Alternative Rival

No matter how righteous and awe-inspiring, it can't hide the fact that Lin Jian is really scared to pee in her heart. She closed her eyes and kissed her neck on the edge of the sword. As expected, she felt a biting coolness, and then a moist liquid flowed down the side of her neck. , no one shouted: "Keep people under the sword!"

The little prince is indeed awake, she already knew that he couldn't open his eyes.

It's strange to say that she has been greedy for life and afraid of death for half of her life, and she always turns around and runs when she sees danger, so naturally someone will stop her.In the past, it was Zhao Qingge, and later it was the Shenju Research Institute. Even if the country was destroyed, she would not be in danger. Finally, when she arrived at this place, she had seen how Zhao Qingge survived step by step in the harsh desert, and brought her out. I heard other people in the team say that Bo Jue found them one by one after staying alone for 30 years. More people fought in various battlefields in the palace. They are all ready to dedicate their young lives at any time.There are also some people, let’s come together, she has never seen before, and they may have died, in this strange era.

Zhao Qingge said that in this place, no one can protect her all the time, she has to rely on herself.

So let's be a hero for a while. Anyway, I also sacrificed for the country, and I am a martyr after death. What are you afraid of?

It is very simple to break a person's fragile throat with a sharp blade, and it is even easier for the emperor holding a sword. As long as his hands don't shake, don't retreat, just wait for the opponent to come up, and then He would feel the blade stagnate, hit the throat, the sharp blade cut the throat, blood would flow out, she would fall to the ground, breathing hard, and it would not take long before she would be like a stranded fish, instinctively holding His own throat twitched and died.

That's right, it's really very simple. Although he is weak, he is very familiar with these procedures. Because of his power, he has killed many people at will. The fatuous old Hou Ye, and some others, he can't even remember their names now.But somehow, out of a subtle psychology or telepathy, he felt a gaze watching him.So he turned his head and looked at Yan Wugou's bed.

The little prince lay on the bed, watching helplessly, with big tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes.Seeing him looking over, the tears flowed more fiercely, his thin chest began to heave violently, and there was a ho-ho gasp in his throat, as he struggled to get up from the bed, but it seemed that there was a heavy burden on his body, and he even Can't move a single finger.

His tearful eyes were full of pleading.

The emperor almost threw away the sword in his hand in panic, rushed to the little prince's bed, and held his hand.

"Prince, are you alright?"

The little prince let him hold it, but his eyes stopped looking at him, and his eyes fell on Lin Jian who was holding his neck. Lin Jian shook his head at him, showed a big smile, and mouthed: "I'm fine, Very good.

The little prince also smiled slowly. He looked at the loving and compassionate monarch in front of him who had killed the decisive monarch just a second ago. He was extremely disappointed. He was even more disappointed than him killing loyal officials and favoring treacherous concubines. I don't feel angry anymore.

The emperor's expression looked a bit humble: "Is the emperor hungry? I asked the imperial dining room to make some food and bring it over. Wu Gao——"

"The old slave is here."

"Here—" the little prince scratched the emperor's palm with the tip of his little finger, and the emperor immediately turned his head back and asked softly, "My lord, what do you want to say?"

He opened and closed his lips twice, and the emperor moved his ears to listen carefully.

Facts have proved that in novels and TV dramas, it is impractical to hear the critically ill people who passers-by, because the emperor listened for a long time and didn't know what his own son was saying, so he beckoned at the silent palace lady just now. He waved his hand and said impatiently: "You, come here and listen to what Huang'er said."

Hua Nu trotted up, and the little prince also smiled at her.

I heard it clearly this time.

"Thank you... Your Majesty." Hua Nu relayed word by word, "Currently... still... can't... eat, it's late at night... dare not... disturb... father... rest...rest. "

The blunt "please come back" is almost ready to come out.

Hua Nu watched the emperor's face turn greener and greener, and finally walked away angrily.

The imperial physicians were invited to the East Palace again by the car wheel, and they were busy until dawn before returning to rest with the medicine bag in the morning light. The diagnosis was that the internal fire caused by rushing to attack the heart was exhausted, and a new lukewarm prescription was prescribed. It is getting thicker and thicker. Zhao Qingge once joked that here is surrounded by clouds and smoke every day, and everyone will soon become immortals.

The East Palace was silent for half a month, and the Empress came to visit the next day, but the Emperor never stepped into the gate of the East Palace.Half a month later, he happened to pass by, and heard laughter inside again, stopped for a while, the palace slave asked him if he wanted to go in, he snorted coldly, and left without looking back.

For Lin Jian, if the emperor does not come, he is at ease.When the little prince woke up for the second time, she didn't even leave a scar on her neck. In her own words: "It's still so flawless and beautiful." The little prince laughed so hard that he almost brought out his old wounds.

Zhao Qingge and Bo Jue heard about the danger when they met one night, and praised her very much. In those few days, she felt that her image had been elevated by three feet, and she was short of becoming a Buddha and saving sentient beings.

Lin Fo Jian made a bunch of handicrafts for the little prince when he was asleep, not to mention kites, flying chess for later generations, and even made a lot of dolls, and put them in a room for display. When he wakes up, he still needs to teach some boxing and kicking skills to strengthen his body. Doing these things has little to do with the task, half out of gratitude and half out of guilt.

The laughter heard by the emperor was when the little prince won flying chess. He was so talented and lucky that God was jealous. After playing for an hour, he threw Lin Jian thousands of miles away.Lin Jian, a chess player like flying chess who depends on his luck, can still make excuses for himself, but she is a female lone star, and she can't even compare to others in making clothes with a doll.She considers herself to be dexterous, much better than Zhao Qingge and Bo Jue, two rough men who can only fight and kill, but the little prince's hands are probably born to hold embroidery needles, and he can thread needles and threads easily. On the second day, I even knew how to embroider patterns without a teacher.The two of them nestled in the yard every day, playing with dolls, playing kites and playing chess. They played all kinds of chess in ancient and modern China and abroad. The only thing Lin Jian won was Go. Uncomfortable, so I asked Lin Jian to win by half.

The little prince would laugh at her every time he won, and for a while there was only laughter in the East Palace.Yue Nu was sent to the imperial infirmary, it was not Lin Jian who said it, her status was inconvenient, it was Hua Nu who secretly told the little prince the secret while she was away, Yue Nu angrily recorded the account in the It touched Lin Jian's head.Little did she know that she saved her own life by leaving. Lin Jian had already told Zhao Qingge and Bo Jue that in order to avoid future troubles, they would pick a suitable day to get rid of Yue Nu quietly and create an accident The illusion of death.Just the day before the start, she was transferred away.

Of course it would be better to kill one less person.

The only regret is that His Royal Highness, who was already physically weak, has become worse and worse after suffering from this serious illness. He can't even do simple standing for a long time, and he can't practice boxing kung fu anymore. , Sit down when you are tired, and repeat.

"It will always be fine." He stood in the sun and smiled, saying so.

Lin Jian wanted to tell him that the technology of later generations had reached an unimaginable level, and that he would be cured if he was brought back in a few years, then he rolled his throat twice, swallowed the words, and said, "It's going to blow up , Your Highness, let me help you go in first."

"But I've only been in the sun for an hour today. Didn't you say that basking in the sun is good for your body?"

"If you get too much sun, it will turn black."

The little prince was led by her, turned his head and gave her a light look: "Are you lying to the child?"

"Yes, I will lie to you."

"Just lie to me, I like being deceived by you." The little prince thought for a while and said seriously.

With the excuse of recuperating, the little prince has been closed for a month, but there is one thing that he has to go out to do - he is going to the Imperial College to go to school. , Even the emperor sent someone over to pass on the message that it would be impossible not to go.

But this time, he brought one more person, his deed son Lin Jian.

Lin Jian is not stupid. He knows that his actions are a blatant provocation to the emperor. Everyone knows what the Imperial Academy is. It is a place dedicated to giving lectures to the sons and daughters of the royal family. It is necessary to talk about national policies. How can a lone star sit at the same table with the prince? .It seems that the little prince's quietness in the East Palace this month is only a superficial compromise.

Because the heirs of the royal family were weak, some wealthy and noble children also went to school here. A group of young buns put down the books in their hands when they saw the people behind him.The Tai Tuo also pointed at him, shook his head and sighed repeatedly: "Oh, Your Highness, Your Highness, how can you..."

But the Taifu didn't say much, and let Lin Jian attend class with him. After school, he kept the little prince, knowing that the little prince would not let the lone star around him avoid him, so he didn't bother Tongue, eager to get to the point:

"Your Highness, it's not good, Concubine Yue is pregnant."