agricultural doctor

Chapter 3279
How can a mother who is not so stupid give birth to such a stupid son as the Third Prince?

Because of this, the empress dowager's plan went smoothly.

Xia Houyuan and Patriarch Duanmu suspected what was going on with him, so they stopped at this moment, and they were all dead.

And for him, in order to fulfill the Queen Mother's entrustment, he must let the blood of the eldest prince die tragically.

The arrow is on the string, and it has to be sent!
Fortunately, he stayed behind.

This last move is Dijun's withered body.

"As expected of the little emperor's grandson, he is really smart and cunning!"

The national teacher's cold eyes stared at Xing'er standing on the wall: "Are you instigating us? Or are you delaying for rescue? I heard that the little Huangsun is good at controlling beasts with sound, so I want to send a message to Duanmu's house. Sun said it was not difficult."

The words of the national teacher successfully made Patriarch Duanmu and Xia Houyuan nervous.

The old matriarch must be protecting the lineage of the eldest prince, if he knew that they wanted to attack Gui Yunju tonight, he would definitely let them die without a place to bury them.

Even if he knew he was being used, there seemed to be no way out.

Xia Houyuan and Patriarch Duanmu glanced at each other, knowing that the national teacher had ulterior motives, and seemed to have to proceed.

The national teacher seemed to have figured out what Xia Houyuan and Patriarch Duanmu were thinking, and he suddenly took out a shiny jade pendant from his sleeve: "Patriarch Duanmu and the third prince are familiar with this jade pendant. The concubine was handed over to the poor concubine. To be honest, the emperor has been lingering on the sick bed, and he can't last long. In the name of the teacher, the pindao swore to compensate her for what he owed the concubine, and return to Yun tonight After it becomes a river, Pindao will give everything to help the third prince ascend to the throne of God, so that the Duanmu family can achieve unprecedented honor and favor."

"The old lady and the emperor have already sent a letter to the poor Taoist sect. During the sacrifice tomorrow, the lord of the divine calculation sect will appear in the temple to testify for the eldest prince. If you hesitate any longer, you will miss the opportunity. !"

The national teacher looked at Xing'er viciously: "It's true that the little Huangsun can control beasts with sound, but the cronies around Patriarch Duanmu are enough to deal with the people who return to Yunju. No one will stand in the way of the little Huangsun, poor way to see, How does the little Huangsun perform the art of controlling beasts with sound. The victory or defeat depends on one move, let's do it!"

Xia Houyuan gave an order, and Jing Wei raised his bow and arrow.

The overwhelming arrows hit Yeran, Cang Yi and the others ignored the stars on the wall for a moment, took off their wind robes and stood beside Yeran.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the national teacher swooped towards Xing'er on the wall again.

This time, he attacked with a murderous intent, wanting to kill Tao Dianguo's cub in the bud.

However, when he pounced on Xing'er, Xing'er dodged deftly and avoided him.

Then he shouted behind him: "Father, hurry up!"

"Cunning boy, you still want to cheat the poor."

Before the national teacher finished speaking, when he was about to attack Zhong Xing'er, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and when he lowered his head, he found that there was a knife point on his chest.

Only by stabbing silently from behind him would it penetrate his chest.

His breath was stagnant, and he fell from the wall.

Long Yintian has already pounced on Xing'er, and carried him back to the wall: "I will do it before I come, what if your mother makes a mistake?"

"Wait for you to come, the day lily is cold!"

Xing'er shrugged him off politely: "Protect the young master, the time has come for the young master to show his might."

"Do you think that the national teacher died so easily? Naive!"

Long Yintian knocked on his forehead, and the sharp sword in his hand stabbed straight at the black shadow lying on the snow at the bottom of the wall.

(End of this chapter)