The princes of Beiyan are one by one, and their heads are squeezed by the door, right?

She is nominally the daughter of Concubine Liu!

Liu Guifei!!

Their mother's enemy!!

"There are fish in the lake, is Yiyi's sister hungry? How many fish can I help you catch and grill them? ”

Hearing this, Yan Yiyi glared at him fiercely, and soon remembered the corpse in the lake.

No matter what kind of character Yan Yao is, in short, he is here, and he can be regarded as a helper.

Yan Yiyi grabbed him from his arms and climbed onto his shoulder, looking at the middle of the lake.

It is not far from the center of the lake, and only a little darkness can be seen in the center of the lake, and it is not clear when you get closer.

"You row the boat to the center of the lake."

"Huh?"

Yan Yao looked at her with some puzzlement.

Since he was a child, his identity is here, and no one has dared to order him.

Of course

Yan Yiyi is an exception, the um in his mouth is subconsciously spit out.

However, the body is very honest, and it has already rowed the oars in his hand first.

The oars arrived at the center of the lake, and Yan Yao, who was originally focused on Yan Yiyi, Xu also noticed that something was wrong with the lake.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the lake.

When he saw the corpse that was fed by the fish inside, his dark eyes narrowed suddenly.

The expression on his face, for a moment, was indescribable.

But the instinctive consciousness still grabbed it with a big hand and held Yan Yiyi in his arms again.

"Don't be afraid, Brother Huang is here"

Yan Yiyi: "? ”

Thinking that the little girl in her arms was scared, she didn't speak until now, Yan Yao held Yan Yiyi in one hand and rowed the oars in the other, and soon went ashore.

Tong Yan Yao's heart is different.

Even if you know that the people here are all paper people, non-existent, fake, you can still feel sorry to see such a young child who was assassinated and thrown into the lake.

But Yan Yao, it seems that in the years he has been a prince, such things have long been commonplace.

Although he is the eighth prince, there are a few smaller than him above him. For example, the seven princes born by the queen are only more than three years old.

It is precisely because there are too many princes in the royal family, and the father does not care about them, and some princes are born on the same day, the emperor does not care, and the affairs in the palace are naturally slack.

Their status as princes was also given at random by their own queen mother.

In front of him, there are several royal brothers who are older than him born to the concubines, but his mother is one of the second concubines, so his identity is easier to remember, as for the princes in the back, it all depends on the degree of appearance.

In short, in a word, the royal prince, the order of identity

It's a mess!

When there are more princes, there will naturally be more fights.

The grievances of the elders have accumulated to the prince's generation, and it is said that there are dozens of princes, but in fact, before that, I don't know how many were killed behind my back.

Numbers are inaccurate.

Almost every year, a few princes in the palace will die.

Therefore, Yan Yao is used to it.

The royal battle has always been like this, not to mention the large number of these princes, coupled with the assassination of their long-standing enemies by their mothers!

It's just that Yan Yao must know the corpse in the water.

When Yan Yiyi was carried ashore by him, he turned around and glanced at the middle of the lake again in a trance.

"I think I have to tell my father about this!"

When Yan Yao walked forward with her in her arms, she suddenly heard the little girl come to say this.

He paused and found a clean place to sit down.

Then he put the little one on his lap and sat down.