The Tyrant's Cannon Fodder Queen[Transmigration Book]

The third prince was so dizzy from this punch, he raised his hand to cover his nose, and actually felt a nosebleed!

"Well, you old fifth, dare to fight with the third brother!" The third prince got up, furious.

The fifth prince stared at him coldly: "This is a martial arts arena. The third brother doesn't see the younger brother, and the younger brother doesn't see the third brother either. If you want to fight, just fight hard."

The third prince was so angry that his nostrils spewed fire, pointed at his nose and said: "Okay, okay! You said this, you don't see my third brother anymore, right? I'll go back to the palace and ask Concubine Hui how to teach A good son like you!"

The fifth prince's clenched fist suddenly trembled, his cold eyes gradually became fearful, and he lowered his head slowly.

Thinking of implicating his mother and concubine, he still humiliated and showed weakness again.

"Help! Help! Please ask the imperial physician to come and see! Our Highness is injured! Help!"

Suddenly, Xue Yao cried out in despair.

The fifth prince turned around, and saw Xue Yao hugging his seventh brother tightly, looking frantically asking for help.

The crowd also became noisy, and the attendants went to invite the imperial physician in groups.

Beside the fire in the distance, the eldest prince who was startled by the noise stood up vigilantly, raised his hand and grabbed a scurrying attendant and asked, "What happened?"

The attendant hurriedly bowed and replied: "The seventh prince is injured!"

The prince's calm and unwavering phoenix eyes instantly widened: "Where is the other person? How did he get hurt?"

"It's right there!" The attendant pointed to the competition venue and explained eagerly: "During the competition just now, the third prince kicked and injured the seventh prince, no blood was seen, Your Highness..."

Before he finished speaking, the prince had already pushed away the attendants and rushed towards the competition venue.

The sixth prince hurriedly got up and followed.

The imperial physician hurried over with the attendants, knelt down beside the seventh prince, and was about to check the injury, when suddenly he heard the prince yelling loudly from outside the crowd——

"Get out of the way!"

The old doctor was so frightened that the medicine bag dropped to the ground, she stood up and stepped aside.

The third prince was going to beat the fifth prince to vent his anger, but when he heard the prince's voice, he turned around in fright, and fled back to his tent with his head bowed under the cover of the crowd.

Knowing that the eldest brother would not let it go, the fifth prince did not stop the third prince from escaping, but immediately turned around, grabbed the seventh brother's arm, wrapped it around his shoulder, and planned to help him back into the tent first.

The prince said deafeningly, "Don't touch him!"

The fifth prince was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he fell back to the ground together with the seventh brother who was carrying him.

The Seventh Prince was thrown, and his abdominal injury felt cramping. He closed his eyes, and his brows frowned even tighter.

"What are you moving about! What are you moving about!" The prince raised his hand and slapped the fifth brother on the back of the head twice, then knelt down on one knee beside the seventh brother in panic.

Seeing the baby brother's pale face covered with fine sweat, the prince's heart twitched, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Where is the injury?"

Xue Yao raised his sleeves, wiped the snot and tears from his face indiscriminately, and with trembling hands, lightly rested on the wound on the seventh prince's abdomen, choked up and said, "The third prince kicked His Highness fiercely just now, and it hurts here."

"Don't touch it!" The crown prince yelled again in shock, causing Xue Yao to withdraw his hands in fright.

"Where is the imperial doctor!" The prince looked around.

Hearing this, the old imperial doctor hurriedly stepped forward: "The minister is here!"

"Look at the injury!"

"Yes!" The old doctor, holding the medicine bag, went to the Seventh Prince and knelt down.

Just when he was about to press the wound, he heard the prince yell, "Don't touch it!"

The old doctor was so frightened that the medicine bag fell to the ground again!Hurry up and say yes.

The prince was so anxious that he ordered: "Quick check!"

The old doctor was about to have a stroke from fright, and nodded with a frightened expression on his face. He stretched out his hand to test again, but the prince yelled again: "Don't touch it!"

The old doctor withdrew his hand, the expression on his face was on the verge of collapse.

Let him check the injury, but don't let him touch it!

Even the prince can't be so unreasonable!

This cauldron, the imperial physician can't bear it anymore, if you don't shake the cauldron, the crown prince is going to kill someone, so he hastily turned his head and told the medicine boy: "Go and ask the sun court judge to come and treat him together."

"Brother." The sixth prince couldn't stand it anymore, and nervously persuaded: "Let's help the seventh brother go to the camp first, it's windy outside, and besides, the envoys can't see clearly."

The crown prince felt that what the sixth brother said was reasonable, but he still didn't allow anyone to touch his precious brother, so he hesitated for a while, got up and personally picked up the younger brother, and sent him to the tent quickly and steadily.

The crown prince's skill and strength really amazed the attendants around him.

You know, the Seventh Prince is not an ordinary 12-year-old child, but a solid 12-year-old child.

The crown prince was picked up so easily, and he galloped away step by step, without panting.

This "step by step" means that when the prince walked with his younger brother in his arms, every step he stepped on the ground would leave footprints sunken due to "heavy burden".

After returning to the camp, there were only a few princes and a dazed Xue Yao left in the room, watching the imperial physician with worried faces.

The Seventh Prince took off his clothes, and there was a blue-purple forefoot print on his white lower abdomen.

After the acupuncture and moxibustion by the imperial physician cleared the blood and removed stasis, the painful look on the Seventh Prince's face eased a little.

Xue Yao pinched his sleeves, wiped off the sweat that had accumulated on the tip of His Highness's chin, and turned to ask the imperial physician, "This kick was really hard. I don't know if it hurt His Highness's internal organs. My lord, let's check the pulse again!"

The imperial physician turned to look at Xue Yao, and was taken aback by his pale face, and said in surprise, "Is this young master also injured? Looking at his face, it seems that the injury is more serious."

The sixth prince was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to check on Xue Yao: "You were also beaten by the third brother? Why are you so silent! Where is the injury?"

"No, I was just scared." Xue Yao wiped the seventh prince's sweat with worry, and said uneasy: "Your Highness is so injured, and the paddock is very windy at night, should we hurry up and send him back to the palace for recuperation?"

"Don't worry, Imperial Physicians Liu and Imperial Physician Sun have checked the pulse and said there is nothing serious."

The sixth prince comforted him: "The journey back to the palace is long, the carriage is bumpy, and the seventh brother is injured like this. If I take a carriage to the palace, I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid it's been seven or eight hours since healed up." The Seventh Prince turned his head, and the pale and silly Yaoyao came to the conclusion: "It's just a kick, I scared you, you are tough, and I can still pick out rabbits for you tomorrow." nest."

Xue Yao was taken aback for a moment, seeing that the little chubby cub had returned to his former calm expression, he had mixed feelings for a moment, and one of them couldn't hold back, tears welled up from his eyes...

Seeing Shayaoyao crying, His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince was too frightened to move.

The sixth prince hastily bent over and coaxed: "Ayao? Why are you crying? Seventh brother is not doing well?"

Seeing that his precious brother's face gradually returned to rosy, the prince finally let go of his pangs and began to question the teacher.

He slanted his phoenix eyes and glared at the fifth brother angrily: "It's you again, you little bastard who yelled for a group of guards to compete in martial arts! If your skin is itchy, you can come and compete with your elder brother. What's the point of bullying the younger brother?"

"Brother, it's not me..."

Before the fifth prince could finish explaining, the prince released the dynamic rhythm that he had endured for a long time, and raised his hand to attack: "It's not you! It's not you! It's not who you are!"

The fifth prince held his head and backed away repeatedly: "It was the third brother who kicked me..."

"Let's talk about the facts! Contest! Isn't it! You kid! Take the lead!"

The fifth prince still wanted to argue: "I have set some rules to the end, but Fifth Brother..."

The prince glared, and started the violent beat: "Lonely today! Just click until you cry!"

The sixth prince beside the bed turned a blind eye to the tragic situation of the fifth brother being beaten, and was still patiently comforting Xue Yao: "I was just discussing with my elder brother about collecting grain, and my elder brother promised me that I could bring you along."

Xue Yao is not in the mood to pay attention to this matter at the moment.

The third prince's kick broke his heart into dumpling stuffing. He didn't want to ask about anything at the moment, he just wanted to hold the little fat boy and cry him all day and night.

But he still has to take into account that the other princes are all in the tent, so he can't lose his manners.

However, the Seventh Prince paid more attention to the matter of going to Jiangsu and Zhejiang than Xue Yao himself, so he turned around and asked the Sixth Prince, "Have you asked for my lord?"

The sixth prince smiled helplessly: "It is impossible for elder brother to take you there, so you can rest assured to wait for us to come back in the palace. Brother will definitely bring back the best specialties in Jiangnan for you to taste."

When he heard that he would not bring himself, the seventh prince became anxious, turned his head to look at the elder brother who was "educating" the fifth elder brother, and raised his hand tremblingly: "Eldest brother..."

Hearing the baby brother's call, the crown prince immediately stopped his sense of rhythm, turned around and strode to the bedside: "What's the matter? Is there any discomfort?"

The seventh prince wanted the prince to agree to bring him with him.

The script stored in the repeater's brain flashed through it in an instant, and picked out an irresistible request. The seventh prince grabbed the prince's hand and said angrily, "There is one thing I would like to ask before my death. Brother complete."

The prince's face turned green from fright!

Why is it suddenly "before death"!

I found that my brother's face was still rosy, and I gradually recovered.

This kid doesn't know who he learned the sentence from!

Do you want to scare the prince to death!

"Don't dare to talk nonsense again, Gu..." The prince raised his palm at Baby Seventh Brother angrily!

Seeing that the elder brother was about to make an exception and beat the seventh younger brother, the fifth prince came over curiously with his head covered, watching the fun, but...

The eldest brother slapped the Fifth Prince on the back of his head with his backhand: "Who told you to teach him to speak stupid words!"

The fifth prince was so wronged that he was about to bite his tongue and commit suicide!

With tears in his eyes, he held his head and looked at his elder brother: "It's not me..."

"It's not you! It's not you! It's not who you are!"

……

The tragedy began to repeat itself.

The fifth prince was beaten up because of organizing a martial arts competition, and the third prince who ruthlessly injured his younger brother naturally had no good fruit to eat.

This time the prince was serious, he didn't teach the matter privately, he directly asked the imperial doctor to go before the emperor, and said that the seventh prince's injury was more serious.

I also ask the attendants who were watching to tell the truth about how the third prince was aggressive and maliciously injured his younger brother that night.

After the emperor inspected the seventh prince's injury, he was furious. Years of forbearance and connivance broke out completely. He immediately ordered the third prince to come out of the tent and beat him ten times with the army stick.

The third prince suffered a great loss this time, he didn't expect the prince to be so ruthless, he stabbed his father directly and told him to beat him up after such a meal.

He was lying in the tent unable to move, and could only suffer from the pain.

On the second day, the Seventh Prince expressed his normal expression that he was not in pain anymore, but Xue Yao didn't let him go hunting, and waited around the bed all day long.

At night, he was worried about letting the maid serve him, so Xue Yao slept next to the Seventh Prince on the floor.

Business as usual during the day.

In the middle of the night, there was silence inside and outside the tent.

Xue Yao, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened by a notification sound in his head: [Ren Du's second pulse is through, the task is completed by [-]%, please pay attention to the host to prevent interference factors. 】

Xue Yao suddenly sat up in the dark after waking up.

pass?Has Ren Du's second pulse been connected?

But why is the progress only three percent?

Xue Yao lifted the quilt, lit the lamp, and tiptoed to the side to observe the Seventh Prince.

Seeing this, my heart suddenly became agitated.

The little chubby boy who was still active during the day is now frowning in his sleep, his face covered with beads of sweat.

"Your Highness? What's the matter with you, Your Highness!" Xue Yao hurriedly put down the lamp, lifted the quilt with trembling hands, inspected the wound, and felt his sweaty hands.

The Seventh Prince was drenched in sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Your Highness!" Xue Yao turned around in a panic, and wanted to ask the imperial physician, but suddenly a hand grabbed his wrist.

The seventh prince's chaotic breathing came from behind.

Xue Yao turned around and held the Seventh Prince's hand: "Your Highness is awake? What's the matter? What's wrong? It's fine during the day... I'll go to the imperial doctor right away, don't be afraid! Your Highness, don't be afraid!"

"Don't go." The Seventh Prince said angrily.

Xue Yao forced himself to calm down, recalling the reminder just now—to prevent him from disturbing factors.

That is to say, it is best not to have outsiders interfere, let the little fat cub survive this period of time, and he should be able to fully connect the two veins.

Xue Yao took a deep breath, and clenched the Seventh Prince's hand: "I'm here! I'm here! What's wrong with your Highness?"

"Hot..." The Seventh Prince closed his eyes and struggled to lift his legs to kick off the quilt.

Xue Yao hurriedly lifted the quilt for him, picked up the cattail leaf fan and fanned it vigorously.

The Seventh Prince slowly opened his eyes, and said in a daze, "Don't..."

Xue Yao quickly stopped fanning: "Don't you want to fan?"

"Don't..." The Seventh Prince said aggrievedly, "Don't go with Sixth Brother."

The author has something to say:

As an unfavored younger brother in the cold palace, bb machine would be smashed in the face by the flying pot even if he ate a melon.