Since the British Mansion was not far from here, the King of Wei brought him over after a while.

The saint looked at it and shouted at him: "Aiqing, save my son!" ”

The British Duke glanced at He Zhichun in confusion, what's the matter? Why are you still crying, making trouble, and hitting the wall?

He Zhichun blinked, what else could he do! I want to take my crown prince! King Wei didn't tell you the reason along the way?

The British public pouted, what is the reason! He trembled all the way, always worried about whether he would crush the old horse of the Jin Palace.

……

King Wei sneezed, why did Tianbao still have a relationship with the British princess, and he had a heart! Thinking about it, he stretched out his body and crossed between the two......

The British Duke is simply gone, he finally knows why he is not the Wei Wang Party, there is only one explanation: the eight characters do not match!

He thought about it, stepped forward, probed the pulse of King Jin, teased his eyelids again, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the saint, King Jin is fine, but he was too frightened and fainted." After the old minister pricked a needle, he would be able to wake up. ”

The saint couldn't believe it, "He slammed his head against the wall, and there was still blood on the wall, is this good?" ”

The British man touched his beard and said in surprise: "Hit your head against the wall by yourself?" And thump, thump...... That's not great! But the trauma is fine, you see the bleeding has stopped by itself. As for other issues, the minister is really not good at this. ”

Isn't that stupid? Your brain isn't very good!

The saint's face was a little strange, and he didn't wait for him to come back to his senses.

The British Duke had already taken out two long silver needles and stabbed them at the King of Jin, and the King of Jin was so painful that he immediately opened his eyes, and tears rained down, "Daddy, my son's headache!" ”

It's not just pain, it's floating when you look at things!

It's like half a bucket of water in my head, and it's swaying in it, making people dizzy and want to vomit.

He howled like that.

The British duke took a cotton cloth dipped in flame wine, cleaned the wound of King Jin, and wiped the wine up.

As soon as King Jin wanted to behave well in front of the saint, he felt a sharp pain like cutting meat, and suddenly howled like killing a pig, not only screaming, but he also grabbed it casually, and grabbed the saint's thigh tightly, which hurt and hurt!

The saint's face can't be hung up, it hurts, it hurts! Can an unfilial son let go of my legs? You're going to dig a hole!

The British Gongle said: "King Jin bear with it, if this wound is not treated well, in case something dirty goes in and suppurates, the head will rot." ”

King Jin thought about it with the saint for a while, and they all felt disgusting.

He Zhichun's eyes rolled, and he said worriedly: "Take a look, my ninth brother's hair hasn't been washed for a long time, shouldn't it cause suppuration?" And this blood is all flowing in the hair, can you wash your hair? ”

At this time, the imperial doctor also rushed over, and proposed tremblingly: "Then why don't we shave our hair?" ”

King Jin almost didn't faint in fright, this is okay, where is the bald prince, Li Tianbao will not die if he harms him!

"No, no, no, the parents of the body." King Jin shook his head, and his head became even more dizzy.

The British duke cleaned up the blood, and said with disappointment: "See, saint, there is only a small opening! It's okay, it's okay! ”

The saint stretched out his hand to take a look, and there was really only a small opening, but it was estimated that there was a big bag near that opening!

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay!" As he spoke, he glanced at King Jin, "Hurry up, there's nothing wrong." ”

pretended to be quite similar, and nothing actually pinched Lao Tzu's legs.

The sage took the spare clothes from the carriage and changed them, and told the king of Jin to rest well, so he led a group of people to leave in a mighty way.

After tossing for such a day, he was really tired, and his legs hurt a lot.

Chu Dengshan was already waiting in the palace, and when he saw He Zhichun helping the saint get out of the car, he walked over in a low-key manner, "The Ministry of Rites has sent someone to Qianzhou to take care of the funeral, and it will all be done according to what you said." It's about to be spring, you see......"

Chu Dengshan felt that he was too polite to speak, and the saint's problem of suspending the dynasty at every turn was really unbelievable.

The sage waved his hand at He Zhichun, "The prince goes to see the excerpts, I can't go to the court these days, and the prince acts as the agent of the court." ”

He Zhichun nodded, "Daddy, you rested earlier." ”

As soon as He Zhichun left, the sage sighed again, "It is really not easy to be born in the emperor's family, who can be without fault if you are not a sage?" King Jin, he knew he was wrong. ”

Chu Dengshan was not happy to listen to this.

"If it is not easy to be born in the emperor's family, what about those who are born lowly and can't even eat? Wouldn't it be even harder? Born in the emperor's family, he has accumulated virtue in his previous life, and he has fallen into the nest of blessings in this life. It's nothing, as long as the surname is Li, you can have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime. ”

The saint is eager to kick him twice, can he not be loyal to him at any time?

"King Jin is really not easy, he has lost weight like that, I feel uncomfortable when I look at it, especially when he covers his face with a veil, and his father and son are gone, it is even more heart-piercing."

The saint is now in desperate need of man's support.

However, how can you become a famous minister just by saying good things? Chu Dengshan is a direct minister who takes it as his responsibility to carry the pole for the saint.

"Anyone who is a son and takes his father's arrows should die of shame. A few days ago, there were people who participated in the arrogance and lasciviousness of the Jin Palace, the eclipse of the sheep, and the forced purchase of blood swallows, have you forgotten the excerpt? Besides, how can a big man carry a scarf in his pocket at any time. ”

"Father and son can't see each other, don't you also see that he has lost weight?"

The sage felt congested and said unconvinced: "He hit the wall." ”

Chu Dengshan smiled and said nothing.

When the saint saw that he didn't raise the bar, he was a little strange, "Why don't you have anything to say?" ”

Joke! He, a man who eats by his mouth, can he have nothing to say?

Chu Dengshan arched his hand, "The minister suggested that the king of Jin should be the imperial historian, so that he could give full play to his talents!" ”

The saint was a little puzzled, "What talent?" ”

"Isn't hitting the wall a stunt of the Imperial Tower? Throughout the year, there are always several people who hit the wall on the main hall and die...... If King Jin goes, Cui Zhongcheng will be able to save a lot of funeral expenses! ”

The saint was amused by him, "Get out of here! ”

Chu Dengshan sighed, in the face of a person who can't wake up, what's the use of you shouting out the truth.

As a result, before he could step into his legs, the sage asked again: "You said that the son of King Jin was reincarnated by my eldest lang?" ”

Chu Dengshan sighed, "This minister doesn't know, so he doesn't dare to say anything." But this kid is not easy! It's a hard life! ”

What do you mean by that? He is the prince's son-in-law, where is his life miserable? ”

Chu Dengshan glanced at the sage, "Didn't you just say, born in the emperor's family, it's hard......"

The saint was completely speechless, smiled and waved his hand, "Get out of here, you won't let my qi go smoothly!" ”

Chu Dengshan was so happy that he got out, and he still had to ask the prince to invite him. He took a fancy to Yan Weiqing's sister and wanted to marry his second son, but they refused!

I have to ask Li Tianbao to do it for him!