Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

"Your Highness, there have been rumors in the capital that Prince Qing defeated the bandits and saved the capital!"

"There are rumors everywhere."

Yan Wudao, wearing a black robe, was hidden in the shadows.

Prince Ning Qing was drinking with the singer in his arms in the tent. He paused when he heard the words and seemed not to understand what was going on.

"Yan Wudao, please repeat what you just said. What do you think happened to Lao Liu?"

The prince was drunk and hazy.

"Our attempt to discredit Prince Qing has failed! If His Highness insists on doing this, he will probably lose his position as Crown Prince."

Yan Wudao said expressionlessly.

The prince's eyes suddenly became sober, and this news made him break free from his drunkenness.

"Why is this happening? Who passed the news to Kyoto? My father already knows about it?"

The prince waved his hand and overturned the table.

Several kabuki screamed in fright, but the prince waved his hand in disgust: "Drag him down and kill him with a stick!"

Poor two beautiful singers, who just now were held in the arms of the prince and pampered, are about to face the fate of being killed with a stick in the blink of an eye.

It's a pity that no matter how they lamented, they could never get the prince's forgiveness.

On the contrary, Yan Wudao pleaded: "Your Highness, when you are angry, you should not express your anger at the people around you. In the long run, people around you will be afraid of you."

"The same to you?"

Prince Ning Qing had a playful look in his eyes.

"My life was given by the prince, so the prince can take it away at any time. I have never been afraid."

Yan Wudao looked as usual.

Prince Ning Qing waved his hands with a look of boredom: "Forget it, let it go."

After a group of servants went down, Ning Qing touched his chin and said: "I have spent so much time and effort, and yet I was dodged by Lao Liu again! Do you think Lao Liu has a hard life?"

Yan Wudao didn't know how to answer this question, so he could only whisper: "Your Highness still needs to be patient and wait until the next opportunity comes!"

"Now if I kill Lao Liu by force, what do you think my father will do to me?"

The prince's eyes flashed with cold and piercing murderous intent.

"Then His Highness's position as Crown Prince will definitely be lost!"

Yan Wudao said with great certainty.

The prince nodded: "It seems that you have also seen that the father has principles! If he does not make Lao Liu the prince, the principle is the blood of Concubine De! But I think that the father likes Lao Liu very much!"

“How come you see?”

Yan Wudao's brows twisted into a knot.

If what Prince Ning Qing said is true, this is definitely not good news.

"I heard that my father specially ordered the Privy Council to pay special attention to Lao Liu and report every move he makes."

The prince said sourly.

Yan Wudao's brows knitted into a knot: "This matter is indeed a bit fishy, ​​but your highness should not worry too much."

"Now, shall we retreat?"

Prince Ning Qing was a little unwilling.

Yan Wudao shook his head: "How can there be no credit for the army's expedition? It is also a great achievement for us to turn around and liquidate the position and defeat the rebels there!"

"Excellent!"

The prince's eyes finally lit up.

At the same time, Ning Fan seemed to have a feeling and ordered the team to stop.

After running around for days, everyone was a little frustrated.

Even though he had won the battle, he still had to be chased everywhere by the prince and his army. Who could I ask to explain this?

"Your Highness, are we not going to run away?"

"I just said, the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain, fight the prince to the end! I don't believe it, we can't stand these drunkards."

Chen Yuanqing said angrily.

Chen Yuanqing suddenly pulled out the silver gun from his back and pierced a big tree not far away with a pop.

Ning Fan saw that the tree that no one could hold was directly pierced, and his eyes widened in shock: "Are you so powerful?"

"Your Highness, have you seen it now?" Chen Yuanqing was quite proud.

"We can't fall out with the prince just yet. Our wings haven't hardened yet, so don't let them swell too much."

Ning Fan sat on the horse and smiled.

Chen Yuanqing looked annoyed: "It's okay for all of us to be wronged, but what about Your Highness? Can you also be wronged?"

"I can do it, no problem."

Ning Fan's light words immediately stunned Chen Yuanqing.

For a long time, no response came back.

Five days later, the imperial envoy finally arrived, bringing with him a reward from the imperial court.

As the Qing King, Ning Fan was granted the title of Great General and Captain, which gave him the honorary title of military commander. As for the Dragon Scale Army, it was officially recognized by the imperial court. From now on, the imperial court would also provide military pay.

This was something that made Ning Fan quite interesting. He thought about it for two days, but he still couldn't figure out why Emperor Tian'an would admit the existence of the Dragon Scale Army.

"Okay, we're fine now. Let's go back to Jiangbei to rest."

Ning Fan let out a sigh of relief.

With the imperial court's recognition, the victory in the Yellow Sea was already a certainty.

The prince used this method to kill the fourth prince Ning Xiao. Now he used the same trick again, but Ning Fan perfectly dodged it.

However, before Ning Fan's Dragon Scale Army had gone too far, they received another urgent letter from the court.

When Ning Fan opened it and took a look, his nose almost crooked with laughter.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Yuanqing asked curiously.

"The prince was besieged by the rebel Huang Chao in Pingcang and suffered heavy losses..."

Ning Fan sneered.

"Then shall we go or not?"

Chen Yuanqing chuckled.

Ning Fan did not answer the question immediately, but immediately took out the map and found the location to close the position.

When Ning Fan saw the surrounding terrain clearly, his face showed a strong sense of ridicule: "The prince lost to the rebels here. It's so inappropriate! He must have fallen into a trap."

"Then let's not go. If we go, we will die along with it. Let's just watch from a distance."

For the first time, Chen Yuanqing was no longer anxious to ask for a fight, but looked like he was watching a good show.

Ning Fan nodded and said: "You can't go too early, but you can't go too late either. After all, it's Dakang's soldiers who are besieged! Once the losses are serious, it will affect Dakang's national destiny in the future!"

The mere rebels were able to surround the imperial army, which impressed Ning Fan.

It seemed to be the most beneficial thing for Ning Fan if he took this opportunity not to rescue the prince and let the prince die in the chaos.

But after much thought, Ning Fan realized that it was not the prince Ning Qing who could not let go, but the 50,000 imperial soldiers who followed the prince on the expedition.

These are the elite of the imperial court. They are all soldiers of the Shenwu Camp. They wear the best armor and receive the most generous military pay. If the entire army is wiped out, then if the Huns and Jurchens really jointly attack, then the imperial court will be completely lost. Got the trump card.

Therefore, Ning Fan must save him, unless he wants to watch Dakang being trampled under the iron hoofs of the Huns.

"Your Highness, the prince has tried to harm us many times, and you still have to rescue him. I really can't understand."

Chen Yuanqing has already started to get emotional.