The urgent communication sounded throughout the world, and the secret guards took action quickly.
Those who were delivering the message to His Majesty, those who were dispatching troops and generals, and those with ferocious faces, all started to move.
Wei Yang rolled down from the tree and fell in great pain. Tears kept falling with the wind, but his heart was as cold as stone.
It is only right that these people should be buried with the young prince. Besides these, how many more people will die?
Doctor Zhao was still drinking tea when he suddenly received a message from the secret guard and was stunned.
He packed the medical kit with shaking hands and could hardly stand.
Before he could follow the secret guard out, Wei Yang arrived at the clinic. Looking at the unconscious little guy in his arms, Doctor Zhao felt heartbroken.
He did the same thing as Wei Yang and the others, checking for breathing and pulse, but they were all gone.
This made him slump to the ground, thinking helplessly.
The medical fee has not been paid yet, Your Highness. Didn’t you promise to give this old man a mountain of gold and silver?
She said she would take the old man home, so how come he jumped out in the morning and disappeared at noon?
God, why do you want me, an old man, to send off a young one?
Doctor Zhao even blamed himself. He wondered if he was just suffering from bad luck, so all the people close to him died?
His Highness was with him for only a month when he suddenly lost his life. Wasn't it because he was unlucky?
There was no breathing, no pulse, His Highness was really dead, he died right before their eyes.
Doctor Zhao slapped himself hard, if the children in front of him hadn't asked him.
He was about to take out the white silk and hang himself on the spot.
The old doctor looked at the group of children blankly, then looked at the sky blankly. "Go home quickly, the world is in chaos."
Fang Qi didn't understand, and he didn't know why there were so many unfamiliar faces in the old doctor's house.
And they all look scary.
But now they are like a dead body.
He watched these people kneeling in front of his brother, so he knelt down too.
He knew nothing and just followed his heart subconsciously.
The sun was at its highest point, but the atmosphere in the courtyard seemed stagnant. There were only people kneeling on the ground, and Fang Qi and his group who dared not even breathe.
They are all quietly waiting for death.
The army should be heading here, and Your Majesty will come here regardless of everything.
Death is not scary, what is scary is what will happen to it.
Is there a traitor among the secret guards? Are there people from other countries in this town?
Who killed the little guy?
Your Majesty, what will Your Majesty do?
I sent my son away for his own good.
If your son died outside, Your Majesty would go crazy, right?
Thousands of lives have been lost and people are living in misery. This is the emperor's revenge, and they are all sinners!
All of this is 1002's fault. It used to extract the little fat boy's consciousness and even did some disguise.
He was in a panic today and completely forgot about this.
When he hurried back, he saw the secret guards all over the ground and then looked at the sleeping cub.
Tong made a mistake again!
If my eldest brother receives the message, I'm afraid we're all finished!
1002 stuffed the little fat boy back into his body and rushed to the Jokhang Palace.
They found the fat cub after about two hours. If it had been two hours, it wouldn't have reached the eldest brother so quickly.
Oh my god, I'm flying, flying, spinning and spinning!
When 1002 thought about the consequences of his elder brother knowing the truth earlier than him, he felt that his survival was hopeless.
Slow down, messenger, please slow down.
The little fat boy was active for too long today and was very exhausted. 1002 sent him back and he took a nap for a while.
But the secret guards are extremely sensitive to breathing.
When Shen Hu heard the shallow breathing, his dazed expression brightened up a little. He pointed at the little prince who was placed on the table by them with shaking hands.
But the secret guards didn't bother to look at him, they just thought he was afraid of death.
Until Shen Qi gasped and beat his chest, "There's breath, there's breath!"
Although he was such a tall and strong man, his voice at this moment sounded like a rooster with its neck pinched, and the sound was sharp.
Doctor Zhao reacted instantly. Although he was in his seventies, he was more sensitive than the trained secret guards.
He leaned over the table to feel the pulse, and felt a strong beating. Doctor Zhao didn't care about anything else.
Crying and laughing, "Alive, alive, the little fairy is back!"
His hair was gray, and even his beard was white. He usually took good care of it, and only the little fat boy would pull it.
Doctor Zhao, who loved cleanliness and had his head and face covered in dust, muttered to himself, "The King of Hell doesn't dare to take you in, little immortal, little immortal."
Fang Qi and other children didn't know what was going on and thought the old doctor had gone crazy.
Those who were kneeling on the ground were also crazy, with insane expressions on their faces.
The Earthly Branch leader hadn't been happy for a moment when his expression suddenly changed and he exclaimed, "Not good!"
Your Majesty can't stand this stimulation, and there is also the army.
Emperor Mingxi, who was missed by many people, was having a sweet dream.
He hadn't had a dream for a long time because he was in pain day and night and couldn't sleep.
When his body wasn't aching, he could close his eyes and try to rest for a while.
His Majesty takes good care of his body. Because he wants to see his son, he endures it with all his might.
Today he seemed to see his son. Regardless of his illness, the little guy still hung on him as usual.
Emperor Mingxi thought to himself, little fatty, your dad is sick and might fall.
He also dreamed that the little guy missed him and hugged his neck tightly, making it difficult for the emperor to breathe.
But he didn't care at all, he looked at his son greedily.
Seeing his eyes were red and swollen, the emperor also felt sad.
My son, don’t cry, don’t cry, daddy is here!
She stretched out her skinny hand and gently patted the little fat boy's back, watching his eyes blink and fall asleep in her arms, not at all bothered by the smell of blood all over his body.
This made the emperor happy, and an unspeakable love surged in his chest.
But the sweet dream didn't last long, as Wu Zhonghe's crying voice woke him up.
The emperor woke up with a smile on his face. He was about to ask, Wu Zhonghe, I am not dead. I just dreamed of my son and slept for a while.
Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes with great difficulty and saw Wu Zhonghe's face full of sorrow and pain, the emperor's heart skipped a beat.
My son!
Could it be that something happened to my son? He hadn't dreamed for a few days, and suddenly he dreamed of his son. Is this a sign from God?
The emperor was so frightened that he didn't even dare to ask.
Even if he doesn't ask, others will tell him.
"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince passed away two hours ago!"
"Fatty is alive and well, Fatty is not dead, big brother!"
Two completely different voices reached his ears at the same time, which made this arrogant emperor stand there in a daze.
1002 finally caught up after chasing for a long time. The secret guards were really fast runners.
He had just brought the baby back when the news arrived that the baby was gone.
Fortunately, fortunately, he jumped quickly.
Just as he finished saying this, 1002's data collapsed again, causing him to grimace in pain.
His existence can be known, but must never be perceived, otherwise he will be rejected by the world.
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