Portable Space: The Divine Doctor, Little Farmer's Girl

Chapter 1228 I'm Talented

Chapter 1228 I'm Talented

Without the regent and his wife as backers, he, Yan Ke, would be a dragon without claws, or a tiger without sharp teeth.

"You are damned."

Yan Hong was complacent, but his face was full of anger, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked the post official hard on the chest.

The post minister was not on guard, and he didn't dare to be on guard, and was kicked by him and fell directly to the ground.

"As a post minister, you let an assassin infiltrate the post."

"The lower official dereliction of duty, the lower official deserves to die."

It took a long time for the post minister to get up from the ground, crawling so heavily that his face almost touched the ground.

Seeing the post minister crawling tremblingly at his feet, Yan Hong felt very happy.

One day, he will make all the people of Dayan prostrate at his feet.

"Is the Regent seriously injured?"

The post minister raised his head a little, looked at Yan Hong tremblingly, and replied cautiously: "The regent was stabbed in the abdomen. The doctor came to see it and said that the wound was a bit deep. At least he needs to rest in bed for a while." moon."

"Fortunately, the regent is not in danger of his life this time, otherwise you will not be able to atone for your sins if you die a hundred times."

"His Royal Highness has taught you well."

Yan Hong was domineeringly teaching the post official a lesson when he suddenly felt a pain in his forehead.

"Who? Dare to sneak attack on the king."

He reached out to touch his forehead and found a small swelling on his forehead.

"There are assassins, protect His Royal Highness Cheng Wang."

The guards who followed Yan Hong to the post station rushed forward nervously and surrounded Yan Hong.

The post officials and the other officials of the post station all panicked.

"Hey, the young master saw a bird flying by just now, and wanted to shoot it down, but accidentally missed it."

When a group of people looked up to the high place vigilantly, a milky voice came from the eaves beast.

Immediately afterwards, a little baby in brocade robes, about four or five years old, came out from behind the eaves beast.

Holding a slingshot in his hand, the little milk boy condescendingly glanced at the group of people below, and finally his eyes fell on Yan Hong.

When the little milk boy looked at Yan Hong, a trace of disdain flashed quickly in his eyes.

This King Cheng is not as tall as his father, not as handsome as his father, not as rich as his father, but more powerful than his father.

"Brother Cheng Wang, don't come early, don't come late, come when I shoot birds with a slingshot, look, I accidentally hurt you."

When the post officials and the officials at the post station saw the little milk baby, they first breathed a sigh of relief, and then they all stared at the little milk baby tremblingly.

"Your Highness, why did you run up there?"

The post minister looked at Yan Ziyi, who was standing next to the eaves beast, leaning against the eaves beast, carelessly playing with the slingshot in his hand, so anxious that tears almost burst out.

This is the most beloved youngest son of the Prince Regent and his wife, and also the most beloved cousin of the current emperor. If he fell from above, a hundred heads would not be enough for him to chop off.

"Your Highness, it's dangerous up there, come down quickly."

After the post minister finished speaking, he felt that he had made a mistake, so he hurriedly corrected him: "No, Your Highness, just stand there and don't move, the next official will ask someone to go up and carry you down."

"No need."

A black shadow lightly landed beside Yan Ziyi, reaching out to pick up Yan Ziyi and hug her in his arms.

Yan Ziyi fell into the familiar embrace, grinning happily.

"Uncle Wuxie, you are here."

Seeing Wu Xie hugging Yan Ziyi in his arms, the post minister and the post station officials all heaved a sigh of relief, feeling like their lives were saved.

Yan Hong touched his sore forehead, clenched his teeth in anger.

Yan Ziyi, that brat, obviously did it on purpose.

Wu Xie carried Yan Ziyi down from the roof and walked to Yan Hong, and nodded to Yan Hong: "I have seen King Cheng."

After being hit by Yan Ziyi, coupled with his naive and lukewarm attitude, Yan Hong was filled with anger.

"I haven't seen you for a year, and Yi'er has grown so tall."

Yan Hong was furious in his heart, but his face was full of smiles. He reached out to touch Yan Ziyi's forehead.

Wu Xie subconsciously took a step back while holding Yan Ziyi.

Yan Ziyi also frowned slightly and turned his head to the side.

Yan Hong's hand touched the air, and he froze in mid-air, looking a little embarrassed.

Yan Ziyi said: "Brother Cheng Wang is not talking nonsense, my father, queen mother and concubine are raising me with delicious food and drink every day, I must grow up, I haven't seen you for a year, brother Cheng Wang has also gained weight, right?" Is it less?"

All the men in the Yan family are tall and handsome, except for Yan Hong.

Yan Hong had an ordinary appearance, six feet tall, and a round figure. If he hadn't been born noble, such a person wouldn't have attracted the attention of others in the crowd.

Because his appearance is too ordinary compared to other men in the Yan family, Yan Hong is taboo about others talking about his appearance and figure.

Yan Ziyi poked his sore spot in public, the smile on his face could hardly be held back with anger.

The corner of Yan Hong's mouth curled up, barely maintaining the smile on his face.

"Yi'er, it's dangerous on the roof, don't climb so high next time, if you accidentally fall down, Uncle Huang and Aunt Huang will feel sorry for you."

Although Yan Ziyi was less than five years old, he was born smart and knew how to read words and expressions since he was two years old, and all the displeasure hidden under Yan Hong's smile fell into his eyes.

"Thank you brother Cheng Wang for reminding me, but I am not brother Cheng Wang. I only learned light kung fu when I was ten years old."

The implication is to call Yan Hong stupid.

The corner of Wu Xie's mouth twitched, trying to hold back the urge to laugh.

The little master is really spoiled by the prince and the princess, he can say whatever he wants, and when he meets someone he doesn't like, he will hate him to death.

The smile on the corner of Yan Hong's mouth sank completely, and his left hand hidden in his sleeve had subconsciously clenched into a fist.

I really want to wring the neck of this little kid in front of me.

He was silent for a while, took a deep breath to suppress his anger, and then said calmly again: "Yi'er has learned light work, uncle and aunt are good at teaching their children."

"That's because I'm talented and talented."

Yan Ziyi raised her chin with a proud face.

Yan Hong: "."

I've never seen such a shameless little kid before.

"Yi'er is the child of Uncle Huang and Aunt Huang, so she is naturally talented."

He felt that the little boy was shameless, and he had to go along with the little boy's words with a smile on his face. Yan Hong was really hurt internally.

"Yi'er, I heard that Uncle Huang was assassinated, so I came here to visit Uncle Huang, how is Uncle Huang doing now?"

As soon as Yan Li was mentioned, Yan Ziyi's pink and jade-cut little face immediately wrinkled into a ball.

The speed of this face-changing made Wu Xie click his tongue.

The temper of the little master is really like a princess.

Seeing the little boy wrinkled his face, looking like he was about to cry, Yan Hong could only comfort him patiently: "Yi'er, don't cry, tell my cousin if you have anything to do, he will definitely help you."

"Whoa whoa whoa."

Yan Hong approached, Yan Ziyi suddenly burst into tears.

The loud cry made Yan Hong's eardrums itch. Yan Hong couldn't take it anymore, and took a step back with a slight frown.

(End of this chapter)