This male protagonist really regards the throne as something in his pocket, and he dares to say such criticism, which is really arrogant

A trace of panic flashed on Qi Jingming's face, knowing that he had lost his words just now, although he knew that his father would pass the throne to him, but when his father was in power, it was a great rebellion for him to say such a thing.

However, the panic came and disappeared quickly, Qi Jingming originally looked down on Qi Jingrui, and if he said such a thing in front of Qi Jingrui, he was not afraid that this person would complain to his father, after all, it was a well-known thing that his father didn't like Qi Jingrui, so how could his father punish him for Qi Jingrui's complaint.

"A lowly person dares to open his mouth to collide with this king, he is tired of life......" Qi Jingming's eyes glared at Xia Xiyan fiercely.

But before Qi Jingming's words were finished, the sword around his neck cut through his skin, and bright red blood flowed down.

Qi Jingming looked at the expressionless Qi Jingrui in shock, it was hard to believe that he actually hurt him, he had always been sure that Qi Jingrui would not dare to hurt him in the slightest, after all, he was the most favored prince of his father.

All along, who dared to hurt him in the slightest, but now he was actually injured by a military prostitute, and a sullen breath was held in his chest, which was extremely uncomfortable, and his face became gloomy and hideous.

"Qi Jingrui, you dare to point a sword at this king, what kind of thing are you, believe it or not, this king can make your father take off your title of Weiyuan general with a word." Qi Jingming glared at Qi Jingrui, and his voice was extremely arrogant.

"Yes, this king is waiting for that day to come." A little ridicule appeared on Qi Jingrui's indifferent face.

"Ah......h

Yang Xueyao screamed in horror.

With a wave of the sword in Qi Jingrui's hand, Qi Jingming's arm was cut with a deep wound, and blood immediately flowed down from his arm and dripped to the ground.

A thick smell of blood immediately appeared in the air.

Qi Jingming hugged his injured arm, his face was pale, but the eyes that looked at Qi Jingrui became more and more eerie.

A soldier handed Qi Jingrui a white cloth.

Qi Jingrui took the piece of white cloth, ignored Qi Jingming's resentful eyes, and wiped the blood from the sword with an indifferent expression.

may have seen Qi Jingrui's ruthlessness, Qi Jingming didn't dare to provoke Qi Jingrui this time, but just stared at Qi Jingrui with gloomy and terrifying eyes.

"Throw these eyesores out there." Qi Jingrui's thin lips spit out a sentence lightly, and he didn't raise his eyes.

"Yes." The soldiers replied respectfully.

Then Qi Jingming was caught by those soldiers, looking a little embarrassed, and then he knew that even if he was the commander, these people below would not listen to him, they would only listen to the orders of that scumbag.

Qi Jingming and Yang Xueyao were thrown out of the general's tent.

The two returned to their tent in disgrace.

The generals who saw this scene didn't know how happy they were, these days, they were really fed up with the old emperor's favorite prince, and the Ming prince was always dictating to them.

It's just that after a few small victories, I thought he was really a general, and I didn't look at how many victories their generals had won and how many myths they created, just by virtue of his appearance as a white jade scholar, it was like replacing their position as a general, which was really a joke.

Back to the tent.

Yang Xueyao personally bandaged Qi Jingming's wounds, looking at the bloody wounds, Yang Xueyao felt confused about the future.

Can this man in front of him really be relied on? Yang Xueyao asked herself.

At first, Yang Xueyao thought that with the power of Ming Wangye, she could find that slut to take revenge, but she didn't expect that she and Ming Wangye were embarrassed in the end, and Ming Wangye was also injured.

But even if he was injured, Prince Ming could only endure it.

With a "snap", Qi Jingming made a hideous face and smashed the teacup in his hand on the ground.