The Tyrant's Cannon Fodder Queen[Transmigration Book]

Xue Yao couldn't walk anymore. He could take two steps mechanically just now, but he collapsed completely when he stopped, but he didn't know how to tell the Seventh Prince.

Saying "Your Highness, please go first and leave me alone" is simply nonsense.

Over the past few days, the little chubby cub's sense of security has dropped to 37, and he doesn't communicate much with people anymore.

The Seventh Prince was thinking about something in his own world, and decided to implement it by himself without asking for anyone's consent.

So Xue Yao didn't talk nonsense, gritted his teeth and exerted force from the base of his legs, trying to continue to walk a few steps forward.

The completely paralyzed legs made him immediately lose his center of gravity, and he fell backwards. Halfway through, he was pulled by his wrist, pulled forward, changed direction, and fell into the arms of the Seventh Prince.

"Yaoyao, stand still." The Seventh Prince reminded his little companion who couldn't walk well.

"My legs are numb. Your Highness will go back to Beijing first. I will follow soon, okay?"

"No."

The moon was also covered by dark clouds, and the surroundings were completely dark.

Xue Yao stood up straight and reached out to find His Highness's chubby face.

Touched in the wrong direction, but the chubby face was still the same as when he was a child, and he took the initiative to stick it to his palm.

"Please, Your Highness, listen to me again. What they want to arrest is you, not me. As long as you return to the capital and mobilize the other seven troops to prepare for the battle, the Third Prince's mere Northwest Army and Tong's army will not dare to touch you." people."

Xue Yao felt the chubby face leave his palm, the Seventh Prince turned his back and said "Come up".

Xue Yao stretched out his hand and touched the Seventh Prince's back.

The little fat cub wanted to run away with him on his back.

Don't waste the little fat cub's strength.

Xue Yao's body could no longer hold any more sorrow, so he supported the Seventh Prince's arm with one hand, and grabbed his pants with the other to lift up his legs vigorously, trying to control his legs with his hands to continue running.

Hot tears kept running down his cheeks, and were blown away by the northwest night wind in the endless darkness.

He didn't want the little chubby cub to carry him on his back, walking crookedly like a toddler.

Suddenly there was a sound of wind in my ears, it was the Seventh Prince who suddenly bent over and hugged him.

Night Breeze came towards him in an instant, and he was hugged by the Seventh Prince, running wildly in the dark night with no end and no hope.

After running for an unknown amount of time, the Seventh Prince's breathing became heavier and heavier. Xue Yao felt the sweat on his back with his palm, seeping out through two layers of single clothes, like a cub desperately dealing with an adult rhinoceros.

Xue Yao gradually got used to the thick darkness, raised his head to find the direction of the North Star, and reminded the Seventh Prince uneasily: "Is the first station so far away? We can't go in the wrong direction."

The Seventh Prince looked down at him, then turned his head and raised his chin towards the dead tree with its teeth and claws like a ghost: "The wind blows from the northwest desert, where these trees deflect, it is the southeast direction, go straight along this road , When you see the lights, you will arrive, Yaoyao, remember it.”

Xue Yao had never heard such a weak voice from the little fat cub, so he immediately patted him on the shoulder and told him to let him down and run on his own.

"Take a break, and I won't care about you." The Seventh Prince refused to let him go.

Xue Yao felt that his legs had regained consciousness, and was about to struggle to get off the ground. The sound of horseshoes came from the silent night, and the echo in the sky made the sound of horseshoes seem to come from all directions.

When the sound of horseshoes approached at twice their escape speed, Xue Yao had already been carried by the Seventh Prince into the bushes beside him.

Xue Yao never discovered that horses can run so fast.

The cavalry in the distance approached quickly, and he prayed that the group of cavalry could also maintain this speed and pass by in a flash.

They were hiding in the grass, and as expected, horses passed by in front of them, followed by countless hooves.

Xue Yao clenched his fists, praying that the sound would gradually fade away, but suddenly he heard the neighing of the reining horse.

"The footprints are gone!" The leading officer jumped off his horse, leaned against the sand with a torch, checked carefully, and then issued a confirmation report again: "The footprints are gone!"

Xue Yao's hands and feet were as cold as ice, and his heartbeat became heavier and heavier.

The Seventh Prince's hoarse voice suddenly came from next to his ear: "Run another two miles, show your badge, call the best horse, and go back to Beijing to find your second brother."

When Xue Yao realized what the little fat boy was going to do, he reached out to grab the hem of his clothes, but he couldn't keep up with his speed.

A Tong family soldier who was near the grass was knocked off his horse by a scabbard.

Immediately afterwards, like ears of wheat blown by the wind, a row of soldiers turned inward layer by layer and were shot down from their horses. More than 100 elite cavalrymen were cut open from the middle, and watched helplessly. The war horse pulled the rein and galloped towards the desert in the north.

In an instant, everyone pulled the reins and turned around to pursue. The soldier who fell from the horse finally climbed on the back of his comrades in arms and took out the bow and arrow on his back.

Amidst the sound of horseshoes, dust filled the sky, and more than 100 cavalrymen chased in the direction where the seventh prince was fleeing.

The endless neighing of the horses drowned Xue Yao's wailing in the desperate northwest night sky.

The seventh prince single-handedly led away the first group of pursuers. Xue Yao wiped away his tears with a grin, stood up gritted his teeth, and ran towards the post two miles away.

He had to run away before the first batch of officers and soldiers wanted him, otherwise the little fat cub would have no one to count on.

As he ran and fell, the expression on his face was ridiculously numb.

He needed to use numbness to block the sound of an arrow piercing the air that he had just vaguely heard.

Will not.

The third prince didn't dare to let the seventh prince die in the frontier, even if a soldier felt like shooting arrows, it was still to scare people.

Even if it wasn't to scare people, it couldn't be shot in such a dark sky.

He kept comforting himself, and he couldn't hold on anymore when he thought about it carefully. He had to survive and return to Beijing to rescue soldiers, so that he could save the little fat boy and teach him a good lesson.

He was usually too kind to the little fat boy, which made this guy so willful, and dared to risk his life to lure away pursuers for his companion.

It was because he was so kind to him that he dared to let Xue Yao experience this kind of pain that is worse than death.

Unable to stop there, Xue Yao wailed and ran all the way, this time, he would never let the rebellious cub go.

The fifth prince waited on the other side of the river for three days, but still did not wait for the Khitan envoy to bring the Khitan prince to exchange him back.

The guards and food deliverers began to be less respectful to him, but fortunately he could not understand Khitan, and he did not know what insulting words they said to him.

At noon the next day, the Khitan general who could speak Chinese came into the tent with a gloomy face, sat down cross-legged at the low table in his camp, and said in a low voice: "It can't be so long, we can cross the river if we negotiate conditions." Let’s talk, Emperor Daqi is too treacherous.”

"You are so fucking treacherous!" The fifth prince exploded immediately: "A handful of old Khitan kings can be used as bait to lure my father into an ambush. Do you still have your father in your eyes?"

"My king is a hero, and if he lives another hundred years, he dares to lure the enemy to go deep alone." The Khitan general looked at the fifth prince gloomyly: "You change our prince, the Daqi Emperor has seven princes, and our Khitan king only has one." Prince, it is treacherous to go back on your word now."

The fifth prince suddenly became dumb.

General Khitan said that Emperor Daqi had seven princes, which made the fifth prince suddenly realize, did the father give up on him?Want to provoke Khitan and fight to the death?

At this moment, he wasn't disappointed, instead he thought in a mess: when he returned to his father, he should say some conditions, such as begging his father to let his mother and concubine out of the palace, so that the mother and concubine could turn back into a falcon soaring freely in the sky.

In this way, he not only saved his father, but also his mother, so he could make a very cost-effective sacrifice.

The eldest brother will definitely praise him for his bravery and decisiveness. At critical moments, he can handle things better than the eldest brother's little baby seventh brother.

"Gu once underestimated the fifth child."

The eldest brother would say this, the fifth prince thought to himself, this is the highest praise.

In the afternoon of early summer, the sun has already killed the shrubs, and only the cactus is still tenaciously accumulating the sunlight hot enough to cook eggs.

A pair of feet that were nimble and healthy last night are now slowly stepping on the sandy ground step by step. The front of the left boot has a hole in it, and the top of the white sock inside is stained with dark blood.

The Seventh Prince looked up at the position of the sun, and turned to look at his footprints when he came, which were gradually buried and filled by sand and dust.

No cavalry has caught up.

Fortunately, there was no moonlight in the darkness last night, so the stolen horse led away the pursuers for him.

He relaxed, bent over with his hands on his knees, and sat on the very hot sand.

The left arm that was bent immediately felt a tingling pain, and he could feel the warm blood oozing out of the wound pierced by the arrow.

The Seventh Prince used his right hand to untie the long handkerchief on his left arm.

The bandage was too rough last night, so he had to untie it and tie it up again, endured the pain and patiently untied the knot, and with a light tug, the Seventh Prince gasped.

The blood on the veil had congealed and stuck to the wound, making it impossible to touch.

The Seventh Prince was in so much pain that he stopped pulling the wound, and lay on his back with a "plop", and began to curl his lips and hum, with a sad voice. If Xue Yao was there, he would definitely agree to buy two more pots of milk on the spot.

But His Highness only hummed for a while and stopped humming, because he remembered that no one around him would watch him acting like a baby.

A pair of brown eyes stood out from his gray face, staring blankly at the blue sky.

If Xue Yao was watching from the side at the moment, he would definitely find that His Highness's eyes would turn into a beautiful melting gold under the direct sunlight, which made His Highness's dirty and chubby face less unbearable.

"Does Your Highness drink milk?" Because of the large amount of water loss, the Seventh Prince's childish voice became very hoarse.

He wanted to ask this question again to comfort himself, but he only uttered the word "Dian" and then fell silent.

No one told this pampered little prince that if he lay down like this again, even if he didn't die from the cavalry's arrows, he would die from dehydration.

It was the grumbling stomach that saved the Seventh Prince's life.

No matter what, His Highness has to hunt for food.

It would be best to have a bowl of milk and a beggar's chicken roasted by Xue Yao, His Highness really wants to eat it.

With a desire for food, the Seventh Prince walked out of the wasteland and came to a valley overgrown with weeds.

Over a dilapidated earth temple at the foot of Beishan, white cooking smoke actually rose.

The Seventh Prince's stomach first guessed that the cooking smoke belonged to freshly baked food, so he let out an even more crazily "gurgling" cry.

"Okay, ok, I understand." His Highness bowed his head impatiently to negotiate with his stomach: "As long as there are no officers and soldiers, I will grab them for you to eat, please be quiet first."

The stomach may not believe the promise of the Seventh Prince, "Gulu Gulu", it growled more and more frantically.

"Don't eat any more." His Highness uttered harsh words to his stomach, but in fact he really wanted to eat it.

The stomach may also be aware of its own screams, which will affect the owner's burglary. No thief has his own siren with him.

If you want to eat, you have to obey the rules, so the stomach gradually stopped grunting.

So, after a while, none of the five men in this small ruined temple noticed that anyone was watching them, but the Seventh Prince had seen every face of them clearly.

These people were not soldiers, nor were they eunuchs, nor were they dressed like companions.

Except for the royal family, the Seventh Prince hadn't seen many men other than these three types of men, so the expression on his little face became vigilant again at this moment.