The Invincible Art of Oriental Invincibility

Although it is spring, the night wind in Beiping is still bitterly cold.

Today is the birthday of Wan Shi, the favorite concubine of the current emperor Zhu Jianshen. The emperor celebrated Wan Shi's birthday with a banquet in the palace.

The An Le Hall in the northwest corner of the Forbidden City was dimly lit, and cold wind was blowing in from the broken windows from time to time. There was not even a decent piece of furniture in the cold palace, and it was shabby everywhere.

With tears in his eyes, Ji Moyu put on his son's tattered coat and hat, and cried to Zhang Min, the guard who was waiting by the side while rubbing his hands:

"Eunuch Zhang, the little concubine is incompetent, and the little prince who can't protect is thoughtful. In the early years, she was protected by Empress Wu for a while. Now that the Wan family has one party power and the little prince is in danger, the little prince is in danger. It's better to give all my strength than to be so frightened." Give it a go..." He broke down in tears.

Ji Moyu was born with a beautiful face, and she has been suppressed and abused by Wan's all these years, and her appearance has not deteriorated a bit. Zhang Min, who cried this time, couldn't bear it.

Zhang Min lowered his head and the corners of his eyes were a little red: "Your suffering, I understand. I only hope that the emperor can find the little prince and hand it over to the great treasure in the future. In this way, your suffering will come to an end."

Ji Moyu looked at Zhang Min fiercely when he heard it, wiped away his tears and said firmly: "No, this concubine would rather the little prince live a rough life among the people than return to this palace that eats people and doesn't spit out bones. Eunuch Zhang, The little prince's life is now in your hands, and after sending him out of the palace this time, handing him over to a farmer's family, although it's a bit bitter, he will live a safe and secure life from now on."

Zhang Min wanted to say something after hearing this, but in the end he just let out a long sigh.

The two-year-old little prince quietly let his mother dress him, and babbled about things, but when Ji Moyu was crying hard, he raised his sleeve to wipe Ji Moyu's tears, but it made Ji Moyu cry Even more powerful.

The order of the curfew in the palace came from outside the house, and the Imperial Forest Army began to change shifts.

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Min frowned and picked up the little prince, wrapped it in a blanket in his arms, and said in a low voice: "Little master, say goodbye to the prince, I'm afraid we won't be able to see each other again from now on." Ji Moyu pursed her lips, stopped crying, took out a jade pendant and a letter from her bosom and stuffed them into the little prince's bosom, then took off a jade bracelet from her wrist and handed it to Zhang Min, looking at the little prince The prince resolutely said: "My child, take care!"

The child in Zhang Min's arms didn't say a word at first, but after hearing Ji Moyu's words, there was a hint of complexity in his little eyes, he stretched out his hand to touch Ji Moyu's cheek, and said simply: "Take care!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Min lowered the brim of his hat, opened the door, looked around and walked quietly along the porch.Ji Moyu leaned outside the door, the cold moonlight shining on her face made the tears on her cheeks more clear.

The whimpering sound of the night wind in the palace came from time to time, Ji Moyu tucked his clothes tightly, feeling chills in despair, when will this day be the end?

Zhang Min wrapped the child in his arms, hiding and walking along the way, sometimes he was about to be spotted by the patrolling imperial forest army, but he could always save the day. At first, Zhang Min was worried that the little prince in his arms would cry out on the road. plan, but the child is surprisingly well-behaved, nestled in his arms without crying or fussing.

Just when Zhang Min thought that the child would be delivered to someone outside the palace smoothly, Concubine Wan Gui, who was supposed to accompany the emperor to celebrate his birthday in Yuhua Pavilion, appeared with someone.

The glazed palace lanterns in the hands of the palace people illuminated the road in front of Zhang Min, and a group of Royal Forest Army surrounded Zhang Min. Concubine Wan Gui stood behind Zhang Min, with a hint of ferocity on her not-so-delicate face.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, Zhang Min looked at the little prince in his arms, the cold sweat on his forehead slid down his temples, it took a long time before Zhang Min twisted his smile and turned around to face Concubine Wan Gui and saluted: "The gatekeeper Zhang Min asks Concubine Wan Gui to be safe, and may her be safe and happy forever."

Wan Zhen'er walked up to Zhang Min charmingly, looked at Zhang Min sideways, and then raised her hand to support Zhu Chai on the temples: "Zhang Min, there is a curfew here, where are you going? To meet your lover privately?"

Zhang Min knelt on the ground and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, lowered his head and narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about his words: "The imperial concubine is joking, I am a slave eunuch, how can I have any lover."

"Oh, that's right." Wan Zhen'er said as she bent down and looked at Zhang Min carefully with a smile. When she saw the child in Zhang Min's arms, she took two steps back as if frightened: "Zhang Min, How did you give birth to such a big child without a lover?"

With a bang in his head, Zhang Min suddenly had an idea, knelt down in front of Wan Zhen'er, looked up at Wan Zhen'er with tears in his eyes, and said with a sob: "When the slave came into the palace with the empress, where did he come from without even getting married?" What kind of son, this is the elder brother of the slave who came to Beijing a few days ago, saying that the slave has not even had a big future for so many years, unlike the empress who is doted on by the Long Live Lord and has no worries for a while. The elder brother of the slave found a farmer outside the palace Bought a man to be adopted by the slave to be his son, and said that after a hundred years, it would be good for someone to send him to his death, and he could burn paper for the slave during the holidays." As he spoke, Zhang Min wailed loudly with the little prince in his arms.

Wan Zhen'er heard Zhang Min talk about the events of the past, and recalled the sacrifice Zhang Min made when she was young to be able to enter the palace to accompany her, and felt a little sympathetic: "Then why is this child in the palace?"

Zhang Min heard Wan Zhen'er's question and knew that Wan Zhen'er decided to let him go, so he held back his joy and quickly replied:

"The slave's elder brother insisted on letting the slave see the son he bought for the slave, so he quietly sent it to the palace for the slave. The slave was so happy to see the little baby, so he stayed for a few more days, and today he decided to send the child out of the palace. Let others take care of the slave."

Wan Zhen'er sneered, looked at Zhang Min, and then said quietly: "Absurd! Come, someone, beat this child to death for me!" With a wave of his hand, a team of imperial guards came up and wanted to shoot the child in Zhang Min's arms.

"Mother, no, this is a crime!" Zhang Min heard Wan Zhen'er's order to protect the child in his arms desperately, knelt down in front of Wan Zhen'er, grabbed Wan Zhen'er's skirt and cried loudly.

Wan Zhen'er's face became more murderous, she slowly squatted down and snatched the child from Zhang Min's arms, and a sharp and cold voice rang in Zhang Min's ear:

"Don't think that I can't see that this bastard looks like that bitch Ji Moyu, saving your life is already out of concern for our suffering back then."

Zhang Min shuddered at the cold look in Wan Zhener's eyes, and Wan Zhener snatched the child in his arms in a daze.Zhang Min fell to the ground in despair and covered his eyes, unwilling to look at the scene in front of him.

Wan Zhen'er held the child in her arms, the smile on her face remained undiminished, she teased the child, pretending to be gentle and said: "Son, next time you reincarnate, don't join the emperor's family." After finishing speaking, she threw the child into the hands of the Imperial Forest Army :

"Killed!" He turned and left.

It was the third watch, and the whole palace was cold under the moonlight. The cold light from the armor and weapons of the Imperial Forest Army made Zhang Min unable to open his eyes. At the moment when the Imperial Forest Army started to attack, Zhang Min closed his eyes in despair.

The author has something to say:

Uh... Guess who is the little prince... Hehe...