Loyal heart travels a long way

An Ziqiong knew exactly what he wanted since he was a child, at least until he was eight years old.

Concubine Yu is very favored, not because she is a well-educated lady, on the contrary, Concubine Yu was born in a small family and has not studied much, unlike the late empress or the mother concubine of the fourth prince. Accompanying the emperor to chant poems against each other is only because Concubine Yu is good at inviting pets.

Inviting pets is not a labor-saving task. Concubine Yu has worked hard, and even personally condescended to go to the imperial dining room to learn craftsmanship, just for the fish soup sent to the imperial study at night.

Because Concubine Yu can invite favors, even An Ziqiong is very favored by the emperor, although this has something to do with the fact that An Ziqiong is the emperor's youngest son who was born in his forties.

Of course, forty is not old, but since An Ziqiong, no prince or princess has spoken out since then. As for why... the matter of the Tian family, I can't say, I can't say.

Because An Ziqiong is the youngest prince, the emperor is almost responsive to his requests. The emperor will always agree to any servant he wants to serve, or punish the servants in other palaces.

There is a saying that a big tree attracts the wind, even if An Zifeng is the crown prince, he has never been treated like An Ziqiong, and the thorn in everyone's eyes has naturally changed from An Zifeng to An Ziqiong.

When An Ziqiong was eight years old, an assassin entered the palace, and the assassin's target was obviously An Ziqiong.

An Ziqiong was kidnapped directly from his own bedroom by the assassin. He reckoned that he wanted to take him out of the palace, but he was afraid of his identity and did not dare to kill him, so he could only bring such a small oil bottle with him.

At that time, passing by the high wall of the dark guard camp, there happened to be a child lying on the big willow tree more than ten feet high in a daze.To be honest, the child was not very good-looking, he was skinny, with only two bulging cheeks, but his eyes were big and beautiful.

An Ziqiong who was so good-looking in the palace had never been seen before, and An Ziqiong with such a face would not have noticed, but the assassin had noticed.

His mask was soaked with sweat, and he also got into the canopy of the willow tree with An Ziqiong under his armpit. He lifted up a corner of the mask to take a breath, and bumped into the child lying on the tree face to face.

The child seemed to be stealing something just now, and his lips were covered with shiny oil. He was not afraid of seeing the assassin and the Ninth Prince, but swallowed the food in his mouth slowly and loudly.

"I've run out of food, and I'm gone." The child said slowly, then looked down at the assassin's clothes, and then at An Ziqiong, who was beside him with a displeased expression, only to belatedly realize that it was a meeting. Assassins and princes.

"Dog slave," An Ziqiong said, the tears on An Ziqiong's face were still wet, and his small face was very ugly. He looks like a little girl, and he loves to be pretty, so he is dissatisfied with his appearance, "Is this prince you want to see?" Can you see it? If you look at it again, I'll pluck out your dog's eyeballs!"

"You are the prince?" The child muttered, then looked at the assassin again, "Then you are the assassin?"

After being questioned about his head, the assassin realized that he should kill him to silence him. ——I have never seen such a calm and composed child, so he didn't know how to deal with it.At this moment, the assassin came to his senses, and then he pulled out his dagger, and was about to give the child a knife to send him to death.

But before he had time to draw the knife, he was horrified to find that he couldn't move. After looking around for a long time, he saw the child's retracted hand out of the corner of his eye.

Holding a thick branch in his hand, he withdrew from his Shenque acupoint, and said in his mouth: "Sure enough, Shenque acupoint is the best."

The child's hand was not strong enough, so he stabbed it with a branch. He couldn't move the assassin at all, but he also lost control of his body. An Ziqiong also felt that the man let go of his strength. His body also sank down suddenly.

This tree is so tall, if An Ziqiong really fell, he would be killed. He didn't even have time to scream, so he fell down.

That was the first time An Ziqiong was so close to death.

An Ziqiong didn't fall, the child reacted very quickly, stepping on the assassin, borrowing his strength, he jumped down two feet suddenly, grabbed An Ziqiong's hand with one hand, grabbed a branch with the other, and took advantage of the momentum to cross his legs to the trunk.

The assassin was kicked by the child and fell down, hitting the ground with a bang.

Today's soldiers were all dispatched to search and rescue the Ninth Prince who was kidnapped by traitors. Few people could come over the walls of the dark guard camp, so the patrol soldiers were also transferred away.

Therefore, the loud noise failed to attract the patrolling soldiers of the Dark Guard Battalion, and the two children just hung on the tree holding hands.

The kid didn't have much strength in his hands, he just grabbed An Ziqiong for a while and then lost his strength, his face turned red and purple.

An Ziqiong was terrified, and bowed his head to be the assassin who fell into a ball of rotten flesh. He was afraid that he would die just like that, and felt that his hands were sticky, so he panicked and said, "What is so sticky in your palm? Don't put this The prince fell!"

"Drumstick oil," the child pursed his lips, "do you have the energy? Hold my hand and climb up."

An Ziqiong was startled and angry, no one knew that his legs were born with different lengths and he was crippled, yet this child came to touch his own scales.If I had good legs and feet, I would have climbed up without the kid telling me, but when I said this from someone else's mouth, I would definitely feel unhappy in my heart, and I even suspected that the other party said such things on purpose, just to make people feel uncomfortable. Embarrass yourself.

"You are so courageous, you...!" Before An Ziqiong finished speaking, the two fell from the tree. He let out a cry of surprise, held in his throat, and before he had time to shout out, he was hugged into his arms inside.

It was the child whose palms were full of chicken leg oil. He was extremely calm, and he held An Ziqiong in his arms, and tried every means to bump into a tree. When the two of them fell to the ground, the child's clothes were all scratched and his legs Also broke one.

An Ziqiong took it easy for a while before he calmed down. He wasn't hurt at all, but the kid broke his right leg. Looking closely, the palms of his hands and his face and arms were scratched in many places just now when he was climbing the branch. Skinned.

Fortunately, his life was safe.

"...What's your name?" An Ziqiong has reached the age where he can perceive whether the people around him are really kind to him, or if they just want to cling to the powerful.There are many flattering servants around, but not many of them are willing to risk their lives to save themselves, let alone the other party is still a young child.

"No name," said the child as if he didn't know the pain. Seeing that An Ziqiong stood up a little staggering, as if his legs were of different lengths, he realized why the other party didn't climb up along with him, "Master and the others called me Shadow Two."

Looking up again, I saw a small red mole on the center of the eyebrow of the child in golden clothes I rescued just now, no matter how stupid I am, I should know who this person is.

Lame, with a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, and a delicate face... "Are you the Ninth Prince?"

Ying Er injured his foot and it didn't delay him. He leaned on the tree trunk to sit up and then slowly stood up. Only then did An Ziqiong realize that Ying Er was not as tall as himself, and he didn't notice that the other party called him disrespectful just now. He frowned and asked, "How old are you? You're too short."

"Six years old."

It turned out that he was two years younger than himself, no wonder he was so thin and his cheeks were so fleshy.

An Ziqiong didn't have time to say anything, so Ying Er covered his mouth, and the six-year-old child was half hanging on An Ziqiong's back, his brows were furrowed, "It seems that someone is coming, I heard the sound of clothes being moved, it's not the hidden guard Battalion men are not patrolmen."

An Ziqiong didn't know how sensitive Ying Er was to voices, but he didn't dare to be careless, so he and Ying Er helped each other to hide in the rockery.

Ying Er was right, indeed there was an assassin passing by, fortunately Ying Er was alert.When the assassin left for a while, Ying Er risked being caught, sneaked out and covered the assassin's body on the ground with leaves.

Later, the assassins failed to find the two children, and the patrol did not come until the next morning.Ying Er didn't dare to take the prince out with the patrolling soldiers he didn't know well. It was not until noon that the patrolling soldiers passed their shifts, and when they saw the familiar patrolling soldiers, the two of them got out and were rescued.

After that time, An Ziqiong wanted to call Ying Er to be his slave, but was rejected by the emperor for the first time. Wanting Ying Er to serve him almost became An Ziqiong's heart disease.

Later, the emperor died.

The matter between An Zifeng and An Ran was handled by Concubine Yu, of course he knew it, but he didn't think there was anything bad about it. Only when An Zifeng was overthrown could he become emperor, and only when he became emperor could he get what he wanted. everything of.

Money, power, and the people you want.

If he becomes the emperor, he must let Ying Er be his shadow guard.

He is the emperor's most beloved little prince. An Zi has fallen, and the throne should be his own, but he never expected that An Zimu would take the throne in the end.

For so many years, the emperor's favorite prince is himself, isn't he?Why did An Zimu get the throne?It's not right, it's not right anywhere!

Since then, An Ziqiong has been hiding, pretending to be an idle prince who has no military power in his hands and no ambitions in mind.But he is waiting, waiting for an opportunity to rebel. Only he is worthy of the throne, and he can kill people or cooperate with enemies. As long as he can ascend the throne, he can do anything.

Maybe I'm a born villain?After being stabbed by Ying Er, the idea of ​​seeking to usurp the throne was even more irresistible.

It wasn't until the moment he was killed by An Zifeng that he suddenly realized that everything he had done for so many years was nothing but a waste of money, and he had actually gained nothing.

An Ziqiong, after death, the tomb was built next to the tomb of the first emperor according to the specifications of the guilty ministers, and the tablets were never allowed to enter the Taimiao.

As for Concubine Yu, she was punished to go to the Taimiao Temple to chant scriptures and Buddha every day, and was watched by the tablets of her ancestors, atone for the evil things they had done, and spend the rest of her life.