Lin Gongzi medicine jar

Zhao Yuanrong was nervous and afraid, uneasy and uneasy. He knew very well that he had done something that made his father very unhappy and disrupted all Zhao Jingyi's plans. He was not a good son.

Zhao Yuanrong's eyes couldn't help but a little wet. He thought of Lin Xi, and he really wanted to get some comfort from his cousin, but unfortunately he didn't.

Lin Xi said he was kind, yes, he just couldn't bear it.

When Wei Yi led people to catch up with him, he could already see the Li Palace in Yishan. Zhao Yuanrong's stubborn character was just like his father. Zhao Jingyi delivered the letter.

That night, Zhao Jingyu was reading a book by a candle in the Li Palace, but he was restless in his heart. Emperor Xia Jing went to the village at the foot of the mountain, and only brought his father-in-law and some imperial guards with him. No matter how much they tried to persuade him, it was useless. He didn't dare to move anything.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps in the quiet night, Zhao Jingyu's heart skipped a beat for some reason, he suddenly got up and turned around, meeting Zhao Yuanrong's eyes.

"Rong'er? Why are you here?"

The anxious heart immediately calmed down, and the Ninth Prince's astonished face instantly showed a surprised smile, and the joy from the heart made Zhao Yuanrong, who was sombre, couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Idiot!" He cursed in a low voice, "If I don't come, who will protect you?"

Zhao Jingyu just smiled there.

Emperor Xia Jing was sitting in the wine shop, looking at the soldiers who were gradually gathering around him, panting heavily, his old dizzy eyes were sharp and cloudy for a while.

"Third, fifth, okay, you guys are really filial to your son, hehe..."

Su Yang, the commander of the imperial army, was sweating nervously. His men, Ma Ke, were all in the Li Palace. There were only a few dozen people here. How could they fight against the assassin who had been ambushing in this small village for a long time.

No matter how loyal and patriotic he is, he can't help scolding his mother at this moment, who the hell wants to visit in secret!

Rebellion doesn't have to be fought in the palace. Without the emperor and the nine princes, there is only one candidate for the throne.

When Su Yang thought of the Ninth Prince who was in the Li Palace, he couldn't help but feel worried, wondering if he was all right.

The Ninth Prince is in charge of the Ministry of War, but he has no military power, and he can't mobilize the Imperial Army. The soldiers of the Prince's Mansion are not here, and the only thing they have is a few guards. How can he do anything.

He could vaguely feel that tonight was unusual, but Zhao Yuanrong came, which made him greatly relieved.

How could his cousin Zhao Jingyi let his only son have an accident?

Zhao Yuanrong's presence here at this moment undoubtedly told everyone in the world that Prince Rui's Palace had chosen a side.

He was moved and grateful.

Suddenly there was a shout from outside the hall, "Who is it?"

Then there was a muffled sound of falling to the ground.

The two uncles and nephews got up at the same time, Zhao Jingyu subconsciously pulled Zhao Yuanrong behind him, and asked, "Did you bring someone here?"

"Should have followed." Zhao Yuanrong replied.

Then the two of them looked at the door in silence, which was getting louder and louder.

Zhao Jingyi pulled the sword away from the assassin's body, flicked the blood on the sword indifferently, and then walked towards Emperor Xia Jing.

The remaining sporadic imperial guards subconsciously stepped aside. Emperor Xia Jing cheered up and looked at Zhao Jingyi who was walking in step by step. He couldn't help but bend his fingers, his heartbeat became faster and faster with the footsteps, until his heroic nephew Shan Kneeling on the ground, "I am late to save you, please punish me by the emperor."

It came very timely, when Su Yang was struggling to hold on and could hardly hold on.

Following Zhao Jingyi's kneeling, all the camps in the suburbs of Beijing behind him knelt down together, neat and orderly, and strict discipline was evident.

Xia Jingdi looked at his nephew who always appeared at the most appropriate time and said the most appropriate words, and his mood became extremely complicated.

This was a premeditated plan, but it was an accident to him, but he still couldn't hide anything from this nephew.

The soldiers who rescued him knelt down to him, the emperor, but Prince Rui obeyed him. Emperor Xia Jing couldn't help thinking: If his son rebelled, he was mediocre and incompetent, he was still young, his aptitude was unknown, and he was too pure and kind. Who can suppress him in the future!

Just when he was thinking wildly, Lai Gonggong suddenly asked: "My lord, I don't know what's going on leaving the palace. Is His Highness the Ninth Prince still safe?"

Emperor Xia Jing suddenly became excited, and hurriedly asked: "Yes, Jingyu, how is he?"

If something happened to Zhao Jingyu, Emperor Xia Jing would no longer have a suitable heir, how could the rebellious prince be worthy of the throne, the only choice he had was...

Zhao Jingyi couldn't help sneering in his heart, but thinking of his own son, it's a matter of time and fate.

"Rong'er has brought someone to leave the palace." Zhao Jingyi said calmly.

After finishing speaking, he saw a guard rushing over, knelt down and reported: "My Majesty, my lord, all the assassins in Li Palace have been taken down, the Ninth Prince is safe and sound, but the prince..."

"What's the matter?" Hearing that Zhao Jingyu was fine, Emperor Xia Jing obviously breathed a sigh of relief, but it wasn't too obvious, and his expression became distorted.

"The son was hit by a sword and injured his left shoulder. Your Highness asks the emperor to return to Li Palace as soon as possible to preside over the overall situation."

Zhao Jingyi frowned suddenly, "Your Majesty, please allow my nephew to leave first."

"Go, go, immediately announce the imperial physician, and he must heal Rong'er!" Emperor Xia Jing quickly waved his hand, "Jingyi, you father and son have done a great job in saving you, and you will be rewarded when you return to the palace..."

Zhao Jingyi no longer had the heart to listen to the rest of the words, walked a few steps quickly, got on the horse, and led the people to leave the palace.

The closer to the Ninth Prince's dormitory, the stronger the smell of blood, Zhao Jingyi went all the way in with a serious face.

"Ah, brother Prince Rui."

The Ninth Prince, who was sitting on the bedside, immediately stood up when he saw the person coming, and felt the hostility and bloody aura all over Zhao Jingyi's body, and couldn't help but feel uneasy.

And Zhao Yuanrong, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help shaking when he heard the sound.

Zhao Jingyi stared coldly at the brat on the bed, slowly approached and took a look at the blood-stained left shoulder, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Zhao Jingyi looked at him for a long time, although Zhao Yuanrong didn't dare to look up at him, but he still felt like a glow on his body.

In the end, he couldn't bear the sharp gaze, so he had to call weakly under the pressure: "Father..."

Zhao Jingyi then turned to look at the Ninth Prince, "Can we father and son say a few words?"

"Okay, of course." The Ninth Prince quickly slipped away, he finally knew what kind of brother Prince Rui came down from the battlefield, oh my god, it's too scary, usually putting on the air conditioner is just for fun.

"He has a brain, and he knows how to use bitter tricks."

Zhao Jingyi said coldly, but without any irony.

Zhao Yuanrong subconsciously picked the thin blanket with his fingers, "It's nothing, my son is sincere..." Zhao Yuanrong closed his mouth instantly, seeing his father's gloomy face, his heart trembled again, and he mustered up the courage to continue. : "My son is not filial, but this is his choice, you...don't be angry, you can beat or punish you when you go back..."

It would be great if Lin Xi was here at this time.

The opportunity has been lost, it is a foregone conclusion, and the penalty is even more meaningless.

What use does Jiangshan have with him, it is only for you.

Zhao Jingyi couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"My son believes in Uncle Jiu." Zhao Yuanrong looked at his father and said seriously.

"It's up to you." Zhao Jingyi said lightly, "Everyone is subject to change, if you regret it, you can't blame anyone."

Look at the current Emperor Xia Jing, who used to be the wise Lord, who can guarantee that Zhao Jingyu will not be next?

Zhao Jingyi didn't sit for long, when he went out, he met the Ninth Prince who came in with a medicine bowl, his face was full of guilt.

Zhao Jingyi suddenly felt relieved, his boy was indeed kind, but there were also times when he was cunning, the emperor had a great responsibility, and getting it might not be better than it is now.

He nodded and left, Zhao Jingyu's voice could be heard vaguely behind him.

"Rong'er, you scared me to death when you rushed up, you must know how to hide behind me next time, you know, I am your ninth uncle, I should protect you."

"You are like a wooden pestle standing there without moving. If I don't rush up, you will be chopped! Oh, this medicine is really bitter, so don't drink it." Zhao Yuanrong said impatiently.

"If I hide, won't I hurt you?"

"Nonsense, my skills are much better than yours."

"Yes, yes, little ancestor, drink quickly."

"I haven't taken medicine for a long time, it's all about you."

"I remember it all, Rong'er, you are the best to me."

"Nonsense, we are buddies."

"I'm your uncle."

"Humph."

……

Zhao Jingyi raised the corners of his mouth and sighed softly. He suddenly missed Lin Xi very much.

That night, Liang Wangfu and Shu Wangfu were surrounded by the forbidden army, and Liang Wang and Shu Wang went to the prison together.

Concubine Liang is confined to Lizheng Palace.

On the second day, Shengjia returned to court.

Three days later, Zhao Jingyu, the Ninth Prince, was conferred by the court as the crown prince, who was seated in the East Palace.Order Liang Wang and Shu Wang to be imprisoned in their respective mansions for life, never to get out.

At the same time, Lin Xi was granted the title of Taifu, Prince of the current dynasty, and ordered to go to Haiguang together with Prince Rui who was already in battle.

Nothing can stop the sea ban anymore.

"Sincerely, thank you."

Lin Xi lay on Zhao Jingyi's chest, brushed her sweaty long hair to her back, and said softly.

"You should thank me well, Xi'er, the biggest winner now is you."

Zhao Jingyi caressed Lin Xi's gentle back, and couldn't help but sigh for life.

Lin Xi smiled and kissed the corner of his lips, "Don't be afraid, I won't bully you."

The author has something to say: Well, as you can see from the title, finally this 3-year battle is coming to an end, and Yao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Thank you for your constant company, because of you, there are no eunuchs, I love you, okay, if there is a chance, see you next time.