First Lady of the Crown Prince

  Chapter 545 Warmth (two more)

  The emperor and Princess Ning'an rushed to the direction of Taiyechi, and unexpectedly saw Huangfuxian covered in blood on the grass behind a rockery near Taiyechi.

The scene was unforgettable for the emperor-Huang Fuxian did not have a thick blanket on his legs as before, his legs were full of blood, a pair of empty trouser legs were floating in the cold wind, and his hands were also covered with blood. There was blood, and even his cheeks, corners of his eyes, and neck were all splashed with blood.

  A drop also flowed down the corner of his mouth.

  His eyes are hollow and dark, and his figure is lonely and mutilated.

  An unspeakable feeling rushed into the emperor’s heart. It seemed to be a bitter cold, but also a horror.

  A thought flashed through his mind—how could there be such a terrible child in the world?

  Huangfuxian was only thirteen years old, one year younger than Gu Xiaoshun, but the coldness he showed was definitely not something a normal person should have.

  The emperor's eyes fell on his empty trouser legs, and his throat suddenly choked.

  "Xian'er! What are you doing!"

  Princess Ning'an almost roared and ran over. She gripped Huangfuxian's shoulders tightly with her hands, and shook his thin body in a collapsed state, "What have you done!"

  Huangfuxian let her dangle herself in the cold wheelchair without expression.

  Princess Ning'an said with red eyes: "You speak! What have you done! Why did you do this!"

  The emperor recovered, and stepped forward to pull Princess Ning'an away. Princess Ning'an covered her face, leaning in the emperor’s arms and burst into tears: "It's all my fault... it's my fault..."

  The emperor looked around, but didn't see the dog's body. I don't know if the child threw the dog into the too liquid pool.

  Thinking that a 13-year-old child was so cruel, the emperor couldn't help closing his eyes and gasped.

  Because he is Ning An’s son, he has to tolerate it.

  Ning An has suffered too much, and he can no longer let her suffer any harm.

   "You go back first, I will talk to him." The emperor said to Princess Ning'an.

  Princess Ning'an cried and glanced at Huang Fuxian. The emperor patted her shoulder comfortably: "I won't do anything to him, I just have a few words with him."

  The emperor's words, it is inappropriate for Princess Ning'an not to go back.

  Princess Ning'an choked and said to Huangfuxian: "Don't make your uncle angry."

  Huangfuxian leaned back on the back of the wheelchair lazily, as if no one was paying attention.

   Princess Ning'an turned back to Bixia Palace.

The emperor looked at Huangfuxian, hesitated for a moment, or walked two steps in front of him, stopped by his wheelchair, and then the emperor sighed earnestly: "Xian'er, I know that your heart is suffering. You have no legs. Losing my father again, I understand your sadness in my heart."

   "Heh." Huang Fuxian sneered disdainfully, as if sneered at the emperor's words.

Since the emperor took the throne, no one except the Empress Dowager dared to talk to him like this. He didn't care about a child for the time being. He said: "Yes, I have not lost my legs. I cannot understand all your pain, but I also lost. After my father, I understand the pain of losing my father."

  Huangfu Xian said sarcastically: "Your Majesty’s situation is different from mine. Your majesty’s father died of illness, and my father killed someone."

The emperor frowned and said, "Your father betrayed the court."

   Huangfuxian said calmly: "His court is the Dali Dynasty."

  The emperor squeezed his fist, and gasped again.

  Pro-nephew, can't be angry, can't be angry.

  The emperor looked at him and said: "If you want to blame, blame me, don't blame your mother, don't do these things to make your mother angry."

Huang Fuxian didn't look at the emperor, but looked at the calm lake of Taiyechi not far away, and said coldly: "She betrayed my father. I just want to blame her. I will never forgive him in my life. Of course. , I will not forgive your Majesty. Your Majesty had better kill me as soon as possible, otherwise, when I have the strength, I may continue my father's great cause of rejuvenation!"

"you!"

  "I am the royal family of the Dali Dynasty, and my father's blood bleeds in my body. I will not die for one day, and the Dali Dynasty will not die for one day!"

  ……

   "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

  Duke Wei’s voice rang from far and near.

  The emperor's consciousness returned to the cage, and then he realized that he had already returned to the imperial study room, and unknowingly found himself in a daze for a long time.

  He almost caught the kid by the neck, he almost killed him!

  It was the look of the child that was too similar to Ning An's, which pulled his sanity back.

  He was afraid that he would make an order to chop off his head if he stayed any longer, so he left him alone.

   "Your Majesty, are you okay?" Grandpa Wei looked at his majesty worriedly.

  The emperor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, shook his head and said: "I'm fine, how is Xiao Qi?"

  Gonggong Wei replied: "The slave sent His Highness Seven to Kunning Palace and handed it over to the Queen. The Queen... doesn't seem to be very happy."

  Who can be happy about this change?

  Be bullied twice, but still in the hands of the same person.

   Empress Xiao is not a weak and deceiving lord, Kunning Palace is afraid that it will be tied to Bixia Palace.

  The emperor pinched his sore eyebrows: "You have asked someone to go to Kunning Palace and say, I will go to dinner tonight."

  This is meant to appease Empress Xiao.

  Wei Gonggong understood: "Yes."

  Grandpa Wei went.

  The sadness between the emperor’s eyebrows did not clear up.

  Queen Xiao is so comfortable, the hurdle in his heart is not so easy to cross.

  Huangfuxian’s words echoed all over his mind-I will not die for one day, and the Dali will not die for one day!

  The remnants of the previous dynasty were too capable of doing things, and even left a terrible shadow in the emperor's heart.

  In fact, Huangfuxian is just a thirteen-year-old handicapped, how can he regain the country?

  However, another voice floated in the emperor's mind—the blood of the former royal family was flowing in him, and he inherited the mind and methods of his father.

  He is a child who has no sympathy and compassion at all. If he grows, he will have endless troubles.

  On the table, there is a booklet requesting the canonization of Princess Ning'an as Princess Protector.

  The emperor had already made up his mind. No matter how the DPRK and China opposed it, he would definitely give Ning'an the position of a princess.

  But now he was suddenly uncertain.

  Does he really want to canonize Ning An as a female prince?

  After waiting for Ning’an a hundred years later, her fief and the power of princes will be inherited by Huangfuxian. Will Huangfuxian, who holds the real power, really become the second king of Yi or the horse?

   There are two choices before him.

  One, canonize Ning'an as the princess protector of the country, the same prince, but must kill Huangfuxian to avoid future troubles.

  Second, don't canonize Ning'an, let Ning'an be an ordinary princess, and Huangfuxian will be an ordinary princess, and will never have the capital to restore the country.

  ……

  On the other side, Huang Fuxian pushed his wheelchair back to Bixia Hall.

  Princess Ning'an waited for him in his room. Seeing him coming, Princess Ning'an stepped back.

  Only the mother and the son were left in the house. Princess Ning'an looked at his legs solemnly: "Where is your blanket?"

   "Dirty, throw it away." Huangfuxian said lightly.

   Princess Ning'an took a deep breath: "Huangfuxian..."

  Huangfuxian hooked her lips and interrupted her: "You don't want to know what I said to your majesty?"

  "What did you say to your majesty?" Princess Ning'an asked.

   Huangfuxian smiled and said: "I said, I hate you and hate him, you killed my father, I will avenge my father one day, as long as I don’t die, the Dali Dynasty will not die!"

Snapped!

  Princess Ning'an slapped him with a cold backhand!

  This slap was merciless, Huangfuxian even fell to the ground with a wheelchair, he rolled out of the wheelchair, and the blood on the corners of his mouth also flowed down.

  He looked at her with a sneer, "Is my mother just so strong?"

   Princess Ning'an's chest was violently ups and downs, staring at him furiously, and even her body trembled depressively.

Huangfuxian smiled tremblingly. The blood on his dry cheeks merged with the fresh blood from the corners of his mouth. It looked strange and strange: "Guess mother, there is a son who wants to rebel. Will your majesty Let you be the eldest princess?"

  Princess Ning’an’s nails were deeply pinched into the flesh: "From today, you are not allowed to step out of the room!"

  After that, Princess Ning'an turned and left.

  No one came into the house to help him up.

  Huang Fuxian just slumped on the cold floor, staring at the carved beams on the roof.

  The world seemed to be quiet, and the cold wind poured in through the gaps in the windows.

  Huangfuxian was so cold that his whole body and a pair of stumped legs were unconscious, he did not move or barked.

   Suddenly, there was a grunt on the windowsill, as if a big bird fell.

  Huangfuxian didn't care.

  He just lay down waiting for death.

   Then a cute little figure climbed in on the windowsill, and fell to the ground with a chirp.

  Huang Fuxian raised his eyes this time, but unfortunately the person was frozen and the range of eye movements was limited, so he didn't see anything.

  Until the little figure dashed over, and turned face to face with him on top of his head.

   "Little brother."

  Small headroom said hello.

   "What are you here for?" Huang Fuxian faintly closed his eyes and asked angrily, "Is this the place you can come?"

   Xiao Jingkong ignored his indifference, walked around him, and asked curiously: "What are you doing lying on the ground?"

   Huangfu Xian sarcastically said: "Heh, fun?"

   "Oh." Xiao Jingkong also lay down beside him.

  Huangfuxian: "..."

   Lie down in the small clear space for a while, with her hands folded on her belly: "But I feel so cold."

  Huangfuxian: This is not nonsense?

   Xiao Jingkong sat up and took out a small porcelain bottle from her purse: "Here you are."

   Huangfuxian said calmly: "What?"

   Xiao Jingkong explained: "Golden sore medicine, healing."

   Huangfuxian said indifferently: "The dog is dead."

   Xiaojingkong said: "It's for you, didn't you hurt your hand?"

  Huangfuxian's eyelashes trembled slightly.

  His hand did hurt, but no one noticed it at all.

  They all thought that the blood on his hand belonged to the dog.

Seeing that he didn't reach for it, Xiao Jingkong simply grabbed his hand, intending to put the golden sore medicine into his hand.

  But Xiaojingkong grabbed it and realized that his hands were frighteningly cold: "Your hands are so cold! You can't lie on the ground anymore!"

   Huangfu Xian said: "You want to control!"

   Xiao Jingkong looked around and saw that his wheelchair was also on the ground. He thought for a while and said, "Did you fall down?"

  Huangfuxian said coldly: "Don't worry about it!"

   Xiao Jingkong got up and took a lot of effort to straighten the wheelchair, which was bigger than himself, and then went to help Huangfuxian again.

  Huangfuxian was frozen and stiff, naturally it was not so easy to lift it up, Xiao Jingkong thought for a moment, grabbed one of his hands and started rubbing, and exhaled while rubbing: "This way it won't be cold, and it will be warmer soon."

  Huangfuxian has been disgusted with being close to people since losing his legs. Even now Princess Ning’an can’t touch him, but the little guy grabbed his hand and rubbed it?

   Huangfuxian became angry from embarrassment: "You let go!"

  Xiao Jingkong learned how Gu Jiao usually treats him and touched Huangfuxian’s forehead: “It’s going to be all right soon, don’t worry.”

   also touched his head!

  Huangfuxian is about to explode!

   Xiaojingkong finished rubbing his left hand and then rubbing his right hand, and the right hand was quickly rubbed and warmed.

  The next step should be to rub his legs.

  That is his intangible taboo, incomplete and ugly, even his biological father would instinctively avoid it because of the cold.

  Don’t touch there.

  He will be crazy!

  Huangfuxian stared at Xiaojingkong.

  Fortunately, Xiaojingkong didn't touch his leg. After Xiaojingkong warmed his hands, he tried to help him sit up again.

  I don't know if the excitement at that moment caused the blood surging in his whole body, and his body was really not so stiff.

  He sat up.

Xiao Jingkong pushed the wheelchair in front of him. He grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair with both hands, gritted his teeth and sat on it.

   "Do you hurt?"

Xiao Jingkong asked him.

  This time refers to his legs.

  Huangfuxian's throat slid, and said lightly, "It doesn't hurt much."

  Small clearance bends down.

   Huang Fuxian thought he was going to lift his trouser legs, his face changed drastically.

  Unexpectedly, Xiao Jingkong just stopped above his broken leg, and the little mouth blew gently: "Huhu doesn't hurt anymore."

  In those clean eyes, there is no fear or disgust.

  (End of this chapter)