Is the prince abolished today?

Wei Zhao couldn't help but follow the prestige.

The setting sun passes through the willow color, sprinkled fine mottled.On the palace road paved with pebbles, the young man was only wearing a thin bright yellow gauze gown, his face was like a jade sill, his eyes were like lacquer, his black hair was only tied with a jade belt, and it was stuck obediently between his neck. Kneeling among the messy stones, holding the ground with one hand, and coughing in a low voice while pressing his heart with the other, his little face was pale.

The coughing sound was indeed soft and weak, as if it was suppressed deliberately, for fear of being noticed by others.

Wei Zhao narrowed his eyes.

This little wolf cub's martial arts are not weak, but after kneeling for a long time, how did he become like this?Could it be that he is deliberately pretending to be pitiful again, so as to escape the punishment for the remaining two days?But if she pretends to be pitiful, shouldn't the louder the noise, the better?Why is the voice weak like a kitten?If it weren't for his profound internal strength and his extraordinary ear, he might not be able to hear him at such a close distance.

Heh, shouldn't he be playing hard to get again?

At a young age, there are many tricks.

Wei Zhao raised his eyebrows, ordered the steward to feed the eldest prince with rice and water, and ordered someone to go to the imperial hospital to get two qi-invigorating pills for preparation, and then he was about to walk over.

"Marquis Wei—"

Mu Jue called out urgently.

Wei Zhao glanced at the part of his cuff that was held by the other party, lowered his eyebrows and smiled, and asked politely, "Is there any order from the eldest prince?"

The deep and deep phoenix eyes are heavy and depressed, with an invisible aura, seeming to be able to see through all his thoughts.

"No, no."

Mu Jue's heart trembled, and he let go in embarrassment.Just now, before his brain could react, he instinctively pulled Wei Zhao's sleeve like that, how reckless, how rude, Wei Zhao... how should he think of him?

He suddenly became angry like never before, angry at himself for not being able to hold his breath, and angry at himself for being too impatient.

As the eldest son of the emperor who is modest and courteous, and who wants to remain calm and calm even if Mount Tai collapses, how could he use such a blatant way to force the other party to stay like a woman in the back house vying for favor?

"Don't worry, the eldest prince. You are only weak and dizzy due to excessive hunger. As long as you replenish water and rice on time, you will be fine. It is good for the prince to be filial, but the body is more important. I believe that your majesty will not I would like to see you hurt yourself so much in order to show your filial piety."

Wei Zhao comforted in a gentle voice.

However, these words sounded like intentional or unintentional accusations to Mu Jue. His face turned red, and he could hardly maintain his forced composure.

"It's... the words of Marquis Wei, Yurun will keep them in mind."

Wei Zhao nodded, turned his eyes away from the eldest son of the emperor, and walked away with a flash of silver robe.

Gao Jili was comforting His Royal Highness on the back.However, his obedient little Highness seemed helpless, and when he slapped him, he coughed even worse.

Gao Jili felt strange, he didn't use much force, and besides, wasn't he doing well just now?Why did he suddenly start coughing.However, when he saw a silver-white figure walking towards this side from the corner of his eye, Gao Jili understood it in seconds!

Marquis Dingbei's claws have already stretched out.Facing a powerful enemy whose strength is much higher than yours, what you have to do is of course not to confront him head-on, tell him that I am so strong and I am so powerful and refuse to accept the fight, but to pretend to be weak, pitiful, and dying, It's best to let the other party's conscience be tortured, and he can't bear to attack you who is weak, pitiful and helpless.

And as an excellent housekeeper and caring man, what he can do is naturally fight well and try his best to help His Highness pretend to be pitiful!

"Why?"

"Is your highness unwell?"

Wei Zhao stopped with his sleeves in his arms, leaned over slightly, looked down at "Little Poor", and asked in a very gentle voice.

The young man seemed to be frightened suddenly, and hurriedly let go of his hands, because he really didn't have the strength to kneel upright, so he simply leaned over, holding back his cough, and said firmly: "Gu...Gu is fine."

"Ahem...Sorry, I interrupted Marquis Wei and Big Brother's conversation."

The boy turned his head anxiously, and coughed twice again.After coughing, he looked up at Wei Zhao with a little fear, his dark eyes filled with annoyance, guilt and imperceptible panic, as if he was afraid that the other party would get angry because of it.If you look closely, you can still see that the lower lip is covered with small teeth marks, which are slightly white, obviously bitten out with pain.

Looking at... exceptionally weak, pitiful and helpless.

Wei Zhao glanced under his knees, and saw that there were no cushions, nor any knee pads placed, and the small stones that had not been completely polished and smooth were rubbing against his knees through a thin layer of clothing, and the inside must have been bruised and purple. , but a little surprised.

The little prince doesn't seem like someone who will suffer. Even according to the information collected so far, he especially likes to fight against Emperor Changping and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty. Why is he so obedient now?Is it to do a full set of acting, to carry out the bitter plan to the end, or... I really know it is wrong?

The latter, obviously, was ridiculous even to think about it.

"Did Marquis Wei come here on purpose to visit elder brother? Otherwise, you should kneel farther away. If you disturb Marquis Wei, Gu really deserves death."

The young man clenched his fists and said in a very considerate manner. Before Wei Zhao could speak, he gritted his teeth. Although it was very difficult, he still tried to help his big fat housekeeper to get up.Unexpectedly, due to the haste of the movement, he became unsteady and fell softly.

"Ouch!"

Gao Jili looked as if his heart was going to be broken, and howled sadly: "My dear highness, don't be brave. Since last night, you have been suffering from cold and fever, and your stomach is uncomfortable. Up to now, you have not touched any rice or water. If you haven't entered yet, it would be nice if you can barely kneel here, so why bother. Don't worry, Dingbeihou is a big hero with a big heart and an upright conduct, and he will never hurt you while others are in danger."

The fourth and fifth princes who were eating melons in the back row at the same time:?

The second prince, who had perfect posture, kneeling and waiting for the idol review:? ? ?

What the hell did he hear?

Are the rock sugar white fungus water and goat milk biscuits fed to the dog?

Fuck some people are shameless for their lives!

and also

As someone who also has a butler, isn't someone's butler too good at acting? ?

Only Mu Qi, who was still happily eating the biscuits, was full of guilt. God, in order to take care of him who was sick, His Royal Highness gave him cushions, knee pads, food and drinks, but he himself endured such pain.How can there be such a good and kind person in the world.

"It's okay."

Wei Zhao, who had been looking at him coldly, finally spoke at this moment.

There was an unknown smile in his phoenix eyes, he stretched out his silver-white robe, knelt down on one knee, stretched out his hand, and pinched the young man's veins skillfully and naturally with his fingers, with a gentle tone: "Let Your Highness have a look. "

The skin under the fingers is as smooth and delicate as jade porcelain.Wei Zhao rubbed his fingertips twice, carefully feeling the pulse of "little poor".

Mu Xiao:! !

The high-level senior executives who are acting are——

! ! ! !

What do you mean by performing so hard, but the people who should cooperate with you turn a blind eye and... tear down the stage.

I heard that when the highly skilled imperial physicians of the imperial hospital took the pulse, they could even get the patient out after eating a few bowls of rice and drinking a few bowls of water. Could it be that Marquis Dingbei also has this magical ability?

This, this, his poor little Highness, seems to be playing with fire again this time.

At this moment, Gao Jili suddenly realized that the best way to face enemies, especially cruel enemies, is not to pretend to be pitiful, but to be as quiet as a chicken and pretend that he does not exist.Will a master like Dingbei Hou who can chop people into meat stuffed buns let us go because we are weak?Not at all!

So, my darling, why did you provoke him?

Gao Jili had a thousand and ten thousand regrets in his heart, and was even ready to rush into the Chengqing Hall to ask His Majesty for help at any time.

People in the palace and some ministers who were going to Chengqing Palace to report government affairs to Emperor Changping saw from a distance that Dingbei Hou was holding the little prince's wrist very forcefully, and the little prince looked so weak that he was about to faint, they all gasped secretly Cool.

This position, this picture, the scene of a large-scale vendetta.

To be so cool.

"How? Gu's pulse...is there any problem?"

Compared with his own butler, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is much more stable in terms of acting skills and psychological quality.

The young man opened his black and white eyes, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, and he stared at Wei Hou's hand for taking the pulse, and immediately asked a little nervously.

Confusion flashed across Wei Zhao's eyes, he calmly withdrew his hand, and said calmly, "Oh."

"It's not a big problem."

"Some accumulated food."

"The minister will ask the imperial physician to bring some hawthorn pills."

Mu Yun: "..."

Mu Yun: "..."

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Cough cough, that's it. The stupid author has an important exam tomorrow and needs to prepare something. I will take a leave tonight, so I won't update it. The day after tomorrow will be Saturday night. I'm sorry.