Chapter 1910

"Brother Sect Master, could it be that they have already made a move?"

The voice of the young man was conveyed through the video, perhaps because he deliberately lowered it because he was concerned about the sound, so he couldn't hear it clearly.

Glass pondered for a long time, according to the information he got, it should not be time to start over there, but it is absolutely impossible for Yuyin to have an accident for no reason.

Could it be that all precautions were taken, or were they succeeded?

He has already planted people everywhere in Bianjing, if they can show up, he can't know at all, besides. This place is only a hundred miles away from Bianjing. If it was really them, why didn't he notice it at all?

But if it weren't for them, this world would be nothing. Who else can attack that little emperor?

They really had no scruples, even though they knew that Yuyin was from Mount Jiuhua, they still did it.

Now that the matter has come to this point, they probably left long ago, and the little emperor's chances of life are also slim, so it seems that a long-term plan is needed.

"It seems that we are still a step too late," Glass said: "You send people there first, since they dare to do something, they will not be afraid of people's investigation. The bodies of the little emperor and Yu Yin are probably still there, bring them back."

"yes."

Su Chen looked at the little emperor who was lying on the bed and had resumed breathing weakly, wiped off the sweat dripping down his cheeks, and exhaled lightly.

The little emperor's complexion was still a little purple, but the gray-blue color on the tips of his fingers had faded away, and his pulse became much stronger.

He withdrew the spiritual power that had been injected into the little emperor's body, and had no choice but to control the little emperor's body just now in order to activate the medicinal properties.

At this time, there was no one in the room, Su Chen's eyes were shining with an inexplicable light, and the little emperor's body was much weaker than he thought.

When we met for the first time, he realized that the little emperor's body was not as tough as it looked, but he didn't think much about it at the time. Now it seems that there may be reasons behind it.

The emperor has been living in the Zhizhou Mansion, but the strange thing is that the little emperor has been lying in this courtyard for three days, but no one has approached to inquire, even the eunuch who was guarding the courtyard before, has disappeared at this time.

Su Chen kept guarding the little emperor, and Hong Mingshou didn't dare to speak up when he had doubts in his heart. It wasn't until the evening of the third day that a servant finally walked outside, looking through the courtyard door and looking into the courtyard surreptitiously.

As soon as Hong Mingshou came out of the kitchen, he saw the boy retracting his head in a panic. He calmly entered the room with porridge and side dishes.

"Finally a living person came. I thought Nazhizhou was really daring to leave the little emperor here and ignore him."

As soon as Hong Mingshou said the words, he was taken aback for a moment. The little emperor was thrown here, why was he so anxious.

Su Chen drank the porridge slowly, and lost his appetite after eating two mouthfuls of small dishes. He has been guarding the little emperor for the past few days. .

"He's not just bold." Su Chen looked at the porridge in front of him, his brows furrowed uncontrollably, "I'm afraid he has already joined the Ming Lord."

Hong Mingshou's spoon paused in mid-air, but he himself forgot that Heaven and Earth would find a substitute for the emperor. I am afraid that he has returned to the capital now, and the little emperor in this courtyard is probably the one who has replaced his name.

It's just that the little emperor has been living in Zhizhou's mansion and has not left. Judging from the current situation, it must be a drama of replacing a civet cat with a prince, and the Zhizhou is clear.

"If that's the case, why doesn't he dare to approach here?" Hong Mingshou thought about the whole situation, his heart tightened for nothing, and he couldn't tell whether he was worried about the little emperor or whether his whereabouts would be revealed in the future.

"The person who did it probably didn't tell him whether the little emperor was dead or not. He couldn't be sure, so how dare he approach him."

Su Chen said.

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Hong Mingshou also lost his appetite. Putting down the spoon, he couldn't help but look back at the thin figure lying on the bed. The little emperor's complexion looked much better, but he still looked pale.

The boy probed his head and watched for a long time, and suddenly found that there were still people alive in the courtyard, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground, thinking of what his lord said, he hurriedly got up.

He rushed into the main courtyard in a hurry, and plunged into the study. There was no time to see the reaction of his own adults, and he cried in a panic: "My lord is not good, that person is alive!"

"crash"

The blue-and-white porcelain bowl of Jingde official kiln fell to the ground, and the master of Zhizhou Mansion froze in place.

The scorching sun was setting in the west, and the crescent moon was rising into the sky. Su Chen looked at the little emperor who was slowly opening his eyes in front of the bed, only raised one corner of his mouth, and sighed softly: "I agreed on a three-day appointment, but I'm late." .”

The little emperor seemed a little dazed at first, and blinked his eyes, but when he saw who the person in front of the bed was, his eyes suddenly burst into an astonishing light. He stared at Su Chen, his lips parted: "You are here."

Su Chen said: "It's a bit late."

"not late."

The little emperor slowly closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth subconsciously curled up to the sides, and a blush appeared on his sunken cheeks.

The silent night. A solitary lantern came from a distance and stopped at the gate of the small courtyard, and there was no movement for a long time.

The courtyard door opened with a creak, and Hong Mingshou looked at the man in official uniform standing outside. "come in."

The man had no expression on his face. He followed Hong Mingshou's small courtyard to the front of the house, but stopped suddenly, his face trembling again and again, finally showing a trace of panic.

There were a few light coughs from the room, the voice was familiar yet unfamiliar, the man's feet were a little weak, and he seemed to be a little unsteady, Hong Mingshou didn't look at him, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the door.

The little emperor had regained some strength and was able to sit on the head of the bed. All you could see was that person walking in front of you, kneeling down with a plop, with tears streaming down his face, and slowly closing his eyes. Although the breathing was steady, there was still a little disappointment on his face.

"What's the news from the capital?"

When the emperor opened his eyes, he could no longer see any emotion.

The man just knelt there without saying a word, and the emperor didn't seem to care, and said with a chuckle, "Forget it, now your master is no longer me."

A terrified whimper escaped from the man's throat, and he raised his waist. Seemingly about to speak, the little emperor patted the quilt and looked at Su Chen, "From today onwards, I am no longer Aixinjueluo."

Su Chen said casually: "Then you can give yourself a new name."

"Su Pu, how are you doing?"

The emperor thought for a while and asked.

Su Chen laughed, "The emperor of the Qing Dynasty wants to have my surname?"

"Now the emperor of the Qing Dynasty has returned to the capital." The emperor looked at Su Chen and smiled, "If you don't want to, sir, please give me a name."

"Su Pu, very good."

Su Chen laughed and turned his eyes to the pale Zhizhou, his smile deepened.