Double Fast Wear Wedding Guide

"So...fragile..." Seeing that Emperor Liang An passed out again, He Mingchuan raised his eyebrows, lifted his robe, turned around and walked to the second prince who had also passed out, leaned down, and pinched it with his slender fingers. He picked up the jade fan he had thrown just now.

When he lifted the curtain of the imperial tent and came out again, the sky outside seemed to have changed.

The Habayashi Army surrounded all the tents, and the bows and arrows flashed coldly, forcing all the princes and ministers to silence.

Between death and glory and wealth, most people will choose the latter.

Hearing the movement behind him, Bai Hua, who was guarding the imperial tent, turned around. He was dressed in a clean white dress, tied around his waist and wrists, holding a spear in one hand, and the red tassel on the spear was fluttering in the wind.

He stared at He Mingchuan, stretched out a hand: "Achuan."

He Mingchuan put his hand into the big hand that was open to him with the palm up.The palm of that hand was covered with thick calluses, which felt rough and itchy to the touch.

"You smell like blood...and you changed your clothes on purpose? Are you... injured?" He Mingchuan was pulled into a firm embrace, and he leaned against Bai Baihua's neck gently and sniffed.

"Other people's blood." Bai Hua raised his hand and pressed his head on his shoulder.

"Really?" He Mingchuan broke free with all his strength, withdrew from his embrace, and took a step away, his handsome eyes were full of doubts.

"Of course!" Bai Hua looked calm.

"Don't move!" He Mingchuan yelled, and quickly opened Bai Baihua's skirt, and saw that the strong chest under the clean white robe was wrapped in gauze, from the front chest to the abdomen, there was gauze, and it was still faintly oozing. Blood.

Seeing the injury, He Mingchuan pulled his face down.

"Then what...it doesn't matter." Seeing that the lie was exposed, Bai Baihua glanced nervously at He Mingchuan.

"Father's eight masters seem to be difficult to deal with... God of War personally shot and was injured..." He Mingchuan straightened Bai Baihua's clothes with both hands, and his voice sounded calm.

It was this kind of calm that made Bai Hua flustered.

"The most powerful one is your mother's concubine's senior brother. Your mother's concubine took him down. The other three were bought by the second prince, and it would be easy to buy them again. We... only dealt with four..." Bai Baihua cautiously say.

He Mingchuan walked around Bai Baihua silently and came behind him.

Bai Baihua thought that he was angry at her concealment and had a bad heart, and was thinking about how his father coaxed his mother.

"Is it serious?" a voice behind him asked.

"Not heavy, not heavy!" Bai Hua said repeatedly.

For God of War, as long as he is not dead, it is a minor injury.

"A Chuan..." He was about to turn around to chase after him, when suddenly he stretched out two hands from behind, passed through his waist, gently hugged him, and then pressed his whole body against his back.

"Holding you like this won't hurt you." The man behind buried his face in his wide back with a muffled voice.

Bai Hua was stunned.

He slowly stretched out his hand, pressed the hand tightly clasped in his abdomen, and said after a long time: "Daughter-in-law."

"Yeah." There was a muffled hum from behind.

Bai Baihua glanced at the corner of the imperial tent, and Sun Yichu, who was peeking out his head, was caught upright and quickly shrank back.

Listening to the corner of the wall and the long needle's eye, the sticky poke blinded him.

Luckily he's used to it... But, the others just...

"He Mingchuan!" Liang Andi shouted hysterically from the imperial tent.

He Mingchuan came out from behind Bai Hua, the flush on his cheeks receded little by little, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes, he raised his chin, curled his lips: "What should I do...there are still so many things... "

"How about..." Let me help you?

I always have blood on my hands, and it doesn't make any difference if I kill one more or one less.

I want to put you on the throne cleanly.

He Mingchuan stretched out a slender and straight finger, and gently pressed Bai Baihua's lips, he frowned and said, "It's better... I'll do it myself... Isn't it just killing people? Can't kill?"

"Okay..." As long as you are happy.

Bai Hua's black eyes are filled with doting.

The road of imperial power is piled up with blood and killings. If you want to walk on this road, you will kill your father and brother, your wife and your son, and even start a war without hesitation to burn people.

But for all of this, as long as Achuan wants, he is willing to stain his hands with blood to clear the way for Achuan.

"You have done enough for me." He Mingchuan lowered his eyes, nodded his head lightly, and then turned and entered the imperial tent.

The throne is not what he wants, but he is in it, if he does not advance, he will retreat.

How lucky is he to have God of War?

The second prince is the empress's son. Although the empress has passed away for many years, the empress is from a famous family with a powerful mother family. It is a century-old family. Over the years, she has been secretly working hard for the second prince as the heir apparent.

On the other hand, the second prince had a brotherly and humble appearance, and he was polite and courteous in his dealings with others. Even the treacherous and slippery Emperor Liang Andi was deceived, and he was slowly given away by the deeply hidden second prince's family. penetrated.

Therefore, He Mingchuan's palace change almost went very smoothly.

Originally, without him, the second prince would have succeeded in the palace transformation.

The second prince spent nearly ten years in order to hunt for the conference, and his family spent nearly ten years, looking for opportunities to buy, to corrupt, to get started quickly...but they never expected.

Ugh.

After waking up, the second prince let out a long sigh.

When Emperor Liang An asked him if it was worth putting one of his legs in, he answered confidently: everything is worth it.

But now they are just making wedding clothes for others.

In front of real masters, his means are simply not enough.

A man disguised himself as a woman for many years, hiding it from the eyes of the whole world, hooking up with the God of War, and taking over his power at the last moment when he initiated the palace change.

If they weren't in a life-and-death relationship, he would have admired this younger brother who was once so weak.

When he woke up from the hospital bed and saw the Seventh Prince standing in front of him, it seemed like a lifetime away.

He was still in the imperial tent, but Emperor Liang An was no more.

He saw with his own eyes that Emperor Liang An yelled after waking up, his mouth twisted and his hands trembled, half of his body convulsed violently, which was obviously a symptom of cerebral apoplexy.The imperial physicians were helpless, so they could only carry the person to the imperial physician's tent to soak in the medicine barrel for treatment, to see if there was any effect to save Liang Andi's life.

"You, you, you..." The second prince was in a hurry, pointing at He Mingchuan, speechless.

"Hand over the power in your hands, seal the king of Jiangnan, and give you the most fertile Jiangnan." He Mingchuan pointed out his intentions, he didn't want to talk nonsense with this hypocritical second brother at all.

"Give me a gold medal to save me from death." The second prince rolled his eyes and immediately bargained.

"Deal. Congratulations to King Jiangnan." He Mingchuan left without saying a word.

"Aren't you afraid...my descendants of future generations will rebel against your descendants?" The second prince couldn't figure it out. He could kill him with a single blow, but he still made him king.

"If they have the ability, let's build it!" He Mingchuan had already opened the imperial account, paused, and said something more kindly.

The power in the hands of the second prince and the centuries-old family behind him are far more valuable than a dead prince.

Good people are bullied, good horses are ridden by others, a useless person is not worthy of being an emperor at all, let a capable person be.

He Mingchuan couldn't guarantee that his descendants could enjoy a peaceful and prosperous age, and he couldn't even guarantee that their He family could enjoy the imperial court all the time.

He just needs to make sure he can succeed.

"Compared to yours, my vision is too small." The second prince smiled wryly after he had already left the imperial account.

After dealing with the most insidious and cunning second prince, the eldest prince and third prince will be very easy to subdue.

As long as you don't kill, you can say anything.

Emperor Liang Andi was rescued by the imperial physician and was finally out of danger, but he could no longer speak, half of his face was tilted to the ear, his mouth was drooling, and he was completely incontinent.

A generation of tyrants came to a miserable end.

Emperor Liang An stopped cooking, and he was no different from a dead person. A country cannot be without a king for a day, and a new monarch is born from this.

Under the strong recommendation of the three princes, the seventh prince finally resumed men's clothing and took on this important task.

Qiu Mishan and his party really taught that the sun and the moon have changed.

The ministers who remained in the court received the imperial decree from the new emperor at home, letting them see the facts clearly.

The so-called country made of iron, the emperor of flowing water, don't say that the He family is still in charge of the country, even if another surname sits in the country, it has nothing to do with the people who eat the emperor's food.

As long as there is an imperial court, the group of people born for the imperial court will have food to eat, no matter what the emperor's surname is.

Loyal officials have long since died on the guillotine.

The new emperor is not a soft-hearted person, otherwise, he would not plan to change the country in three days after more than ten years.

After a day of tossing, the owner of the imperial tent has changed.

"Oh, it's really not difficult..." He Mingchuan chatted about the affairs of the imperial court as if he was talking about family affairs, carrying a medicine box to change the medicine for the person sitting on the edge of the bed, but fell silent when he saw Bai Hua remove all the gauze Voice.

There was a deep and long wound from Bai Baihua's chest to his abdomen, the muscles were turned outwards, bloody and bloody, because the time was urgent, the treatment was done in a hurry, after the gauze was torn, blood seeped out again.

"The wound of the gold-plated knife. Is it a pair of two?" He Mingchuan took out the medicine bottle and gauze from the medicine box one by one, and looked at the wound carefully.

"One pair and three. The dark guards entangled one, and Yi Chu was also injured." Bai Tianhua sat shirtless, with a big knife and a golden horse, her face was calm and breezy, and she didn't feel any pain from the injury.

It's just that the bulging veins on his clenched fist showed how much pain he was enduring.

"Hold on..." He Mingchuan picked out a bottle of medicine, opened the stopper, and evenly sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound.

"It doesn't hurt! Hiss—" Bai Hua just hissed, and then saw He Mingchuan bent down, blowing gently on the wound.

The wound, which was so painful that his soul was out of his body, was teased by this gentle breath, and a burst of numbness replaced the pain, instantly submerging him.

Xiao Biesheng is newly married, not to mention he and He Mingchuan haven't seen each other for a long time.

His clenched hand palmed the chin that was blowing on his wound to relieve the pain, lifted it up, and moved closer.

"Hmm—" He Mingchuan didn't expect that the seriously injured person would get up in a daze, holding a medicine bottle and being kissed dizzy.

As soon as the two pairs of lips touched, sparks were sparked, and the blood flowed along the seven meridians and eight meridians of the body, and the blood flow surged and hit a certain part of the body.

The smell of blood in his nose became stronger, He Mingchuan had no choice but to push the person away, pursed his red and swollen lips, and cursed with a smile: "Even a bottle of golden sore medicine can't stop your blood!"

Bai Baihua was happy to kiss and charged some interest, and was about to pounce on him again, when his daughter-in-law yelled sharply, "Be honest!"

Alright... God of War had no choice but to smack his lips, retreat, sit down obediently, and let his wife scold him.

He quietly raised his eyes resentfully, his daughter-in-law kept a cold face, pulled out another bottle of medicine from the medicine box, and then slowly pressed him down to refill him.

"Hold it!" He Mingchuan ignored someone's pitiful eyes, and his hands were not light.

"Ah—it hurts! You are going to murder your husband!" The daughter-in-law ignored him, and the God of War howled.

He Mingchuan gave him a cold look, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" like a big well-behaved dog, drowning his voice in his throat.

When will this injury be healed!

The above is cured, what should I do next?Ares launched a worry.