Emperor student

There was a strong wind in the cold night, and several people surrounded the gate of the prison in the northeast corner of the palace.One of them held a lantern in his hand, the candle flame had been blown out long ago, and even the lamp oil was almost frozen.

But they didn't pay attention, they just stared at the closed door under the moonlight.

The two closed doors exuded a fierce and majestic aura, as if they had been stained red with blood many times, and finally sank into a blackness with a fishy smell in the cold wind.

Suddenly, there was a loud latch sound, and then the cell door slowly opened.

There was a dark corridor inside, and there were no lights. They couldn't see anything when they looked in from the outside, and there was no sound inside.

Several people guarding the door looked at each other in blank dismay, none of them dared to step forward.

With a "pa", Tang Bobao was covered in blood and was slapped on the shoulder.Someone pushed him out of it all at once. After stumbling a few steps, he coughed violently and fell to the ground.

"Master!" Waiting at the door were his hapless subordinates, the little man stepped forward to help him up, and looked at the door full of hostility, "Who pushed my master?"

Han Ke appeared out of the darkness in an iron suit and a sword, and stood condescendingly at the door looking at him.

"It's all right." The little man greeted everyone in an orderly manner, "Still standing there stupidly, come and help the master back. General Han, it's getting late, and I'm still tired of sending the master out."

Tang Bobao's hair was disheveled, he let someone help him up without changing his face, and stretched out his hand to ask for it: "Handkerchief."

He vomited blood, and there was a piece of it on the corner of his mouth, which was sticky and disgusting.

The little man grabbed his sleeve and wiped his face indiscriminately: "The clothes are dirty anyway."

Tang Bobao was dealt with by Han Ke's means, and he was able to stand up and come out of the prison only because of his good foundation. He was exhausted physically and mentally for the past few days, and he was angry and puzzled by Yin Ning's attitude. At the end of the crossbow.

Being so angry by the little man's subordinates, he watched his tattered sleeves fall backwards.

"Master!" Everyone panicked now.

The white clothes all over Tang Bobao's body were stained red with blood, and the smell of blood made people feel frightened.Especially on Black Friday, Tang Bobao was kind to him for saving his life. Seeing that he passed out, he hurried forward, carried him on his back and ran away.

Hei Wu walked away on the palace road with Tang Bobao on his back, accompanied by several other subordinates.The little man didn't follow, but turned around and saluted Han Ke, "Thank you, General Han."

Han Ke did not pretend to speak: "This time it is all about the princess's face. The wedding will be two days away, so you must be optimistic about your master, and if there is an accident, you will be killed without mercy."

The little man sighed inwardly, bowed down again and saluted to thank him: "Don't worry, nothing will go wrong again."

The sound of Han Ke's footsteps went away, and the door of the prison was closed again, and the little man whose clothes were soaked in cold sweat on his back slowly got up and went to their residence.

It was silent along the way, with soldiers guarding the palace roads and checkpoints.He didn't dare to use lightness kung fu, so he could only walk there obediently.

When they arrived at the residence that Saibei arranged for them, only Hei Wu comforted him inside: "Master, please bear with me."

Then there was a painful cry that was stuffed between the teeth, and it felt like the throat of the person who was suffering from pain would be shattered.

When he entered the hall, it turned out that everyone was cleaning up Tang Bobao's wounds, and the others were all big and rough, so he could only choose the relatively careful and stupid big man.

Hei Wu held a blood-stained white scarf in his hand, and looked at it while clenching his fists, like a husband waiting for his beloved wife to give birth.

"You're finally back!" Hearing the sound of the door curtain, the silly big man quickly dropped the medicine bottle in his hand to make way for him.

The sweat on his forehead was even thicker than the suffering Tang Bobao himself.

The little man walked over to take over. His hands and feet were nimble, delicate and light, and he quickly finished applying the ointment on the wounds on his chest and arms.

Tang Bobao had already woken up from the pain, looking out the window with a gloomy face, cold sweat trickling down his bloodless face.

"Master." The little man was still wondering if he could persuade him at this time, so he reminded him to turn his side, and said sideways, "Tomorrow evening, King Saibei will entertain guests from all over the world, shall we go?"

Tang Bobao was touched by the wound, and the place where the ointment had been applied was burning hot, and he frowned: "Hiss. Of course."

Thinking of Han Ke's warning just now, the little man hesitated to speak.

Black Friday is the most straightforward, and he immediately dissuaded him bluntly: "Master, your vitality is seriously injured, our top priority is to find a way to return to Daxi, so as not to cause further problems."

Tang Bobao interrupted him: "It's up to you to say. Do you think I have no brains? I can't think of what you can think of? It's just that someone deliberately cleared the checkpoint and let me go to the palace to save Yin Ning, and then it's determined that we can't escape. Maybe the carriage we drive is all arranged."

The little man was surprised and said: "Could it be that the king of Saibei is calling for a thief?"

Tang Bobao shook his head.At the beginning, he also suspected that the guards of Saibei Palace and even the city were well-trained, and the guards only obeyed the orders of Saibei King, which could be said to be impenetrable.

After being caught in the net, he had nothing to do when he was whipped. Looking back, it was too abnormal for him to be able to rescue Yin Ning, as if someone deliberately set up a trap for them to exploit.

To be able to do this, King Saibei is the best candidate.

However, when he was being tortured, he also uttered a lot of words from Han Ke's mouth, and he was keenly aware that there were other people playing tricks in it.

He had never suffered such hardship before, so naturally he couldn't let it go.Besides, with Ning'er's scheming, how can she beat that person, and she won't be eaten alive in Saibei.

Thinking of this, it seemed that the wounds on his body didn't hurt anymore.

"Everyone go back to rest and recharge their batteries." Tang Bobao squinted his eyes, revealing his hunting gaze. "I will cheer up for tomorrow night's banquet, and I must catch the dark hand out."

"It's just that Daxi has sent the Ninth Prince as an envoy to observe the ceremony." The little man suddenly remembered something, "Our current status is... male favourites. According to the rules, I am afraid that we are not eligible to attend the banquet tomorrow night."

Unexpectedly, Tang Bobao came up with an idea after thinking for a moment, and said with a sneer, "What's the matter, as male favorites, it's always in accordance with the rules to present a dance at the wedding of the king and princess."

The subordinates were dumbfounded, and the basin in Hei Wu's hand almost fell to the ground: "Master, can you still dance?"

Tang Bobao was furious, and stretched out his right leg, which had just been wrapped in thick cotton gauze, and shook desperately: "I'm already like this, and you let me go to dance, do you have any sense of humanity?!"

The little man stammered and said: "Yes, it's the subordinate who is not good, then, who is the master going to send to perform the dance?",

Tang Bobao's eyes lingered on a few of his subordinates who were tall and thick, staring at them until their backs were sweating, and finally let out a sigh that no one could use.