The arrow seemed to have eyes and shot towards the little fat boy at a rapid speed.
Before the little fat boy could react, the Tiangan secret guards flew down and held him tightly in their arms.
1002 is still recovering from his injuries. There was a major turmoil in the world yesterday, and the consciousness of the main system has already left.
Without their protection, the little fat boy would be just a mortal.
Unfortunately, all his guardian beasts were left in the palace.
While Jiayi was desperately trying to block the rain of arrows, he still took the time to look back.
The little guy was very well behaved and cooperated, holding his head with his hands and curling up obediently.
No crying, no yelling, no talking to them.
Shouldn't I cry and look for my father?
But he didn't.
Jiayi didn't know whether he should be glad that His Highness was so well-behaved, or feel sorry for him for being so well-behaved.
Is being well-behaved the only form of praise for children?
Jiayi didn't feel it. As he looked at the prince curled up on the ground silently, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.
He is still so young, why is the murder following him like a shadow?
He is still so young and innocent, why is he so sensible at this moment?
He would rather His Highness cry and scream.
When the cold weapons came into contact, the knife and arrow produced a dazzling flash of fire, and the sound of cold weapons banging was endless.
Wait until Jiayi is in the crowd and hold him in your arms.
Didn’t the little fat boy ask if the assassin had left?
He wanted to pee.
He asked if his grandmother was okay.
In times of danger, he was smart enough to keep quiet and not disturb the secret guards.
When he was out of trouble, he carefully asked his loving grandmother.
How can one not love him?
You know, he is only three years old.
Every three-year-old child runs around naked, but he is not like that, teaching students and determined to change famous sayings.
Jia Yi's hardened heart seemed to be cracked open by someone. "This is an assassination attempt against you. The Queen Mother is safe."
Hearing that his grandmother was fine, the little fat boy visibly relaxed.
"Let's go back and find our father." His big eyes were full of longing and his little body was trembling.
He was very scared because all the people he trusted were no longer by his side.
He was so eager to fly back to his father's warm embrace.
He knew that his father would hug him, touch his head and kiss him.
But Jia was stunned for a moment and said, "Your Highness, I'm afraid that's not possible."
The pungent smell of blood filled the air, and the little fat boy was a little stunned. "Why not?"
This time, no one had time to answer his question. A group of masked men in black, performing light martial arts, quickly attacked the secret guards.
Amidst the flash of swords and the shadow of knives, the little fat boy curled up in the same place, holding his head.
The once lively eyes have lost their luster, like a silk figure that has lost its soul.
"Puff——" a sound of spitting blood.
"Chi——" the sound of the sword stabbing.
Jia Er looked at the assassins who kept coming and shouted, "Retreat! Take His Highness away!"
Before he could finish his words, he was hit by several arrows and fell to the ground.
The little fat boy burst into tears. That was his brother who had always protected him!
His little hand wanted to touch it uncontrollably, but was stopped by the secret guards.
Jia Yi glanced at the collapsed little prince and gritted his teeth, "Your Highness, I'm sorry!"
With a knife move, the little fat boy fell softly into his arms.
The brothers behind him fell one after another. Jia Yi ran as fast as he could, and felt severe pain in the places where he was stabbed by swords.
He subconsciously lowered his head and saw that the wound was already swollen and purple.
No! It's poisonous.
Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness.
A was exhausted and fell from the tree, with no feeling in his legs and waist.
He grabbed the weeds and soil with both hands and crawled forward step by step.
He wants to take His Highness away from danger.
The little fat boy was tied to his back with a cloth strip soaked in blood. Jiayi's nails were broken and his ten fingers were covered in blood.
His body was covered in cuts from sharp stones, and he seemed to be soaked in blood, yet he was tireless.
Forward, forward, forward!
This was his last thought before he lost consciousness.
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The Crown Prince of Dazhao and the Queen Mother were attacked while out, but the Queen Mother returned to the palace safely.
But the prince's whereabouts are unknown, and his life or death is unknown.
But it is said that the officers and soldiers who rushed there reported that His Highness was in great danger of death.
The elite secret guards trained by Emperor Mingxi were almost wiped out, and the soil at the entire scene of the incident was loosened by blood.
The scene of broken bodies and limbs scattered all over the ground was unbearable to watch.
The smell of blood reached the sky.
When Emperor Mingxi, who was discussing matters with his ministers in Xuanzheng Hall, heard the news, he vomited blood and fell unconscious on the spot, and Dazhao shook up and down.
At the critical moment, the Queen Mother held the imperial seal and went to court with the Queen. With the help of the emperor's confidants, they jointly supported the government.
Even so, Mobei and Da Chu were already ready to take action after hearing the news, and the people of Da Zhao were all in danger.
The mountains and rivers are in turmoil, the country is in turmoil, how can Dazhao, a piece of fat meat, protect itself from the attack of the two countries?
The Emperor is the root of Dazhao, and Your Highness is the heart of Dazhao.
Having lost its roots and its heart, how can Dazhao overcome the difficulties?
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Outside the Purple Palace, there are heavy guards, and no one can enter except the emperor's confidants.
The unconscious emperor was leaning on the bed, allowing Dean Lin to cut his flesh.
In the face of such a horrifying scene, everyone in the hall lowered their eyes and remained silent.
Even though the emperor had cold sweat on his forehead, he never uttered a word.
Wu Zhonghe stayed in the palace, watching all the time, and suddenly he wiped away his tears, "Your Majesty, why is this happening? The little prince has suffered this disaster..."
Before he could finish his words, he was stopped by the emperor.
The emperor spoke gently and did not blame Wu Zhonghe for his usurpation.
"My dear friend, do you know that my health is getting worse day by day? If it weren't for the gift of a son from Heaven, I wouldn't have known I'd been poisoned for over twenty years. No wonder I'm childless and so unpredictable. This poison is only noticeable when one is emotionally intense. I rarely have emotions. So, unless the right time, place, and people are right, there's no cure."
The emperor paused. He had never spoken such a long speech except to his son, so he felt a little awkward.
"I have grieved for Yu'er several times. The poison was aroused by me, and only then did I realize something was wrong. However, the poison is so deep-rooted that it will take a year or two to eradicate. Moreover, I have to bleed every other day, and I am like a ghost, neither human nor ghost. My son is smart, and I am afraid he will find out sooner or later and go get me a magic medicine."
The emperor's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was deeply moved. "Everything has its own gains and losses. I just want him to be safe. Let him go out and hide for a few years. It's just right that he won't see me so haggard, and he can start to govern the country."
Although he was speaking in a thankful tone, the sadness in his eyes was almost overflowing.
My son, please don't cry!
If the poison is not removed, he can only live for ten years. If it is removed, he can live longer.
But it is not easy to remove the poison. Even if he is in good health, he will become a monster if he has to bleed and cut his flesh every now and then.
How could His Majesty appear next to his son like this?
My son, please don't cry...
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