The Tyrant's Cannon Fodder Queen[Transmigration Book]

The prince didn't understand the meaning of his father's words, and looked at the emperor blankly with tears in his eyes, wanting to ask his father to explain something clearly.

The prince felt ashamed, if his father recovered from his injury, he would take the initiative to plead guilty and request to abolish his position as prince.

But at this time, the political situation is unstable and wolves are around, he can't shirk his responsibility when his father is critically ill.

But the meaning of the father's words seems to be that he wants to give up the position of the crown prince.

The emperor was confused.

He didn't know what happened in the barracks. He had planned to teach the prince the truth slowly, but it was too late now.

He could only pick some important points, and he held the prince's hand tightly and said: "The new law is not a long-term solution. I promised to try it out...I want you to see the result with your own eyes. If you ascend the throne, you must not implement the new law for the whole country..."

The prince was startled, he never expected that his father would mention these trivial government affairs at this time.

Besides, the trial of the new law was obviously very successful, why did the emperor suddenly say such words at this moment?

The emperor took a deep breath, looked at the prince and said: "Officials...don't...compete with the people, even if your original intention is to benefit the people, once power interferes with private transactions, this new law will one day become a means for corrupt officials to amass money. Weapons have become a source of corruption and bullying the people! If I have another three years, I will be able to lead you to see the shortcomings with your own eyes. Now I am afraid it is... I am afraid it is..."

The prince didn't have time to digest his father's advice. Seeing his father's eager expression, he hurriedly comforted him: "My son understands! Father, please don't worry!"

The emperor seemed to have exhausted the last of his energy, raised his head slightly, and slowly fell back on the pillow, staring at the void with his slack eyes, and murmured, "Where's the fifth brother?"

The crown prince held the emperor's hand tightly, and comforted the emperor with a trembling voice: "Fifth brother... he suffered a lot in the Khitan camp, and I dared to send him back to the palace to recuperate."

"It's good to go back... Just go back." The emperor showed a relieved look on his face, his eyelids gradually drooped, and he ordered angrily: "Lao Qi, come and tell me a story with your mother and concubine... If you don't listen Yi shot the sun, change to another."

The prince held his father's hand tightly, lowered his head and wiped his tears on his cuffs, took a deep breath, imitated the dumb voice of his seventh younger brother, and said softly to the emperor, "Sir, give me a Jingwei to fill the sea?"

The emperor closed his eyes, pursed his withered lips, and the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he was joking that Lao Qi still only told these few old stories.

His body was still lying on the couch like a thousand pieces of gold, and his soul was already sitting among his women and children, listening to the chubby old seven telling fairy tales.

The children became smaller and smaller, and even the young and mature Lu Jinan, in his eyes, looked like a six-year-old radish, and the younger children disappeared one by one.

In the end, Lian Jin'an also gradually disappeared into a bright white mist.

The emperor looked around in a daze, as if he wanted to keep something, the fog in front of his eyes finally cleared up, and a woman with a phoenix crown and xiapei and a bright smile appeared in front of him, she was actually his wife, the same as when she was newly married at the age of 19.

The girl who had just become a princess raised her eyes in embarrassment, and smiled faintly at the man who had not yet become an emperor, suppressing her unrequited admiration in her smile, and whispered: "Second Lord, it's getting late, let's go home."

……

"Father!"

"Father!"

On the ninth day of May in the 32nd year of Lin An, the emperor died.

The prince said that the second prince had dispatched troops from other places to help.

A few days later, Xue Yao heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the brigade returned to Beijing, Tong's army withdrew to the south, and only the Forbidden Army was left stationed on the frontier.

Sure enough, the crown prince can restrain the third prince.

Reinforcements were approaching, and there were no more pursuers, so Xue Yao no longer ran desperately, nor listened to the prince, but went to an inn to have a good rest, but followed the way he came, and returned to the haystack where he parted ways with the little fat boy that night .

Following his memory, he walked all the way in the direction where the little fat cub led away the pursuers, and the old hen fell into the vast desert like looking for chicks.

All along, Xue Yao felt that he had a good sense of direction, but when he arrived in the desert, he realized that he was completely blind.

He spent 20 taels of silver, and invited a middle-aged couple near the station, with a camel, to accompany him to find someone in the desert.

When he found it one day, the uncle pulling the camel asked him, how long has your family been separated in this desert?

Xue Yao said it had been five days.

The uncle said nothing, looked at each other with the aunt, and turned back to tell Xue Yao: "If you can't find it, the money can't be refunded."

Xue Yao ignored him.

It's impossible for him not to find the little chubby boy. He just heard the system prompt this morning, and his sense of security has dropped by two points.

The little fat cub must be obediently staying somewhere, waiting for his little companion to take him home to drink milk.

The increased and decreased sense of security notifications became the only connection between Xue Yao and Lu Qian.

Sometimes, the sense of security has not changed for several hours in a row, and Xue Yao feels that he is about to suffocate, and he has to wait until the system prompt sounds again before he catches his breath again and continues to search.

Going east out of the desert, I finally saw some foreign tribes in the frontier.

Xue Yao asked the locals if he had ever seen a [-]- or [-]-year-old Han Chinese boy, who was about his height, with pouty cheeks and a pointed chin, who often told people fairy tales in exchange for milk.

Most of the locals can't speak Chinese, but they enthusiastically found a villager who could speak a little Chinese for Xue Yao.

When they heard that they were looking for a Han Chinese boy, the villagers immediately told Xue Yao that many Han Chinese had come to their village recently, and there were two [-]- or [-]-year-old boys.

One of the boys sneaked into the sheep pen of the villager's house in the middle of the night and secretly milked the milk. He was caught by the villagers yesterday.

After the villagers finished speaking, they looked at Xue Yao with scrutiny, as if asking him if the boy who stole the milk was the one he was looking for.

The middle-aged couple who helped guide the way also looked at Xue Yao suspiciously.

Xue Yao immediately said firmly: "The other boy is the one I'm looking for!"

In fact, he was very guilty, and wanted to drag the villagers and immediately take him to find the cub who stole milk.

It was his cub who stole the milk!

100% sure!

When the villagers heard that the other boy was the one he was looking for, they immediately showed a warm smile, saying that the other boy helped their tribe beat up a group of Han robbers and returned all the property stolen by the robbers to the owner. .

The middle-aged couple looked at Xue Yao suspiciously.

Xue Yao immediately nodded solemnly: "That's him! He is my child! He has read sage books since he was a child, and he is very passionate and righteous!"

Xue Yao forcibly selected the excellent cub, established a false family relationship, then dragged the villager to a corner, and asked quietly: "Where is the kid who stole goat milk and drank it now? He may be someone I know. I met him, how much goat milk did he drink from you? I will double the compensation."

The villagers immediately took Xue Yao to the house where the milk thief was held.

It's not a little fat boy.

The boy imprisoned here is estimated to be sixteen or seventeen years old. His facial features look more mature than that of a chubby kid, and his skin is thick and dark. It is probably because he has been tossed by the wind, sand and sun in the desert these days, his lips are dry and peeling.

Although they didn't know each other, Xue Yao, who was looking for cubs everywhere, didn't want to see the boy suffer so much, so he redeemed him from the villagers, gave the boy some money, and then parted ways without asking any more questions.

In this way, only the brave cub is left.

Based on self-knowledge, Xue Yao felt that the little hero could not be a chubby boy, but he still asked the whereabouts of the boy like a villager.

The villagers said that when the boy returned the stolen goods, he was accompanied by two elders. Among them was an old man with white hair and a childlike face who often drank in the restaurant at the entrance of the village. His whereabouts were uncertain, but he would go down the mountain to buy wine every two or three days.

Lu Qian had been walking for more than half an hour. When he looked up, he found that the surrounding trees seemed familiar, and he seemed to have returned to the starting point.

"Boy, don't waste your efforts, without the old man leading the way, you will never be able to get out of this maze!"

Looking at the reputation, sure enough, the white-haired old man on the tree was still sitting on the original branch.

In a fit of anger, His Highness gave up on himself, sat down cross-legged on the spot, and said harshly, "I want to report to the officials."

The old man on the tree said: "City massacres who report to the official are not called reporting to the official, but surrender. If they want to report to the official, I will report to the official to arrest you, a villain."

"I didn't slaughter the city."

"Okay, that's a little liar, and you have to report it to the police!"

Lu Qian ignored him, stood up again after a short rest, drew his knife and slashed across a tree in front of him.

"What are you doing?" The old man straightened up immediately.

"Leave a mark." Lu Qian stepped up to the next tree and slashed across it.

"You can't cut down trees! You're a rascal!" The old man jumped down and stood in front of the tree to prevent him from cutting.

Lu Qian frowned and stared at the old man: "Master is very busy and has to go back to Beijing."

"Who are you? Where do you want to go? As long as you are willing to leave your true identity, the old man will send you away immediately."

Lu Qian turned his head away indifferently: "Yaoyao said that his identity cannot be revealed."

"Who is Yaoyao?"

Lu Qian didn't answer.

Old man Xu heard the child murmur in his sleep last night, "Yaoyao give me another spoonful of honey", which really didn't sound like something important.

"If you're in a hurry to go home and eat honey." The old man tentatively said, "We have bumble bees in the back mountain. If you want to eat, there is always fresh honey."

"Who said grandpa wants to eat honey?"

Hearing this, His Highness's stomach immediately screamed and betrayed His Highness.

Hearing the child's gurgling stomach, the old man smiled and waved his hands: "Go back and eat when you are full. Lao Qiu bought two catties of pork head meat today."

His Highness's stomach forced His Highness to follow the old man to eat.

In order to let the martial arts prodigy put down his guard, after dinner, the two old men pretended to take a lunch break, trying to make the boy feel more at ease.

The two fell asleep and secretly observed the boy's movements.

Lu Qian was also observing the movements of the two old men.

Hearing the old man's snoring one after another, Lu Qian immediately walked out without a sound.

"Forget it, if he really has no intention of being a teacher, let him go down the mountain." The sword master sighed regretfully: "It's just a pity for his talent."

Old man Xu said unwillingly: "This kid just doesn't want to trust us."

"Wait!" The Juggernaut suddenly raised his hand to stop him from speaking.

After a moment of silence, the Juggernaut looked at Master Xu in surprise: "He didn't go down the mountain, but went to the back mountain instead."

Old man Xu: "...Let's go and have a look."

After a moment.

The two masters held their breath and hid outside the window, watching the boy coldly... licking a small piece of honeycomb in the back mountain hut, and then walked out the door pretending nothing happened——

Meet the two masters head-on.

His Highness who ate the honey had a calm expression: "I am looking for the way down the mountain."

The Juggernaut pointed to the corner of his mouth and reminded him: "The corner of your mouth is still stained with honey."

Lu Qian didn't even try to lick the honey at the corner of his mouth, and pointed at the traces of the crime at the corner of his mouth, he justly quibbled: "I ate honey before I left Beijing."

Old man Xu pierced it sideways: "Then you haven't washed your face for several months, right?"

Lu Qian is fearless: "A man doesn't care about suffering and dirt."

The sword master cut to the chase: "If you take me as your teacher, you will have two pots of honey every day."

Lu Qian was determined: "I only worship the sword master as my teacher."

There was a stunned silence.

"I am the Juggernaut!"

"Your name is Qiu Yichen."

"Since you want to worship the Sword Saint as your teacher, you should know that the name of the Sword Saint is Qiu Yichen. There is no one named Sword Saint! This name is a compliment from the Jianghu people!"

His Highness looked suspiciously at old man Qiu: "You don't even have a sword."

The sword master was heartbroken: "We are all born swordsmen with the physique of Guiyou. The sword energy is hidden in the invisible. If there is energy in the world, you have a sword in your hand."

Lu Qian looked indifferent: "I don't understand."

The Juggernaut pointed to luck, and suddenly swung the saber at Lu Qian's waist——

A soft sound.

Lu Qian looked down and found that the handle of his knife had been cut off.

The Juggernaut looked at the boy with his hands behind his back: "This is my sword, how about it?"

Lu Qian suddenly knelt down on one knee, raised his head and cupped his fists and said, "Master, I have something to ask."

"Hey! You changed your words too quickly!" Xu old man was furious: "I chopped down the tree that day, and I didn't see you worshiping me as a teacher. Lao Qiu cut off a piece of your wooden handle, so you call him Master?!"

"My son?" The Sword Master frowned and looked at the boy: "Are you..."

Lu Qian said solemnly: "The fifth brother is trapped in the hands of Khitan, and my son is in urgent need of a fast horse. I can't delay when I return to Beijing for help."

The author has something to say:

There used to be two cubs in front of Yaoyao, one was stealing milk in the middle of the night, the other was a hero, but it was a pity that Yaoyao didn't cherish it.

If God could give him another chance, Xue Yao would not hesitate to pick up the milk-stealing cub and run away!

That's right, this one!