The prince's medicine attracts the foolish concubine

Feng Jialan pursed her lips, and said to the dark guard, "Take him too."

The voice of the dark guard was cold: "Your subordinate must ensure the safety of His Royal Highness before saving others."

"Daddy...Brother Prince..." No matter how stupid Ke Yunchu was, he noticed something was wrong and cried out uneasily.

Hearing that the little fool was still calling him, Feng Jialan was a little anxious.

Although he hated this fool, he didn't want him to die in front of him either.

The image of him treasuredly showing off his discarded handkerchief as a treasure flashed through his mind.

He said to the hidden guard again: "I let you also..."

Before he finished speaking, he was picked up by the hidden guard, "His Royal Highness, this subordinate has offended you!"

The dark guard led him to a safe place outside the hall, put him down, and then dodged into the hall. After a while, he also brought out Ke Yunchu, whose face was pale with fright.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that his pale face was not from fright, but from injury.

There was a tinge of bright red on his left shoulder.

The dark guard put him down, stripped off his clothes and checked, and saw that the color of the blood was normal and there was no sign of poisoning, so he said to Feng Jialan, "Young Master Ke is not poisoned, the wound is not deep, just bandage it up. "

Ke Yunchu's left shoulder can be regarded as ill-fated. It was also kicked and broken before, and now it is injured here again.

But in such a critical situation just now, no one was protecting him, and it was his luck that he was only slightly injured.

"Why did they kill the emperor's uncle...?" Ke Yunchu was in the chaos just now, and heard the group of people from the music team shouting "Kill that dog emperor!" .

Feng Jialan didn't speak.

He used to think that his father was the most powerful person in the world, because he held the supreme power, saying that the wind is the wind, and the rain is the rain.

But later he found out that although his father enjoyed the supreme power, he failed to do what an emperor should do. He didn't want to be a wise king, but he couldn't even be a mediocre one. He was extravagant and trusted treacherous officials .

But he was born in the depths of the palace, and he had never really heard the voices of the people. If he hadn't been assassinated this time, he would not have known that his father was already a great harm in the hearts of the people.

Ke Yunchu anxiously grabbed Feng Jialan's hand with his uninjured hand, but found that his hand was stiff and cold, soaked in cold sweat, so he took his hand and put it on his neck: "Nuan Nuan... ...it's not cold anymore..."

Feng Jialan was indeed frightened. Even though it was Midsummer Night, he felt chills all over his body. When the wind blew past, the sweat on his body cooled down and turned into goose bumps.

Although he had heard that such an assassination had occurred in the previous dynasty, this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.

Hearing those people's desperate cries, his heart was flooded with boundless disappointment towards his father.

What's more unexpected is that he still needs a fool to warm him up now.

Feng Jialan looked at Ke Yunchu's worried expression, he was the one who was still bleeding from his shoulder, and he was worried about himself, he lowered his eyes and cursed softly: "You idiot..." But his hand But it still didn't move away from his neck.

Just temporarily, absorb some of his warmth.