The cute pet of the empire

Luo Huan, who had finished handling the affairs of the day and arranged everything, felt a bit tired. He leaned back on the chair and gently rubbed his temples.

All the generals in Royce City have been contacted. What Philip has done in the past two years has completely chilled them. It is even easier to attract these people than Luo Huan imagined; The legion was also well prepared, those were originally Luo Huan's life and death friends, and Luo Huan did not forget to keep in touch with them during the two years at Alan Guard Academy.

As for the border guards far away on the border, Luo Huan was also confident that they would stand by his side.

These preparations were just in case, but he didn't want to go that far.Before that, Luo Huan still hoped that Philip would find his way back.

In the bedroom on the other side, Philip felt a wave of fear.

He had just summoned ten of his generals and asked them for their opinions on establishing an heir. Except for one true confidant of Philip, the other nine generals unabashedly expressed their support for Luo Huan.

Even Sid's father, who had been with Luo Huan for two years, reprimanded Philip's whimsical idea in person: "It's a dream to want us to obey that little baby who is not yet full moon!"

As for the ministers of the interior, Philip's temptation was much smoother, but not many people made a clear statement.

These ministers of the interior did not hold military power in their hands, and Philip knew very well that at critical moments, their attitudes were not important at all.

"What should I do? What should I do?" When Philip was in the bedroom, holding the flagon and drinking again, he saw the strong and powerful body walking towards him, and felt a burst of fear and powerlessness.

"Luo Huan!" Philip greeted his son subconsciously. He has seen the official affairs that Luo Huan handles these days.

"Father!" Luo Huan walked up to Philip and looked at his father.

Since his return, Philip's drinking has decreased a lot, and those days and nights of prostitution have also restrained a lot, as if the high-spirited king in Luo Huan's memory has returned.

"I feel that I'm getting old, so I'm going to hold the grand ceremony next month." Philip said, while he was speaking, he observed Luo Huan's expression, hoping to catch some information from his son's face.

But he couldn't catch anything.

"I intend...to make you his heir. This is also the result of my discussions with the generals and ministers!" Philip gritted his teeth and said firmly.

"Is it the heir ceremony?" A trace of inadvertent sadness flashed across Luo Huan's eyes.

There will be a special ceremony in Royce's heir ceremony.

Because the establishment of a country is not easy, each prince who is selected as the heir must go deep into the jungle by himself, hunt back a tiger, pull out the tiger's fangs, and use it as a gift to the ancestors to prove that he is a strong man. A man good enough to lead a tribe.

"Yes! The Hall of Heirs!" Philip's eyes suddenly flashed with hope. This idea has been in his mind for a long time. It was just vague, but now, it has become more and more clear, and his speech speed has become faster. Get up: "Son, on that day, you will walk into the jungle, and like me, you will dedicate the best prey to our ancestors."

Luo Huan looked at his father deeply. He thought that his father would recover under his persecution, like a real man...

But, in the end, my father chose another path.

Cowardly, incompetent, old, fatuous, but unwilling to lose power and status.

He has changed from the ambitious, heroic hero who once led Royce's army to repel the enemy's attack again and again, into an old man who is afraid of strength and bravery.

Perhaps... an adjective, "shameless", should be added to the old man.

"Father, you are my dearest relative in this world." Luo Huan pondered for a moment, and said sincerely, "No one wants to see you cheer up more than me, I love you!"

"I love you too!" Philip said perfunctorily, he was already excited about his plan.

Luo Huan's eyes were slightly closed, and after a while, he turned and left.

The news that Luo Huan was to be established as the heir of the king quickly spread to every corner of Royce. Queen Perik was extremely satisfied with Philip's decision, and the generals who held the military power finally let go. He breathed a sigh of relief——Philip wasn't so stupefied that he did something irrational.Even after Luo Huan came back, Philip, who had been ignoring business for a long time, began to check letters frequently.

"Your Majesty, my brother has returned to Alanwei!" Qian Yueji was holding the child and sitting beside Philip. She didn't understand what Philip was afraid of!

"He brought three hundred warships and 2 troops from Corinth. It's only a matter of time before Alanwei is captured! Those students who guard the border do not pose any threat at all. Why... do you want to make Luo Huan your heir? Could it be... ...Is that why you don't like our children?"

"No!" Philip hugged the little baby, lifted him high, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Only in front of Qian Yueji's crying request and this baby, can he feel his strength.

"You don't understand, but don't worry, I said, if you want to pass the throne to my youngest son, you will definitely do it!" Philip's mind emerged with his own plan.

That's right, Royce's generals betrayed themselves and favored Luo Huan; the elites of the Alan Guard looked down on themselves and favored Luo Huan;

But... what if Luo Huan died suddenly?

Will they be surprised and feel like a failure?

A smile appeared on the corner of Philip's mouth.Usually, he has power and absolute authority, and he doesn't bother with such intrigues at all.

But now, he felt that using this trick would make him more comfortable.

For the sake of a woman and a baby, if he kills his young, strong and loved son, his throne will probably be shaken.

Philip didn't dare to stage a coup in the palace, and he didn't even dare to let Luo Huan die in the palace.

Assassination is obviously difficult, and Philip is well aware of his son's strength.

Then, the fastest and best opportunity, of course, is during the heir ceremony, the task that Luo Huan had to complete alone.

look!I also love my son very much, and even wanted to pass on the throne to him, but unfortunately...he died himself!

himself, dead...

Yes, after Luo Huan's death, there may be some turmoil, after all, the right-wing legion may be suspicious.

But...you can find a way to make all this smooth.

Marrying Luo Huan's sister to Qian Dilun as a deal, Royce and A Lanwei will unite again.

Qian Dilun, this powerful foreign aid who has made a comeback, owns Corinth, and is about to occupy Alanwei, will become his heaviest weight!It was enough to suppress Royce's discordant voices because of Luo Huan's color.

As for his current wife, Perik.

Philip was even more disdainful in his heart. As long as Luo Huan died, this woman would be worthless. He would immediately marry Qian Yueji, and then re-announce his decision—this weak and helpless little baby with no power at all , is his true heir!

Philip looked at himself in the mirror, his face no longer had the heroic vigor, but became ferocious, old, and greedy for power and position.

On the same night, Luo Huan lay quietly on the bed. Tomorrow would be the heir ceremony. He rested his dagger on his pillow, and lightly stroked the edge of the sword with his fingertips.

A white leopard was lying beside him, with its head resting on his chest, and its tail resting on the young man's powerful thigh.

"I've never wished so much, longing for my judgment to be wrong." Luo Huan's voice was low, and he slowly closed his eyes, "I hope, I'm wrong. I hope, all my preparations are in vain ..."

Mao Xiaohua stuck out her tongue and gently licked Luo Huan's chin.

Luo Huan's chin was cleanly shaved, and the stubble was a little hard.

Mao Xiaohua stretched out her claws again, and plucked Luo Huan's hair.

That hair had been cut in the afternoon and was cut so short that it was hard to catch.

When pruning these, Luo Huan was talking about preparing for tomorrow's heir ceremony, but in fact, Mao Xiaohua knew very well - that was something Luo Huan would only do before the battle.

Stupid Leopard didn't understand what was going to happen, and Luo Huan never mentioned it to him.

But the smell in the air, as well as the guards moving back and forth in the corridor, have already made Mao Xiaohua, who has a very keen sixth sense, aware of the coming bloody storm.

In the Luna Federation calendar, in 449, June 6 was Luo Huan's birthday.

According to the custom, it is the day when a man formally comes of age, and after this day, he has the full right to make any decisions on his own.

Generally, on the day when a man comes of age, the folks will make a marriage for him and hold a coming-of-age ceremony.

Philip, on the other hand, chose the heir ceremony today.

The sky of this day was still shining brightly when I got up early, and there was a fragrance in the air in early summer.

Two years ago, on Luo Huan's 16th birthday, Philip praised his son in public with pride and pride, held a large-scale South Leopard selection contest for him, and gave him a precious birthday present.

However, today, two years later, Philip stood on the high platform in the square in front of the temple, without a smile on his face, his eyes were swollen, he held his sword hilt tightly, and looked nervously at the young man who was walking towards him.

"Royce's future rests on your shoulders! My dear son, let us, father and son, work together to bring Royce to a more brilliant tomorrow!"

Philip read out the series of speeches on the establishment of an heir, stretched out his hand stiffly, took the crown handed over by the captain of the guard, and held it up high.

Luo Huan knelt on one knee in front of Philip and raised his head slightly.

The eyes of the father and son met at this moment.

"Father... I love you!" Luo Huan whispered, trying to call Philip back for the last time, "I hope we can get along as happily as before."

But Philip's eyes were cloudy, and he couldn't see the longing and affection in his son's eyes at all.

He curled his lips, weighed the crown, and brought it heavily to Luo Huan's head. The golden headdress, which was shaped like his own crown, made Philip feel uncomfortable.

"Next, you should use your strength to prove to the ancestors of our Alecian family that you are worthy of the title of heir!"

Philip's voice was a little excited at this moment. He drew out the short sword in his hand and pointed at the barren hill outside the city that had been prepared: "Where to go, hunt back the honor that a warrior should have!"

Luo Huan got up slowly, his eyes drooped, he glanced at his father, and then turned around.

This time, the family relationship between father and son was severed.

This time, the warmth in the past will turn into the killing in the future.

Luo Huan got on his horse, whistled, and summoned a loyal friend who would never betray him.

Like a bolt of lightning, the white leopard jumped out of the crowd and stood proudly beside Luo Huan.

The generals and ministers who came to watch the ceremony applauded one after another, and even some residents of Royce also rushed over. At this moment, they watched their future king walk out of the city gate.

At the gate of the city, Mao Xiaohua saw the one-eyed black cat who had beaten herself all over the place and looked for its teeth.

"Hey! Leopard, where are you going?" One Eye asked.

"The barren hills outside the city..." Mao Xiaohua said while maintaining her graceful steps.

"Desolate? Barren mountain?" The black cat was taken aback. "There are soldiers everywhere, and there are many secret sentries and traps... Are you... going to die there?"

When Mao Xiaohua heard such great news, she almost tripped herself.

"Really, I just came back from there this morning! It's scary!" One Eye said, "Even a cat as strong as me can't come back, let alone you who are defeated..."

But before the one-eyed man finished speaking, a farmer passed by carrying a basket of fish, so the black cat abandoned chatting with Mao Xiaohua, and ran to follow the farmer to steal the fish.

The barren hills outside the city are all traps...

Mao Xiaohua looked up at Luo Huan worriedly, Luo Huan looked calm and did not show any abnormality.

Only occasionally, from Luo Huan's eyes, could see the flashing cold light.

At this moment, Mao Xiaohua suddenly understood something, no wonder...Luo Huan didn't sleep all night yesterday.

No wonder, yesterday the pigeons in the palace had to be very happy, going back and forth.

The moment Luo Huan left the city, the sun had already hid in the clouds, and the dark clouds floated in from a distance, and soon shrouded the land in haze.

Luo Huan followed the king's escort to the designated barren hill, jumped off his horse, and walked forward quietly.

Mao Xiaohua's ears perked up, and she followed him.

Such a barren hill, the traps everywhere, and the bloody smell hidden in the soil and rotting leaves made Mao Xiaohua feel very familiar but also very strange.

In the Alan Guardian Academy, they had received this kind of training many times, but there was no real murderous intent in it.

And at this moment, when the dark clouds in the sky completely enveloped the woods, and even the lightning could not tear out the light, Mao Xiaohua smelled for the first time, the real killing breath that belonged to human beings.

"Aww! Aww!" Mao Xiaohua roared in a low voice, warning Luo Huan.

Luo Huan bowed his body, although he was vigilant, he seemed completely unaware of the danger.

"Whoosh!" There was a sound of breaking through the sky at this moment, and the sky began to drop pea-sized raindrops, hitting the branches.

The smell of blood!Mao Xiaohua couldn't believe what she saw. A feathered arrow came from Luo Huan's back and went straight into his back.

Blood flowed from his back, and there was a clear mark on the white robe.

He was...injured all of a sudden, how could this be possible!

Luo Huan turned his head suddenly, and masked and armored soldiers appeared in the forest one after another.

Luo Huan let out a helpless and regretful laugh: "It really is... his personal guard..."

"Aww!" Mao Xiaohua roared wildly, and rushed towards the soldier who shot and wounded Luo Huan. It moved so fast that it bit off the soldier's neck in just a split second.

The soldiers rushed forward, surrounded Luo Huan, and stabbed Luo Huan with their spears.

A fight begins here.

bang!The iron sword in Luo Huan's hand fell to the ground;

Luo Huan rolled on the spot, and began to beckon his leopard to come with him and break out of the encirclement.

The two ran side by side again. Mao Xiaohua had run like this before in Alanwei's sports meet.

But at that time Luo Huan was not injured, but at this moment...

Mao Xiaohua smelled the bloody smell on Luo Huan's body, and felt as if a piece had been gouged out.

How much he wanted to go back and kill all the sneak attacking soldiers, but Luo Huan's order was to let him run away.

So, Mao Xiaohua kept her own speed, three meters in front of Luo Huan, using her keen sense of hearing, smell, and vision, to constantly identify those traps, secret whistles, and various possible dangers.

On the other hand, Luo Huan took off the bow and arrow on his back, opened his bow and arrow with his injured and bleeding arm, and shot to death the soldiers ambushing in the jungle by the roadside according to Mao Xiaohua's prompt.

The rain in the sky was getting heavier and heavier, and Luo Huan stumbled as the pursuers kept chasing after him.

With a plop, he fell to the ground, and the golden crown on his head fell into the soil.

"Hurry up! The target is ahead, he is injured, very heavy, and easy to catch!" The torrential rain fell like a curtain, blurring people's vision.

Mao Xiaohua ran faster, and he felt that his five senses were more sensitive, but suddenly, he slammed on the brakes and stopped his feet.

Under Luo Huan's password and request, I actually ran to the edge of the cliff! !

Below is the abyss, with heavy rain ahead, and pursuers behind.

Luo Huan, who possessed fighting strength, still had an arrow stuck in his vest at this moment, and he was already stumbling and embarrassed.

"You won't die here?!" Mao Xiaohua was a little anxious.

He turned his head and looked at Luo Huan.

But the young man who had been stumbling and was seriously injured a moment ago suddenly straightened up, looking all around, and pulled out a thick bamboo without hesitation.

Mao Xiaohua noticed that the bamboo had no roots, as if it had been inserted here beforehand.

Luo Huan, who couldn't run at all and was about to be caught, suddenly became as light as a swallow at this moment. He rushed to the edge of the cliff with a quick sprint. The huge bamboo pole in his hand touched the ground, and he jumped into the air.

"Jump!" Luo Huan ordered loudly.

At this moment, the rainstorm and clouds obscured the front, and Mao Xiaohua couldn't see the way ahead at all.

Jump?That is the abyss!

But Mao Xiaohua didn't hesitate for a moment, and he didn't stop at his feet. He jumped up from the ground and jumped towards the abyss.

He spread his limbs in mid-air, trying to flatten his body as much as possible, and the clouds and mist surrounded him, as if flying in the sky.

When he jumped to the highest point, Mao Xiaohua began to descend. Instead of scrambling in the air like last time, he maintained that gliding posture.

A pair of strong arms grabbed his waist at this moment.

With a bang, one person and one leopard landed on the ground. Mao Xiaohua always controlled herself and didn't use her claws to grab Luo Huan's body. He was afraid of scratching the unprotected Luo Huan.

For a moment, Mao Xiaohua even felt that he probably fell to the bottom of the cliff and died, so he didn't dare to open his eyes.

Until a steady and powerful voice sounded in my ears with a hint of tenderness: "Jon, it's okay, I'm wearing soft armor, you can grab it."

Mao Xiaohua opened her eyes and looked at Luo Huan. It was unbelievable that Luo Huan was safe and sound.

It has been with him all the time, but... When did Luo Huan put on the soft armor?

However, what surprised Mao Xiaohua even more was yet to come.

Luo Huan took off his clothes. The feathered arrow didn't hit Luo Huan's heart at all, but it was precisely inserted into a blood bag on Luo Huan's back.

The blood was not shed by Luo Huan at all to confuse others.

As for Luo Huan, the wound on his leg.

When Mao Xiaohua wanted to stick out her tongue to help him lick it, she realized that those were only minor skin injuries, not serious at all.

It wasn't until this time that Mao Xiaohua knew that everything that happened today was within Luo Huan's expectations.

He is always ready.

No wonder, last night, Luo Huan murmured: "I hope my judgment is wrong... I hope my preparations were in vain."

After encountering such a complete and merciless betrayal by his father, Luo Huan should be sad in his heart, right?

Mao Xiaohua raised her head to look at the man beside her, but the man's eyes were firm and the corners of his lips were resolute, and he couldn't see the slightest pain in his heart.

Mao Xiaohua turned her head, this time he opened his eyes wide, and amidst the clouds and mist, he saw the cliff on the opposite side that he jumped over.

Last time, he and Luo Huan pole-pulled and jumped a distance of 15 meters.

But this time, the distance between the two cliffs was more than 30 meters.

The bottom of the cliff is an abyss, and it is impossible for anyone to have that kind of power to jump so far with bare hands.

The pursuers behind would definitely think that Luo Huan was seriously injured and dead.

Luo Huan didn't look back, he just threw his bloody clothes off the cliff in this cloud and mist, and left, walking down the mountain from the other side.

When we reached the foot of the mountain, the rain had gradually stopped, and dozens of young people had already been waiting there.

"Your Highness!" Those people walked up to Luo Huan and bowed in salute.

Luo Huan's brows were slightly frowned, and he looked a little melancholy in the rainstorm, but the lines at the corners of his mouth were extremely resolute.

"Mobilize the right-wing army, use my funeral as an excuse, and enter the city of Royce!"

"The guard mutiny is scheduled for tonight."

"Shut the city gate tightly and don't let anyone in."

……

One order after another was transmitted, and Luo Huan finished speaking in one breath, his clothes were wet and stuck to his body, covered with mud and blood.

"Your Highness, would you like a change of clothes?"

Luo Huan shook his head: "No! I'll just... go see him."

In Royce's palace, Perik let out a wail. She held the crown and dagger recovered by the guards, and Luo Huan's bloody clothes found at the bottom of the cliff, and collapsed on the ground.

"You lied to me! My son couldn't have been killed by a wild beast! You killed him, you killed him!" Perik rushed towards Philip, but he was mercilessly thrown by him. kick away.

"Perik, I have endured you for a long time! It used to be because of Luo Huan's presence, now! Let me tell you, tomorrow, yes, tomorrow, I will hold a wedding with Qian Yueji, get out of here, tonight, just Get out of the palace with your vicious words and this disgusting face!"

"How dare you!" Perik looked at the guards pouring into the palace, tried to struggle, and roared loudly, but Philip laughed triumphantly!

"Mother!" A girl ran barefoot in a nightgown in panic and knelt down beside Philip, "Mother, my father wants to marry me to a traitor from Alanwei, take me away..."

Snapped!A crisp slap sounded in the air, and Philip slapped his daughter to the ground.

"Don't even think about leaving!" Philip grabbed his daughter and threw her into the group of guards to guard him, "Tomorrow, you will get married! You must marry Qian Dilun who has already made a covenant with me! Your wedding will be Hold it with mine!"

"Brother!" The girl burst into tears. Usually, she never realized the importance of her own brother, but this night, when the news of Luo Huan's death came and Philip suddenly changed his face, she never expected so much. I hope Luo Huan comes back.

Philip strode forward and picked up the dagger and crown on the ground. At that moment, when he saw the small characters of Luohuan Alecian engraved on the dagger, he felt a sense of sadness in his heart, but this moment Sadly, he was immediately thrown behind him.

"It belongs to Luo Huan, give it back to me!" Perik tried to snatch back his son's belongings, but was kicked away by Philip again.

He walked towards his bedroom with big strides, ordered two full barrels of wine, and drank it in big gulps.

"Once again, I defeated someone who was stronger than me...I killed him..." Philip murmured, "I killed him...I actually...is such a despicable person...haha... I am no longer afraid of someone threatening me and trying to take my position away...but I killed my son, the proudest son!"

Philip was crying and laughing in the empty bedroom, until the slender Qian Yueji came to her side with the infant baby in her arms, Philip rushed towards his only remaining son as if he had found a treasure.

He held the little baby tightly in his arms and kept kissing.

"Son, this is my son...I still have you...and you..."

Philip was immersed in this contradictory and complicated emotion, and he couldn't hear the noisy footsteps at the palace gate, and the sound of weapons and swords seizing the palace gate.