My princess always wants me to usurp the throne

Chapter 820 A wound as big as a needle eye, as for it?
After a while, Liu Guogong sighed heavily: "The matter of saving Qilin is going on in secret, try not to reveal your whereabouts, and don't express any dissatisfaction with the Seventh Prince and his people for the time being."

Guo Qiang nodded: "Yunyang is no longer the territory of His Royal Highness, if... until Yunyang can't save the young man, what should we do next?"

Liu Guogong was stunned, and if he has not succeeded in Yunyang, then this matter will be extremely difficult!

If he devoted most of his energy to returning to Shangjing, he would undoubtedly shoot himself in the foot with a brick.

There was a flash of pain in Liu Guogong's eyes, and it was replaced by haze and sternness in an instant: "If you can't do anything in Yunyang, then give up!"

Guo Qiang was taken aback, feeling a sense of uneasiness and doubt, but Liu Guogong was uncertain now, so he didn't dare to comment.

Even if the master made the decision to give up his own son, he could only follow orders.

"Also, if things can't be done, those elites who participated in the rescue don't have to come back, except you..."

Guo Qiang was terrified: "Duke, five hundred elites are quite a lot. You are employing people right now, can your subordinates plead for them here?"

After the words fell, he prostrated himself on the ground, trembling imperceptibly.

Liu Guogong got up slowly and walked to the window. A gust of cold wind hit his face, and the air around him became even colder.

His tone was harsher than the freezing weather outside: "Everyone says that I am in power, if in the end I can't even save my own son, how can I be reconciled?"

Guo Qiang was already dripping with cold sweat. He didn't think carefully about what he said. He just felt that it was a pity for the five hundred elites, so he dared to remind him to think twice.

Thinking about it now, if he hadn't rescued the young man in Yunyang, he would undoubtedly be sentenced to death.

The pain of losing a child should be like a pain in the heart, like a thousand arrows piercing the heart.

It seems that it is justifiable and reasonable for the Duke to let those 500 people be buried with him.

He relieved his tense mind, lowered his head and said sadly: "This subordinate will definitely do everything in its power to protect the little prince."

Liu Guogong closed his eyes slightly, and waved his hand at him: "Let's do it quickly, there are still more people guarding the posthouse, don't let the princess be bullied."

Guo Qiang nodded in agreement, then left sideways.

Liu Guogong opened his eyes, a layer of mist dyed the bottom of his eyes, his clenched fists loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened, and various emotions in his heart were surging violently and complexly.

He will not let anyone who harms his son be spared.

……

Shen Qianxia didn't wake up until the afternoon, her head was still a little dizzy, she opened her sleepy eyes, and met Rong Zhan's worried eyes.

"How are you feeling?"

Seeing her wake up, his deep eyes instantly brightened, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She smiled slightly, and slowly sat up straight: "Fortunately, I'm fine."

"Does the chest still hurt? Why don't you let me see if it's healed?"

Shen Qianxia looked at him amusedly, and stretched out her hand to push him away a little: "Don't make trouble, a hole as big as the eye of a needle, what's the matter?"

Rong Zhan smiled wickedly: "For me, that is also very distressing."

She was dumb and coughed lightly: "I'm thirsty."

Rong Zhan quickly got up and walked to the table, poured a glass of hot water and returned: "You drink some water first, and then eat something later."

After drinking a glass of warm water, Shen Qianxia instantly felt much more comfortable: "I really feel hungry."

"I'll get you some hot food right now." Rong Zhan walked out hurriedly, with a hasty pace, the faint fragrance of his body lingering in the air.

(End of this chapter)