Ugly Nuer

"Who is there?!"

Suddenly there was a sharp shout in his ear, and Cheng Huan was stunned for a moment before he heard the voice, and his face suddenly showed joy: "Lang Que, Lang Que, help!"

A group of imperial guards trotted over, and the leader was indeed Lang Que. He saw Cheng Huan's eyes lit up, but his face quickly darkened: "You are so bold, the imperial guards are so tightly guarded, and you still let you run away... Hurry up." Follow me back to the emperor, the whole palace is looking for you!"

Cheng Huan didn't have time to say anything else, and quickly gave him the child: "Wen Gui's child...they want to kill him."

Lang Que was taken aback, the amount of information was too much, he was a little incapable of accepting it for a while, who is Wengui?Whose child did she have?Who is going to kill this child?

He was in a daze when he saw that Cheng Huan was covered in blood, and he was taken aback immediately: "What's wrong with you?"

Cheng Huan hid behind him: "They still want to kill me."

It was only then that Lang Que saw that there were others, a few palace servants, and a group of patrolling guards.

He quickly realized that the matter was not simple, and it was beyond his control, and he couldn't help crying in his heart. Cheng Huan, a troublemaker, was always so troublesome no matter how he got involved.

"Commander Lang?!"

Su Tao suddenly yelled, and knelt down on the ground: "Commander Lang, you want to uphold justice. It was Cheng Gonggong who wanted to harm this child. The concubine Yu bumped into her by chance, so she asked her servant to bring someone to stop her. I lost them all. Fortunately, I met him." This team of guards saved the child."

The captain of the guard also knelt down to plead guilty: "Miss Su Tao is right, the subordinate stopped this person just after hearing her shout."

Cheng Huan was dumbfounded and was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a while.

Lang Que was also stunned, Cheng Huan was in such a state of embarrassment, he didn't look like he was trying to harm anyone, but now the other party had a lot of people, and Cheng Huan really couldn't tell what was said.

But the emperor obviously treated Cheng Huan differently, even if the other party had nothing to say right now, he didn't dare to decide how to deal with it on his own.

It's just that Cheng Huan was injured all over his body. Originally, he just wanted to invite someone to the Daming Palace. Now that a certain Prince Hai has been charged with crimes, he can no longer be polite.

He coughed: "Come here, tie them up and take them to Daming Palace for the Emperor to deal with."

As he spoke, he fixed Cheng Huan nervously, afraid that he would make a fuss again at this moment, what should he do if this guy insists on making a fuss and refuses to tie him up?

Will the emperor wear shoes if I am knocked out and carry it back?

Lang Que's troubled face wrinkled, he was already thinking about his own way out, and he didn't come back to his senses until his subordinates reported that they had all tied up. When I got up, I touched the wound, and the blood was continuously flowing out.

Lang Que's face darkened, and he raised his hand and patted the back of the guard's head: "I don't see anyone injured?"

The imperial army was beaten in a daze. If the crime of murdering the prince was confirmed, death would be the lightest punishment. Who cares if he is injured or not?

Lang Que took out a square of plain handkerchief from his arms and pasted it on Cheng Huan's wound: "Be patient, the emperor will find out when you return to Daming Palace."

Cheng Huan's eyes brightened: "Go quickly."

He was finally able to see Xuanyuan Lin openly, and he could still see his face. God was not mean to him.

Because of this joy, even the bleeding wound on his arm didn't hurt anymore.

However, after entering Daming Palace, Xuanyuan Lin didn't see him, because Concubine Yu gave birth, Xuanyuan Lin rushed to Mingyue Xuan, Lang Que pressed Cheng Huan in the side hall of Daming Palace, and then took a group of palace people to find the emperor.

Cheng Huan was disappointed, and it was uncomfortable being tied up, but this was Daming Palace after all. He hadn't been here for more than half a year, and he missed it very much. Although he was tied up, he was walking around in the palace. Take a look here , look there, very busy.

However, Xuanyuan Lin never came back. It was not until dawn that the little eunuch outside said that Concubine Yu had given birth to a prince, the eldest son of the emperor.

Cheng Huan curled his lips, knowing that the one in Wengui's life is the eldest son of the emperor, and these people are too ignorant to make a mistake.

After he muttered, he felt hopeful again. Concubine Yu gave birth, so Xuanyuan Lin should come back, right?

He widened his eyes and stared at the door, but after an hour passed, it was Lang Que who was waiting. He held the imperial decree in his hand and looked at Cheng Huan with pity. I don't want to hear it anymore.

He shook his head and rubbed against the corner: "Go away, I don't want to hear you talk."

Lang Que sighed: "Eunuch Cheng, in yesterday's situation, even if the emperor believes you, there is nothing you can do. With so many witnesses, the emperor can't just ignore everything. Please be considerate and considerate to the emperor."

Cheng Huan opened his mouth, but was unable to speak.

Lang Que has already announced the imperial decree, saying that Cheng Huan deliberately murdered the prince and filled the clothes bureau.

He stuffed the imperial decree into Cheng Huan's arms, and said in a low voice: "The emperor obviously believes in you, otherwise murdering the prince is such a serious crime, beheading would be a minor crime, don't make trouble, at least you can live, it's better than anything else."

Cheng Huan let out a blunt "Oh", Lang Que knew that he was suffering, obviously he was the one who desperately protected the emperor's heir, but now he was caught in such a big pot, and he couldn't tell if he could clean up in this lifetime.

He patted Cheng Huan on the shoulder: "Be careful when you go to the Clothes Bureau, I'm afraid someone doesn't want you to live."

Cheng Huan said "oh" again, and looked up at him: "Didn't the emperor say he wanted to see me?"

Lang Que became vigilant, and quickly shook his head: "Don't even think about going to see the emperor secretly, if you dare to come out after arriving at the Clothes Bureau, you will be a fugitive slave, and it is a death penalty. The eunuch in charge doesn't have to report it, he can execute you immediately , you must stop making trouble."

Cheng Huan lowered his head and bit his lips, before whispering after a while: "He didn't even give me a chance to explain..."

Although the words were sad, he was rarely obedient. Lang Que was also a little bit embarrassed, but he still pulled him up from the ground: "Let's go now, you have to go sooner or later... Your arm is a skin trauma, but you Be careful, don't touch the water, even a small injury can kill someone."

Cheng Huan didn't make another sound as if he was dumb, and walked out by himself without his escort.

Lang Que caught up and cut the rope for him: "You... want to be more open, at least you are alive."

Cheng Huan suddenly looked back at the plaque of Daming Palace, his eyes were red, he raised his hand to touch his face, and beckoned to Lang Que.

Lang Que didn't dare to go over, so he took a small step closer: "What do you want to say?"

"I have hidden a lot of silver in the imperial study, you tell Eunuch Zhang for me, and I will give it to him."

These words sounded like he was explaining the funeral, Lang Que's scalp was numb: "Ai ai ai ai ai, don't say dejected words, maybe it won't take long for the emperor to find out the matter, and you will come out."

Cheng Huan stared at him and laughed.

Although his body was very weak and his face was pale and bloodless, Lang Que's eyes blurred when he smiled, his cheeks burned inexplicably, and he was absent-minded for a while. is a scourge.

"why are you laughing?"

Cheng Huan shook his head, but said nothing, he thought that so many people died in Huanyi Bureau every year, and his popularity in the palace was so unpopular, he might be killed at some point.

Xuanyuan Lin didn't even give him a chance to explain, how could he be released again.

He knew that he was waiting to die, but he didn't hate him. After all, it wasn't the first time Xuanyuan Lin wanted to kill him.

But it was still somewhat uncomfortable, which made him unable to lift up his spirits along the way. He was stunned, his head almost hanging down to his chest, as if he would fall to the ground in an instant.

Lang Que was terrified when he saw it: "Hey, are you okay? Do you have other injuries? If you want to be injured, tell me now, don't wait until you enter the clothing bureau, then no one will care about you."

Cheng Huan wanted to say that he felt sad, as if he had been stabbed with a knife, and the pain was excruciating. Can this disease be cured?

But he didn't have the energy to say it, so he could only keep his mouth shut and be silent. He also regretted it a little. It would be great if he didn't leave the Taiji Hall today. At least he is in that palace, but he can't go out of the palace gate. He can do whatever he wants .

When they arrived at the Huanyi Bureau, all they had to do was wait to die.

But he soon discovered that what he regretted was not that he shouldn't have left the Tai Chi Hall, but that he hadn't been able to see Xuanyuan Lin when he left the Tai Chi Hall.

Probably never see it again in this lifetime.

A dignified son of heaven, he doesn't even go to the Taiji Hall where the spiritual throne of the former empress is enshrined. Would he go to the dirty and smelly clothing bureau?

What's more, the prince has been born, so he wants to take Chen Rong into the palace, right?

I really want to become a ghost to find them...

Cheng Huan was not reconciled and sad, his eyes went black for a while, he thought he was angry, and when his stomach hurt again, and he stuck his head on the ground in pain, he realized that the effect of that bowl of soup was still good. did not pass.

Lang Que was taken aback, and quickly picked him up, seeing that his lips were black and blue, obviously exhaling more air than inhaling, as if he was about to die in the next moment, trembling all over, he didn't dare to neglect, he carried him directly to the Imperial Hospital .

However, the imperial physicians were still waiting in Mingyuexuan, and it was empty inside. Lang Que was sweating all over his forehead, but it was difficult to go to Mingyuexuan to find someone, so he could only call a little eunuch to go to Zhang Jinzhong to send a message, and he hugged Cheng Huan himself. Waiting at the gate of the second palace.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Xuanyuan Lin rushed over with the imperial physician, seeing Cheng Huan's appearance, his footsteps stopped abruptly, and the next moment he quickened his pace and came over, snatching him from Lang Que's arms: "Emperor physician!"

They went to the guard's room nearby, and the imperial physician's forehead was sweating: "Your Majesty, Mr. Cheng has eaten condensed grass by mistake. The man should be fine. It's just that he has a cold syndrome, which caused the illness. This minister is right now." Give him a needle."

Although it was said that the needle was used to cure the disease, when he stuck the needle, Cheng Huan's slashed wound began to bleed, Xuanyuan Lin's face turned dark, and he glanced at Lang Que: "It's not that Xiao Injury? Is this a small injury?"

Lang Que knelt down to plead guilty, complaining in his heart, it was a minor injury, but a little blood, not a big deal, but he didn't dare to argue with Xuanyuan Lin, so he had to suffer from being dumb.

After the imperial doctor finished administering the injection, although the blue color on Cheng Huan's face faded, it became paler and paler, and it seemed as if it was about to melt under the sunlight coming in from the window, which made everyone tremble in their hearts.