After wearing the book, the regent quit.

The man in the middle of the arena looked panic-stricken and kept howling. He covered his injured neck with his fat hands, blood was faintly stained between his fingers, and he couldn't stop calling for someone to find the imperial doctor.

In sharp contrast to him were the remaining silent onlookers; this arrow made everyone present realize once again that the young man on the throne who was not worthy of a crown was an existence that could not be provoked or violated.

The outline of the young man's side face is sharp and angular, and the overly cold and sharp lines carry a sharp aura, and there is a forbearance and cruelty buried deep in his eyes. Sitting in a high position, the icy aura exuding from his body is daunting.

Looking sideways, Shen Mu clearly saw Xiao Fan's forearm trembling slightly on the dragon chair, and some bloodstains could be vaguely seen on the mahogany armrest.

Even if he doesn't know how to archery, he can still see that the strength of Xiao Fan's arm just now is enough to make the wound on his left arm burst again; everyone can't see it, but he is wearing black strong clothes, The colors are almost offset by two.

Shouting a few times but no one answered, the useless lord might finally realize that something was wrong, his fat body shook, and instantly realized that only his "partner" the regent could save him, ran towards Shen Mu with pale lips, and spoke tremblingly, Trying to maintain the last shred of sanity,

"I just want to see His Majesty's archery skills. I don't know why His Majesty wants to kill me!"

"Also ask the regent to make decisions for the ministers!"

The fear and resentment in the man's eyes were intertwined, and Shen Mu quickly scanned the venue from the corner of his eyes, and found that many people present had such expressions more or less in their eyes.

They are unwilling to submit to the young people in high positions, and the fear in their hearts makes them stop, so some choose to wait and see from afar, and some choose to take risks.

But Xiao Fan was different, he was different from Shen Mu, the trash prince, and everyone present.

Once a young man sits in this position, he is doomed to have no qualifications to be vulnerable or escape.

And the person who single-handedly pushed him to the forefront was Shen Mu.

When the prince rushed towards him, Xiao Fan on the dragon chair straightened his back at the same time, staring at Shen Mu vigilantly, like a lone wolf in the dark night showing its fangs, not letting strangers get close.

Raising his hand to push away the fat hand on the prince's neck, Shen Mu looked at the skin scratched by the sharp arrow, but what was in his mind was the description of the wound on Xiao Fan's left arm in the book.

Nearly two inches long, deep bone visible.

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you call the imperial physician," Shen Mu took out his handkerchief, carefully wiped off the blood on his fingers, frowned slightly, and wrote lightly,

"Otherwise, the wound on the prince's neck should heal."

Slightly taken aback, Ah Qing couldn't hold back a burst of laughter, and shouted loudly in response.

The imperial physician standing by the side ran up quickly this time, and after saluting to Xiao Fan and Shen Mu respectively, he tremblingly took out the medicine box.

The smell of rust and blood on the middle-aged man was really unpleasant, Shen Mu moved towards Xiao Fan without showing any trace, bowed slightly to the young man in the high position, and asked with a smile,

"The weather is so hot that even the prince is dizzy from the scorching sun and cannot see His Majesty's superb archery skills; I boldly suggest that it is better to cancel the hunting, so that everyone here can go back to the camp to rest for a while."

These words can be said to have given Xiao Fan enough face.

Heartbreaking pain came from his left arm, Xiao Fan took Shen Mu's two small steps towards him into his eyes, his eyes moved slightly, his right hand under the table slowly clenched into a fist, and let out a deep hum.

"In that case, follow what Yafu said."

After speaking, he stood up and left without turning his head amidst the sound of everyone kneeling down.

The venue that was full just a moment ago was soon empty, only Shen Mu and the pale prince were left; the man was probably frightened by Xiao Fan's arrow, and when he saw that everyone had left, he pulled him away in extreme fear. Shen Mu's sleeve, knelt on the ground and said in fear,

"Prince Regent, you said His Majesty, he, he won't kill me..."

Shen Mu was disgusted by the bullying and cowardly appearance of the idiot, and he took a step back, warning in a cold voice, "If you still want to live, you can go to His Majesty's tent and kneel down to beg for mercy later."

Otherwise, not to mention you, even the wives, concubines and children in your house will be decapitated and die a terrible death.

After a while, the sound of a man crying and confessing came from outside the tent.

"Prince Yi really obeyed your order and went to kneel outside His Majesty's tent to apologize," Ah Qing trotted in to report, and said in a slightly surprised tone, "It's just that His Majesty didn't kill him, but instead gave him a seat and comforted him a little bit." fan."

Fingertips slowly slid across the blueprint, Shen Mu hummed indifferently, never leaving the map in front of him.

An idiot but not an idiot, he naturally knew that without his backing, Xiao Fan could kill him with ease, and he didn't even need a so-called "legitimate reason".

It's just that Xiao Fan's attitude is a little surprising.

It was a matter of the king's face, Shen Mu thought that the little tyrant would at least torture people severely, and at the worst would make the idiot beg for mercy for a few hours, but he did the opposite, taking advantage of this to buy people's hearts.

Indeed, compared to Shen Mu who backed away from promises, Xiao Fan chose to turn hostility into friendship at this time, showing that he has firmly grasped the best moment to win people's hearts by throwing an olive branch.

But the idiot bag couldn't find any splashes, Shen Mu didn't think too much, raised his head and asked Ah Qing again, "What did the doctor say?"

"Master Xu said that the wound on His Majesty's hand is open again, and if you don't pay attention, it will easily leave scars." Ah Qing obediently made tea for him, and presented it respectfully, "Master Xu is waiting outside, if you have something to order— —”

"No need," Shen Mu shook his head and refused, thinking that this person is not easy. He is still in a dilemma between himself and Xiao Fan in his 60s, so he added, "Give him a hundred taels of gold, and tell him to take good care of His Majesty." Can."

Ah Qing looked suspicious, but she still obediently responded, and when she was about to retreat, Shen Mu suddenly said, "Wait."

His finger suddenly stopped at a place on the drawing, and Shen Mu drew a circle on a remote town in the drawing, and asked, "Where is this?"

"My lord, this is Yaozhen, and it is also the place where you took His Majesty back to the palace."

"Okay," Shen Mu nodded, "After returning to the palace tomorrow, you should immediately send people to various pawnshops in Yaozhen to inquire. No matter how small the scale is, don't let it go."

"I'm looking for a hairpin."

"Shen Mu told you this?"

The young man was lazily lying on the bed, playing with a chain in his hand, and lightly touched the small iron hook where the chain was connected with his right hand. Hearing this, he turned sideways, glanced at the white-haired old man kneeling on the ground, and bit down a few words heavily.

"Take good care of Gu?"

The white-haired old man's face was pale, with sweat dripping down his cheeks; he was kneeling on the ground, with a whole box of shining gold ingots at his feet, trembling, "The regent really just asked the minister to take care of you, nothing else Did not say."

"Ya Fu cares so much about Gu's body, it really surprises Gu."

A chill flashed in the pitch-black eyes, Xiao Fan's wrist trembled slightly, and the iron chain in his hand slipped away, like an arrow flying from the string, smashing into a row of precious porcelain decorated on the wooden table one after another, for a while, there were endless crisp sounds.

The old imperial doctor trembled and nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes..."

"You know what to do," Xiao Fan looked coldly at the gold ingot at his feet, and said impatiently, "Go down."

Doctor Xu staggered out as if he had been given an amnesty.

Without Xiao Fan's order, the servants waiting outside the tent did not dare to come in at will. At this time, sharp fragments were scattered all over the floor, and the house was in a mess.

These porcelains were all sent by his uncle who didn't know how to live or die.

"Slap a piece of sweet dates," Xiao Fan rolled over from his limp, came to the treasure chest, bent down and took a piece of gold ingot and looked it up in front of his eyes, squinting,

"Shen Mu, when did you start playing tricks like this?"

Thinking of the indifferent smile Shen Mu showed to him in the hunting ground, a burst of depression welled up in his heart, Xiao Fan dropped the gold ingot casually, threw himself heavily into the soft cave, and blocked his eyes with his right forearm.

First, he sent people to set fire maliciously, and then he was caught off guard by the pool in disheveled clothes, but in the gazebo, he was gifted with two thousand elite soldiers under the pretext of "protecting him".

She colluded secretly to make the emperor's uncle embarrass him face to face, but he took the initiative to help him out, and even dared to show him a smile with unknown meaning.

It is clear that he is playing with him in the palm of his hand.

Grinding the molars hard, the limp Xiao Fan shouted coldly, "Jing Fan!"

The young man in black lifted the curtain and entered the tent, even rushing into the tent with a burst of cold fragrance, asking in a deep voice what is his order.

"Where are the two thousand elite soldiers from last night?" The faint scent was too unfamiliar, Xiao Fan raised his hand and opened his eyes, looking at the white clothes in Jing Wen's hands, feeling inexplicably familiar,

"Where did this dress come from?"

Jing Fan handed over the folded clothes in his hands, "Your Majesty, these are the clothes that the regent left by the pool that day, what should I do with them?"

Jing Yan handed the folded white undershirt forward, and the cool fragrance of the cold tea was more obvious, just like the man with reddened eyes by the pool last night, his eyes were deserted.

The guard continued, "What's more, the count of the two thousand elite soldiers has been counted, and they are outside the hunting ground, following His Majesty's orders."

There was a cold light in the black eyes like splashed ink, Xiao Fan seemed to want to stare at the white shirt with his eyes.

Shen Mu provoked him several times, so he should naturally respond.

These two thousand elite soldiers have to pay the price.

"Send down the order to send all these two thousand elite soldiers to the general's stables, and clean up the excrement every day until Gu is satisfied."

With a sullen face, Xiao Fan said coldly, "Whoever dares to be lazy will be punished by military law."

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