally gritted his teeth secretly, shook off the two lieutenants who were running with his left and right arms around him, bent his knees weakly, and knelt out towards His Majesty in the tent.

Of course, the two lieutenant generals knew what Master Jiang meant by shaking his hand, and while they hurriedly let go, they did not continue to run forward, and knelt down on the spot.

"Plop" knelt down in front of His Majesty, and Jiang Can, the Yin of Kyoto Prefecture, couldn't cry anymore, salivating and snotting - in fact, he ran too fiercely along the way, and was provoked - after whimpering a few times, Jiang Cancai's voice was broken and he shouted hoarsely: "Your Majesty, the sinner is too late to save the car, although the sinner is unforgivable......

Wang Chi had just been buried in the rubble for a while, and at this moment, the inexplicable internal injuries that erupted in his chest and abdomen began to faintly haunt him again, prompting him to feel a little weak. Just like the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, Bian Shuhe figured it out in his heart. At this time, although Wang Chi was not yet angry, his mood was indeed not much better.

He looked at the chief executive of the imperial capital who was kneeling in front of him, this person seemed to be gasping for tears and lungs, but he looked at the expression on this person's face. But there was a sudden trace of boredom in my heart.

But this trace of personal affection was quickly suppressed in his heart. He didn't want to have too much trouble with this Lord Yin at this moment, this place, including venting his negative feelings.

Because he was restraining his feelings, as soon as Wang Chifu spoke, his voice still revealed a hint of coldness: "Forgive whose sins, can a person say it?" ”

When Jiang Can heard this, his shoulders shook slightly.

Nanzhao was a dynasty with strict laws, but ...... Some of His Majesty's henchmen and officials have also done things like cutting first and then playing!

Jiang Can was cautious about saying anything more, but Wang Chi was too lazy to talk nonsense. only waved his hand slightly: "Let's all be flat!" ”

"Xie Majesty xià......" Jiang Can hesitated slightly, and finally stood up straight. And until this time, the rapid breath in his chest had not yet been evened, and he really wanted to breathe a sigh at this time, but after quickly raising his eyes. He dismissed the idea.

Ignoring the rhetoric prepared by the Kyoto Prefecture Yin at this time, and without giving any more instructions, Wang Chi continued to walk outside the big tent. Behind him, hundreds of officers and soldiers "huhulala" got up one after another.

Dozens of guard masters trained by Li Gai personally gathered around the emperor and walked ten steps away, and the two hundred guards of the forbidden palace, as well as the hundreds of soldiers brought by the Yin of Kyoto Prefecture later, were followed by Shangguan Ying. Hundreds of guards in the Hengtai Pavilion neighborhood walked at the end. They have no authority to set foot in the forbidden area of the palace, and at most they have to stop escorting the emperor out of this neighborhood.

Kyoto Prefecture Yin Jiang Can followed behind the emperor with a somewhat stunned look in his eyes, he was a little incomprehensible, no one called a chariot for His Majesty just now? What the hell just happened? Jiang Can was a little suspicious of the news he had heard from his subordinates about the emperor's assassination in the Hengtai Pavilion neighborhood.

And just when the word "chariot" appeared in Jiang Can's mind, hundreds of steps away from the street, a large group of people came.

This group is in the group. Not only the infantry phalanx, but also the infantry, cavalry, shieldmen, and crossbowmen were all stored in it, but the most conspicuous among this group was the eight-horse six-wheeled chariot covered with golden brocade curtains...... It's empty!

Jiang Can's heart was slightly relieved, just waiting for His Majesty to get into the chariot, he didn't have to follow so closely. Or you don't have to bear the pressure on your heart all the way to the palace on foot, and you can withdraw halfway.

Compared with Jiang Can's focus when he saw the Imperial Brigade, Wang Chi saw the group of people rushing towards him, and he saw a young man at the front of the angry horse whipping at the first time.

The second prince Wang Hong!

Wang Hong's clothes were slightly messy, his face was a little pale, the hand holding the horse's reins was faintly protruding, and the hand holding the horsewhip was wrapped in thick white gauze, in order to hold the whip in his hand, the wound wrapped under the white gauze had cracked, and blood oozed out of the cloth.

It is always easy to feel warm to see the person closest to him after just experiencing a thrilling adventure, Wang Chi's heart softened slightly, and then he saw a dazzling color on the hand of the second son holding the whip.

His eyebrows twitched rapidly, vaguely distressed, and silently said: This stupid child.

The second prince, Wang Hong, saw his father walking with help immediately, and his heart was also tight. Before the horse could steady, he jumped down and ran to his father despite the numbing pain from the sharp impact of his ankle on the ground.

"Father!"

"Why are you here?" Wang Chi raised his hand and held it on the wrist of his second son's injured hand, and saw that there was also a layer of fine sweat on his forehead, and he couldn't help but admonish again: "The injury on his hand has not healed yet, so he rushes like this, and he doesn't know how to take care of his body." ”

The second prince, Wang Hong, didn't care about these at all, and didn't seem to feel the pain of the wound on his hand cracking and bleeding again, he just saw his father, first carefully examined it with his eyes, and then grabbed his father's hand and asked anxiously: "Father, are you okay?" ”

"It's fine." Wang Chi smiled slightly, and looked at the face of his second son, who was already weak, and his face was slightly pale, so he smiled and reproached: "Why do you still have to ride a horse when you came with a chariot?" If you go back like this, your mother should be anxious again. ”

After being reprimanded, Wang Hong was in a relaxed mood, and said slowly: "Erchen came here to welcome his father back to the palace with the wishes of his mother. ”

"Okay." Wang Chi nodded, holding his second son's wrist with a little force, "You come up too, let's go home together." ”