Jing Lingyi grabbed his dragon robe, didn't bother to answer his question, and hurriedly said: "Father, the son is here to ask for a decree this time......

"What do you want?" When Emperor Nanchen saw him like this, he was frightened, full of worry and distress, "Yi'er, tell me quickly, what's going on?" Who hurt you? ”

Jing Lingyi was anxious, "Father ......"

Emperor Nanchen hurriedly shouted outside the hall: "Go and ask for a doctor." ”

"Father, son, ......"

Emperor Nanchen looked distressed, suddenly thought of something, and roared loudly: "What about the Qingcao people, what is going on?" Come on, pass the green robe into the hall! ”

Jing Lingyi was dumbfounded, and couldn't interject at all.

"How did Qingcao do an errand, I asked him to protect Yi'er, how could he let Yi'er get hurt." Emperor Nanchen looked at him and felt distressed.

Jing Lingyi frowned, "Father, the son-in-law is fine, the son-in-law wants to say ......"

"After shedding so much blood, and saying it's okay, tell me quickly, who did it?" Emperor Nanchen asked.

"Father, son-in-law came to ...... today"

"Quick, come and sit down, let me see." Emperor Nanchen pulled him to sit next to the soft couch, with a distressed face.

Who knows, Jing Lingyi knelt on the ground with a thud, and hurriedly said: "Father, the son-in-law is fine, and the son-in-law is here to ask for an order." ”

Emperor Nanchen was stunned, and Zhou De was also shocked, it was the first time he had seen such a solemn and serious Seventh Highness.

"Yi'er?" Emperor Nanchen frowned and looked at him with a strange expression.

Jing Lingyi hurriedly told the story of being late this morning, "Father, Yu Ye is a young genius, when he was in Zhaoyun Peak, he was outstanding in writing, and he topped the list in one fell swoop, he was the best among the students of the Four Kingdoms, such a talent, it should not be buried, today Yu Ye was framed, so he will be late, and his son can be his guarantor, and he has come to ask his father to make an exception and allow him to enter the examination room to complete the exam." ”

Emperor Nanchen hurriedly pulled him up, frowned and asked, "Yi'er hasn't told me yet, what's the matter with this injury?" ”

"The son is fine, father, the time has been delayed for too long, please give an order immediately." Jing Lingyi said urgently.

Emperor Nanchen looked at him meaningfully, and said without being salty or indifferent: "It seems that Yi'er has a good relationship with this student named Yuye?" ”

Jing Lingyi's brows were a little tight, and he said seriously: "Father, what the son said is not half false, Yu Ye is a genius, he has real talent and real learning, and he will definitely become a pillar of the country in the future." ”

Emperor Nanchen looked at him, took a deep breath, turned his head to look at Zhou De, and said in a deep voice: "Send someone to Zhongshu Lane in the North Courtyard to issue an order to inform Prime Minister Liu Cheng that he will be allowed to enter the examination room." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Zhou Dedao.

"Go." Jing Lingyi urged.

"Yes." Zhou De hurriedly retreated.

Jing Lingyi breathed a long sigh of relief, but when he saw Qingcao walking into the Dragon Dormitory, his heart couldn't help but lift it again.

"I don't know what His Majesty ordered when he suddenly summoned his subordinates?" Qingcao knelt down on one knee and said respectfully.

Emperor Nanchen frowned at him and scolded, "Tell me quickly, how did Yi'er get hurt?" ”

Looking at the green robe, Jing Lingyi was startled, and took the first step and said: "Father, the son is fine, passing through the market, I just met an unknown assassin." ”

"Assassins?" Emperor Nanchen's pupils dilated, and he said in fear: "What assassin? Have you ever caught it? ”

Jing Lingyi's heart was pounding, "Assassin him...... He ran away......"

"Ran away?" Emperor Nanchen's face was ugly, he turned his head to look at the green robe, and asked, "For assassins, have you ever had eyebrows?" ”。

Jing Lingyi looked at Qingcao with a nervous face, and his heart rose to his throat, for fear that he would confess his hatred, after all, Qingcao was his father's person.