Is the prince abolished today?

As expected, the boy's waist line was tense due to extreme vigilance.

Wei Zhao's eyes were cold, and he rubbed his fingertips against the white brocade cloth, making circles, little by little, patiently feeling every subtle change in his body under his fingers, like a hunter who had set a trap and was only waiting for the prey to enter his mouth.

That area is full of vital acupuncture points, and Wei Zhao, as a master of internal and external training, is also familiar with acupuncture and torture.When he touched a certain point, the young man's waist suddenly softened, and he trembled visibly. He struggled to hide, and looked at Wei Zhao with a much more ferocious look, like a small poisonous snake being pinched seven inches.

As a seasoned hunter, how could Marquis Wei allow the prey he got to escape? He poked out his two fingers like lightning, and when he saw the opportunity, he pinched and pressed. With two simple movements, he easily trapped the boy opposite him firmly against the wall.

"Well……"

His Royal Highness the "smart" prince obviously doesn't like this kind of restraint.

The young man stared at the tall figure on the opposite side, struggling vigorously, the blood in his eyes became more and more dense, and the originally black and white pupils gradually revealed a strange red light.The powerful flow of internal force surrounding the two of them also vibrated with the ferocity of the master's emotions.

A three-finger-long bloodstain slowly appeared on Wei Zhao's left chest.

After three years, the old wound that had already shed its scab opened again along the original shape of the incision!

The smell of fresh blood in the air obviously stimulated the young man's nerves, and Mu Yun's eyes were full of blood, and he almost broke free from the two hands that clamped his wrist and waist like iron clamps.Wei Zhao frowned, and exerted all his strength, the boy let out a "woo" from the pain, and his waist went limp again.

Wei Zhao took advantage of the situation and cut the boy's other wrist backwards, pressing it tightly against the wall.The young man's body was completely restrained, and under his anger, like a little beast in a desperate situation, he opened a mouthful of small teeth and bit Wei Zhao's arm.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Everyone in the Prince's Mansion and the Dingbeihou Mansion almost heard each other's gasps.

The sharp teeth pierced into the flesh, and Wei Zhao's bitten left arm twitched twice immediately.However, the young man in front of him was like a crazy little wolf cub. Seeing him twitching, he bit on him even more and refused to let go, as if he wanted to bite off his entire left arm.

Wei Zhao let him bite with a sullen face, seeing the opportunity when the little wolf cub went crazy, the hand that was pinching the boy's waist quickly moved to his back, secretly channeling his strength, pouring his own mellow internal energy into the boy's back along the palm of his hand. Heart.

Mu Yun felt that he had been walking in the endless cold darkness for a long time, so long that he felt that he could never walk out again, until a beam of light broke through the clouds, and his body was surrounded by a familiar warmth.

"Teacher, teacher..."

The young man's eyes became wet, and he loosened his teeth in a daze. The blood color in his eyes gradually faded, and they became as bright as evening stars again.When he looked up at Wei Zhao, he was full of bewilderment and imperceptible panic.

"It's my minister, Wei Zhao."

Wei Zhao stared at the boy's every reaction, and responded with a low voice.

The smell of blood between his lips and teeth, as well as the shattered images remaining in his mind, all reminded Mu Yun that he seemed... to be in trouble again.And it was... an unbelievable catastrophe.

How to do.

Aftermath, it seems a bit troublesome.

It seems more troublesome to deal with the aftermath.

or……

or……

Just pretend that the tortoise faints first.

The young man avoided Wei Zhao's scrutiny, opened his big wet eyes, and quietly looked at his fat housekeeper.

It was his big fat padded jacket, the only person who could give him a sense of security at this time.

Tall and Fatty made eye contact with His Royal Highness in a tacit understanding.

Blink your eyes once, which means you can faint.

Blink twice, which means you must faint.

Blinking his eyes three times means that he will faint immediately.

After receiving the signal for help from His Royal Highness, the senior executive blinked hard three times.

His Highness really lived up to his expectations, his big eyes, which were still shining a second ago, snapped shut, and fell down without any muddle.

It's just that the fainting direction is a bit wrong.

He fainted directly into the arms of Marquis Dingbei.

So much so that Gao Jili, who trotted over to pick up the person with such a voice and emotion, was empty.

"Hou, is Lord Hou alright?"

The senior executive who cooperated with His Royal Highness secretly glanced at the two rows of bloody tooth marks on Wei Zhao's arm, and asked in a low voice and guilty conscience.

Zhou Shen looked at you so blindly, and wanted to swear, but he thought that he came from a family who read and wrote poetry after all, and he couldn't have the same knowledge as Gao Dapang, a brainless and reckless person, so he held back .

Wei Zhaofeng lowered his eyes, staring thoughtfully at the little guy who "accidentally" fell into his arms, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Your Highness must have some strange disease, right?"

The irony in these words was obvious, and he directly read out the manuscript prepared by Gao Jili.

Fortunately, Gao Jili prepared a second set, so he said in a calm and unhurried manner: "Master Hou may not believe it, but it is indeed the truth. Our Highness just now...was actually sleepwalking."

"I just fell asleep and loved the kind of sleepwalking that I ran around all over the street without knowing what I was doing." The executive pointed to the head of His Highness with great pain, "Master Hou, have you heard of it?"

"Oh."

Wei Zhao moved his fingers down and pressed lightly on the acupoints on the young man's waist. He felt an almost imperceptible tremor in his arms, and Fang raised the corners of his lips, and said slowly, "Your Highness seems to be very ill. It's light, it needs to be treated well."

……

At the same time, three black figures fell silently on the high wall facing the street.

"Boss, today the little prince showed all his ugliness in front of Wei Zhao, and even bit Wei Zhao. His subordinates speculate that Wei Zhao will soon retaliate wildly against the little prince. By then, the little prince will no longer be able to stay in court. You have to obediently beg the Lord to take you in with your tail between your legs."

Killer A expresses his opinion confidently.

This kind of feeling that someone has already done it for you before you do it yourself, and the method is better than yourself is so amazing.

Killer B questioned: "Would Weizhao's reaction be too calm? Could he really think that the little prince was just sleepwalking?"

"stupid!"

Killer A looked at Killer B with eyes of worrying IQ: "Which tiger would show its minions before eating people, Wei Zhao is deliberately paralyzing the little prince, teaching the little prince to relax his vigilance, so that he can find opportunities to kill people in the future." Get rid of it in one fell swoop."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense."

The killer known as the "leader" interrupted the two younger brothers in a bad mood.

Hmph, if it wasn't because he had a bad stomach and suddenly had diarrhea, the perfect plan of "pretending to be an assassin in the prince's mansion and assassinating Dingbeihou" would not have been implemented in time, and would have died in the cradle.

As the leader of the killer world, he would never admit that other people's plans were better than his own.On the contrary, he now hates this guy who suddenly came out to make trouble.If there is a chance to meet each other on a narrow road, he will definitely beat the opponent's dog's head, and he will not show mercy at all.

"Boss, what are we going to do now?"

Killer A and Killer B asked the same question.

They are used to licking blood on the tip of the knife, but they are not quite used to this rhythm of picking up leaks.

"Of course, stay in the imperial capital and wait for the Lord's next order."

The leader looked up at the extraordinarily high and extraordinarily wide sky of the imperial capital, with blood and pride surging in his heart at the same time.

Just as an eagle needs a vast sky to spread its wings, a killer also needs a more compelling world to show off its skills.

He had a vague premonition.

Here, it will be a very unforgettable journey in his killer career.

……

It was already very late at night, but the Book Pavilion of the Prince's Mansion was still brightly lit.

"Faced with the questioning by Marquis Dingbei today, what does His Highness think of the servant's answer?"

"Well, great."

"That's what the slave thinks. Even the most skilled imperial physician in the imperial hospital may not be able to explain the disease in his head. If Marquis Dingbei retaliates in the future, we can confidently carry out self-defense."

"You are so clever."

"Your Highness is even more powerful. The moment you fainted in the arms of Marquis Dingbei, the slave almost believed it. It was so real."

In the pavilion, the little prince was sitting cross-legged on a low couch under the south window, holding a large can of freshly squeezed juice in his hand, exchanging rainbow farts with his big fat housekeeper.

In order to make it easier for His Royal Highness to drink juice, Gao Jili specially asked someone to make a long straw out of a bamboo tube, so that it can absorb the pulp that settled at the bottom of the tank, and it is not easy to spill the juice on the clothes. It can be said to be very good. wonderful.

"Today is really dangerous. Fortunately, His Highness only bit Dingbei Hou and didn't cut him again, otherwise it would be really troublesome."

His Royal Highness probably also felt that it was too risky. After thinking about it, he generously distributed the juice to his big fat padded jacket to calm the shock.

Gao Jili was thirsty, so he took two sips bluntly, thinking, the freshly squeezed juice is really delicious, no wonder it is so favored by His Highness.

"Tomorrow, he will be punished by kneeling. Will Marquis Dingbei find fault, or complain before His Majesty, has His Highness figured out how to deal with it?"

Gao Jili couldn't hold back and took two more sips.

Mu Yun glanced at the half-can of watermelon juice left in an instant, and was a little unhappy, but thinking of the great performance of the big fat padded jacket today, he silently watched him take another sip, then clenched his fists, eager to try: "You Say, if Gu sends the two mansions of Dingbeihou to make amends, will Dingbeihou end his grudge with Gu Yixiao?"

Gao Jili: Huh?

Mu Yun was vigilant: "Do you think Gu's proposal is not good?"

"No no no."

Gao Jili quickly waved his hand: "Your Highness's idea of ​​making an apology is naturally excellent. But isn't it too conspicuous to openly give away a mansion? Would you like to consider giving me some other rare things?"

Although Gao Jili didn't think that Dingbeihou could handle it with an apology, but he really couldn't bear to dampen His Highness's enthusiasm.After all, this is a historic step for His Highness in interpersonal communication.Before, the little Highness burned Master Lin's house, and I didn't see that the Little Highness had the consciousness of giving money to others to repair the house.It can be seen that Marquis Dingbei is so powerful that he really frightened His Highness.

Mu Yun: "Rare things?"

"Yes, it is the kind that is both precious and not so conspicuous." Gao Jili gestured with his hands: "For example, expensive swords, priceless jewels, and rare cute pets. I heard that there is a place called Jubao Pavilion in the west of the city. It sells all kinds of rare treasures, Your Highness can go shopping."

As long as you can make Beihou happy, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doesn't need any principles, and immediately nodded readily: "Okay, then go to Jubao Pavilion."

This time the onset was sudden, and Mu Yun was exhausted after all. After drinking the last sip of juice, he lay down on the couch and fell asleep before the waiter brought the bathtub in.

……

At the same time, in the study of the Dingbei Houfu, Zhou Shen hurried in with a confession: "Master Hou, the Taoist priest has recruited."

The author has something to say: a bit late, happy holidays.