Yuwen Liangchen had a calm face when he came down from the upper floor, although his face was already bruised and swollen, but the people behind him could still see that he was in an extremely bad mood.

"Little prince, you don't watch the show anymore"

"Look at your size"

Yuwen Liangchen raised his foot and kicked the man, pursed his lips and wanted to scold, but he opened his mouth and leaked air, which made his face even more painful.

Looking at the guards who were following behind him, he said directly: "Roll on, don't follow Lao Tzu, there will be a large group of people wherever you go, and you will not be defeated."

Song Yan was kicked and was used to it: "Little prince, they are all asked by the prince to follow you to protect you"

"Are you my father's slave or my slave, do you want me to send you to serve my father?"

Yuwen Liangchen suddenly glared at him.

Seeing that Song Yan didn't move, he raised his foot and wanted to kick again: "Hurry up"

Song Yan saw that his master was angry, so he didn't dare to persuade him anymore, so he could only let those people retreat a little bit, far away, and he followed behind Yuwen Liangchen inch by inch.

Who would have thought that without taking two steps, Yuwen Liangchen in front suddenly stopped.

Song Yan was not in a hurry to retract at his feet, and hit his back with a head, almost knocking Yuwen Liangchen to the ground, he hurriedly helped Yuwen Liangchen to stand firm, and knelt on the ground with a "poof" without waiting for him to raise his foot to kick.

"The slave is guilty, ask the little prince to forgive the sin."

"You"

Yuwen Liangchen's feet that he had just raised were so stiff, looking at Songyan and kowtowing, he retracted his feet angrily and angrily: "Let you go, you can't hear it"

Song Yan said in a low voice: "Little Lord, you were injured by a thief just yesterday, and the thief's whereabouts are still unknown. ”

"The prince is not worried about your safety, so he let the slave lead people to follow you left and right to protect your safety, if the slave leaves, someone takes the opportunity to hurt the little prince, then the slave is even ten thousand deaths and it is difficult to atone for his sins, and please let the little prince be considerate of the slave."

Yuwen Liangchen looked at Songyan who had blushed his head, his lips pursed into a line, he wanted to get angry but couldn't get out of it because of something, he stopped for a moment and turned his head to leave.

Song Yan hurriedly got up from the ground and chased after him, and as soon as he took two steps, Yuwen Liangchen stopped, turned around and said angrily:

"Lao Tzu goes to the toilet, you still follow"

Song Yan was stunned when he heard this, and saw that the direction of Yuwen Liangchen was the backyard of the opera garden, and there was a big stage next to it, on which there were many things for singing, and not far from the stage turned an alley, and at the end was a low house.

Yuwen Liangchen is a frequent visitor to this opera garden, and Song Yan naturally knows that there is a thatched toilet over there.

He quickly stopped, "The minions are waiting here." ”

Yuwen Liangchen snorted heavily when he heard this, and left angrily.

Su Ruan has been following very far, and when he saw that Yuwen Liangchen's guards stayed on the stage and didn't come, and Yuwen Liangchen didn't see anyone else come out when he went in, he knew that it was empty.

She glanced at the courtyard behind her, and saw that Song Yan and the others were standing there, scaring all the others away.

Su Ruan tied the hem of her skirt to her waist, directly found a dark corner, crossed the stage with her waist, touched a stick, dragged a costume and walked quietly towards the alley over there.

Yuwen Liangchen was standing in the latrine and untying his belt.

Su Ruan squatted in the corner to make some movement, and heard Yuwen Liangchen shouting: "There are people"

"Hurry up and come out, I'm going to."

Su Ruan held his throat, and a rough and ugly voice appeared in his throat.

That Yuwen Liangchen saw that he could be disturbed by someone when he peed, and he wanted to scold people when he pulled his belt with one hand and turned his head to come out, but he didn't want to just get out, and someone behind him suddenly hit him with a stick on his leg, directly knocking him to the ground.

Before he could scream, a sharp object landed on the back of his neck.

"Call out the slightest sound, Lao Tzu will kill you"

The scream in Yuwen Liangchen's mouth suddenly suffocated, and his face turned pale with pain: "Who are you, you dare to hurt me, do you know my identity?"

"Shut up"

Yu Wenliangchen felt a pain in the back of his neck, feeling that something had cut the skin.

The words in his mouth broke instantly, and before he could react, a costume hood was put on his head, and the musty smell choked him with tears, and before he could dodge, he was suddenly hit by a stick.

He let out a "snort", and before he could recover from the pain, he was hit in the mouth with a stick again, and the scream stopped abruptly.

Song Yan vaguely heard a voice over there, and hurriedly said loudly: "Little Wangye"

"Hmm"

Yuwen Liangchen wanted to ask for help, but the sharpness of unknown reason was against his throat, as if he would pierce his neck as soon as he opened his mouth.

Song Yan didn't hear a response, and hurriedly wanted to step forward, but who knew that the voice of "Yuwen Liangchen" came from there in the next moment: "What is it called, what is it called, what is it called Soul, do you want to come and see if Lao Tzu is?"

There was a quick stop.

Yu Wenliangchen, who was beaten to the ground and had tears in pain, widened his eyes and looked like a ghost.

This, this, and this, are obviously his voice

Su Ruan pinched his throat, although he had practiced by himself before, but after all, it had been too long, and he suddenly used ventriloquism just now to almost break the sound, but fortunately, it was far away, there was a five- or six-point image, and he could fool those people outside by learning Yuwen Liangchen's scolding.

She looked down at Yuwen Liangchen on the ground, snorted lightly, reached out and pulled the costume to blindfold him, and stuffed it into his mouth, then grabbed the stick and hit the soft flesh on his body.

Yuwen Liangchen's mouth was blocked, and he opened his mouth wide in pain and wanted to howl, but the reader could only make a "hmm" and "hmm" sound in his mouth.

The distance between the toilet and the outside was already a little far, separated by a small alley and a small half of the stage, coupled with Yuwen Liangchen's gagged mouth, when the faint voice came out, Song Yan and the others who had to stay outside suddenly changed their faces slightly.

The little prince is going to the toilet and still makes this sound

"Song Yan, go back and find a doctor for the little prince."

Little Wangye, I'm afraid it's not constipation

Song Yan glanced at the person who spoke, thinking in his heart.

Is it time to improve the diet for the little prince, could it be that the little prince has eaten too much meat recently, and the little prince will be so unhappy when he goes to the toilet

It sounds painful

Yuwen Liangchen, who was very painful, was about to collapse when he was curled up on the ground and beaten at this time, screaming "hmm", as if he was begging for mercy and scolding.

Su Ruan was about to greet him in the face a few times, when she noticed someone approaching behind her, she turned around and waved it over, but was blocked by someone who came and grabbed her wrist and dragged her into his arms.

Su Ruan raised his foot and kicked between the legs of the visitor.

The man reacted very quickly, clamped his legs, directly clamped her legs, and his eyes breathed fire when he lowered his head.

After Su Ruan saw who was coming, he froze violently.

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