My Empress is My Bad Girl

After all, the high priest is the high priest, and he still knows a little bit about this behemoth next to the Wu people.

He knew that the emperor today has four brothers and sisters, and unlike the other dynasties, their brothers and sisters have very good relationships. Only the emperor’s brother can be named a prince.

That being the case, this young man with a pretty face but a bit of a gloomy look is the younger brother of Princess Rouzhen.

The high priest knew that Princess Rouzhen's family was looking for her, but he thought that the Uzbek was in danger of hiding, and it was difficult for ordinary outsiders to find her.

Even if it is found, the Uzbek is protected by mountains on three sides, and there are suspension bridges blocking the way.

People in the clan know the rules, even if they bring outsiders, they are ordinary people, and they will never bring soldiers in.

So, where did this large swath of soldiers and horses come from?

The only possibility that the high priest thought of was that a traitor had emerged from the clan.

Seeing his son covered in blood and hanging his head, the high priest felt a little frustrated.

He trembled and said: "The prince, your sister is indeed here, but we Uzbeks have never hurt her at all. You want to take her away, just go, why do you hurt my son?"

Xiao Er smiled and said: "When we found this place, your son was bullying my sister. You said, I beat him wrong? High priest, your son is so unpromising, you should reflect on how you taught. "

The high priest went on fire.

He wants to teach his son.

It's a pity that God didn't give him this opportunity.

When my son got it back, he couldn't teach it anymore.

He knew that the opposite prince Lian just made an excuse.

Seeing that his son was suffering, he didn't want to talk nonsense, and asked directly: "Master, how are you willing to let my son go?"

Xiao Er said: "Then it depends on whether the high priest can take out things that satisfy me in exchange."

The high priest moved slightly in his heart and was silent for a moment. He asked, "Does the prince want a prescription?"

"Oh? What's the recipe?"

"..."

The high priest frowned.

He glanced suspiciously at his son.

The son was hurt all over, not pretending to be.

But he also knows things like bitterness.

The high priest thought for a while, and said in a deep voice: "It's inconvenient here. The prince might as well go into the house to discuss it with me. As for my son...let him down first. If he has any accidents, we won't have anything to talk about. right?"

"It makes sense. However, I don't like to be reasonable. Your son bullied my sister, I just want to kill him." Xiao Er said and let go.

Without warning.

The rope slammed Xiaozhuang's neck.

Xiao Zhuang woke up in pain with his feet struggling, his hands were holding the rope around his neck, his complexion flushed, and he made a gurgling noise.

Qian'er grabbed the baby's hand abruptly, shaking slightly.

But she didn't say a word.

I just endure it.

However, the child frowned and stared at his younger brother in dissatisfaction.

Although the play should be lifelike, it was too much. In case one accidentally killed Xiao Zhuang, it would be impossible to explain to Qian'er, to the emperor's brother, or even to the mother's queen.

Let alone the prescription of the high priest.

The most important thing is that Xiao Zhuang is the one that my sister likes, so torturing him, doesn't it make my sister sad.

However, in this scene, it is difficult for the children to come down directly to stop them, so they can only pin their hopes on Shui Yijun.