Chapter Eighty-Three: Hongu is lost

The Inner House Guards are the same guards as the forbidden army who are responsible for protecting the royal family on weekdays. Unlike the forbidden army, they are better equipped, more rigorously selected, and closer to the royal family.

They wore cowhide boots and black tunics with prominent yellow and blue accents, which could be seen clearly even at night.

No matter who it is, it's not easy to mess with.

Yin Chen Zhao of Jingzhao Mansion hurriedly stood up from behind the guard, straightened his sleeves, dusted off his body, and prepared to greet him.

The guards of the Inner Mansion stood still in front of Chen Zhaolin, neatly divided into two teams from the middle, and behind them, a person slowly walked out.

Tall and tall, he wears a blue burqa that symbolizes the revered status of the royal family, and is wrapped in a black leather coat. The temperature of this spring day is not cold, and the one who can wrap himself like a winter and have the inner palace guards by his side is the current His Royal Highness the Prince.

Chen Zhaolin looked at the person walking slowly in front of him in a daze, and thought that he was in a dream for a while.

The prince has not been in the court for a long time, and at most, he comes out to hang around when the ministers worship during the New Year's Festival. There were rumors in Miyagi that he was terminally ill and almost dying. The ministers have long been accustomed to taking the head of the regent as the leader, and they waited for the prince to reach the limit, so they rightly assisted the regent to succeed to the throne. Now seeing Li Cong walking out like this, although his steps are slower, his non-blasphemous bearing has not diminished in the slightest, and his legs are a little weak for a while.

Could it be that this is the rumored posture of the Son of Heaven? For the first time, Chen Zhaolin was a little worried about the regent.

"Wechen see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Under such pressure, Chen Zhaolin suddenly knelt down and bowed upright.

The prince looked at him condescendingly, silent for a while.

Chen Zhaolin knelt on the ground, trembling in two ways, not knowing what he had done, he wanted to work for His Royal Highness, who had been sick in the East Palace, to break into Jingzhao Mansion at night.

He was worried in his heart: Is it because of the Auxiliary Guogong?

Could it be that Fu Guogong is the prince's person?

It's too blatant.

"Lord Chen doesn't need to be polite," the prince's voice came from overhead, and the coldness in his timbre made him shiver. "The palace came out and went around, and when I saw that Lord Chen was lively here, I moved over to take a look, and I didn't bother Lord Chen to do things."

Chen Zhao hurriedly said: "Don't dare, don't dare, the lower officials will guard the important offenders day and night, and don't dare to derelict their duties." ”

Li Cong nodded and motioned for Chen Zhaolin to stand up and speak.

Chen Zhaolin hurriedly stood up again, and the guards behind him also stood up in a panic, waiting for His Royal Highness the Prince's next order.

Chen Zhaolin licked his face and took a step forward and said, "Xiaguan is arresting the assassin......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the prince look behind him, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he walked forward.

"Your Highness, Your Highness can't ......" He hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, and a person from the inner palace guards behind the prince immediately came out and blocked him aside.

I saw that the crown prince Li Cong's steps suddenly became faster, and as he walked, he took off the big coat on his body, he walked to the assassin at the door of the firewood room, and wrapped the big coat around the assassin.

The assassin was not moved, and although her face was not visible under the black cloth, there was a smile on her eyebrows, which was natural and vivid.

Chen Zhaolin's eyes widened, and he saw that the prince had combed a strand of hair on the assassin's sideburns with his hand, and said gently: "Why is the crown princess here, is she lost?" ”

Too, the Crown Princess......

Chen Zhaolin's legs weakened and he sat down in the soil.

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