The squeamish bag continues to die in the cannon fodder career

The East Palace was filled with crowds, and the imperial physicians, palace servants, and ministers rushed over anxiously. Fortunately, the high priest was not seriously injured, and the murderer was arrested in time.

Everyone else was busy, only Yu Qing was sitting in the corner with no image, staring into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

It wasn't until he was picked up and placed on his lap, with a strong arm across his waist, that he regained his senses a little.He tilted his head to look, and obediently called: "Uncle."

"Are you scared?"

"Ah."

The face-saving Yu Qing did not deny his fear. He was protected too well since he was a child, and he had never seen such a terrifying scene. What's more, Wei Shengyin was injured while holding him, and the long sword should have stabbed him. in his body.

Not long ago, he was still swearing at Wei Shengyin, but in the next second, Wei Shengyin blocked the sword for him.

Yu Qing didn't understand why Wei Shengyin did this, his complexion was pale from the pain, but his cold eyes seemed to be relieved, as if being injured by him was something to be thankful for.

"He looks so painful." His little face turned pale. "If I was the one who got hurt, would the baby die too?"

As he spoke, the little prince lowered his head and covered his lower abdomen with a look of fear.

At first he hated the existence of this child. With this child, many strange things appeared on him, and he even became addicted to that kind of thing.

Although comfortable, it is mostly resentful.

But after a long time, he felt that the child was very pitiful. He was not liked by his relatives at such a young age. If he was not liked by his parents, he would definitely be very sad.

He still thought, isn't it just raising a child?It's not like he can't afford it.He will give his baby the best things in the world, be nice and nice to the child like his parents took care of him.

After thinking about it, he was a little scared, and asked in a very puzzled tone: "Why did someone want to kill me?"

In fact, Yu Qing understood.

He is the son of a foolish emperor. The prince is self-willed and has a lack of virtue. Many people do not accept him as the prince, and they wish that he would die immediately.

But when someone really wants to kill him, he will start to feel wronged again, and he can't figure it out, why should he kill him?

"Uncle, I'm so scared."

Yu Qing turned his head to embrace Qiu Zhiruo, but this posture was limited, he could only lean back into Qiu Zhiruo's arms, took Qiu Zhiruo's hand, and pressed it on his slightly raised belly.

"You'll always protect me, right?"

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If Qiu Zhi didn't hesitate, "I will always protect you."

From the perspective of monarchs and ministers, the loyal ministers of the Qiu family have been loyal for generations, and assisting the king is their primary duty.From the perspective of personal relationship, Qiu Zhiruo loves the prince.

He must ensure that the person on the throne is Yu Qing, and he must let Yu Qing sit firmly in this position.

Qiu Zhiruo only looked gentle, but he was unambiguous. After receiving the guarantee, Yu Qing was slightly relieved, as if he was not so scared anymore.

The big palm on the lower abdomen was slowly rubbing, Yu Qing lowered his head and stared at Qiu Zhiruo's hand, forgetting that he was still wronged and acting like a baby just now, and put on a fierce look: "Take it easy, the baby is hurt by you. "

"I'm sorry, I hurt our baby." Qiu Zhiruo relaxed his strength and carefully rubbed Yu Qing's lower abdomen.

Yu Qing has become rounder recently, especially around the lower abdomen. If he hadn't known that Yu Qing was pregnant, Qiu Zhiruo would have thought it was because he had eaten too much.

"Have you had the imperial physician come to see you recently?"

"No."

Yu Qing snorted, "You don't even care about your child, I don't care what he does."

Qiu Zhiruo was stunned, a little confused by Yu Qing's sudden coquettishness, and he was overwhelmed by great joy, he hurriedly coaxed: "Recently, I can't get away from the Western Regions visit. I will definitely come every day when I send this group of people away. Accompany you."

Now they don't use titles like monarchs and ministers, and they speak intimately, but they really look like a couple of gods and immortals.

Although Qiu Zhiruo knew about it, Yu Qing was afraid.

In the past, the prince had an arrogant personality. Although he had been assassinated several times, he was dealt with before he even got to the prince.

The prince finally understood that his hidden guards and attendants could not completely guarantee his

He finally knew he was afraid of his own safety.

Besides the emperor's love, the crown prince's greatest support is the power of the former empress's natal family. With the support of the enemy's family, the position of crown prince will only be secure, and it will not be the turn of other cats or dogs.

The prince deliberately flattered him and used him.

Qiu Zhiruo, who is well versed in this way, is not displeased by being used, on the contrary, he is very happy.The prince has finally learned to be smart, to know the interests involved, and to know who is useful.

What's the use of those weak men who follow the prince?Xie Xuanying is a reckless man in the final analysis, Huajing Shikong has the status of a prince, and Canghe is an invisible guard.

Only he, only he, Qiu Zhiruo, can provide the most powerful support to the prince, help the prince to stabilize the country, and at the same time sit back and relax.

The corners of Qiu Zhiruo's mouth couldn't help but his eyes couldn't hide the joy.He hugged the prince tightly, and restrainedly kissed the prince's ear: "How about I take you to the south of the Yangtze River when you ascend the throne?"

"When Gu ascends the throne, Gu will be the emperor. You, a courtier, will bring the emperor to Jiangnan?"

Yu Qing returned to his previous arrogant posture, snorted coldly, stepped on the man's instep with his toes, and rubbed up little by little, "What a great skill, Mr. Prime Minister."

There is a slight rise in the ending, and there is a little unconscious panting.Qiu Zhiruo couldn't bear Yu Qing who spoke like this the most, and couldn't help lifting his robe with his fingertips, and as expected, he found a sense of embarrassment.

"Serving the master is the duty of the minister." Qiu Zhiruo's voice gradually became hoarse, "Your Highness, let the minister serve you."

Yu Qing hummed again and remained silent, but Qiu Zhiruo's expression suddenly changed slightly.

The prince bowed his head just now, revealing a fresh hickey, which was obviously left only recently.The names of several people quickly passed through his mind, and they were eliminated one by one.

He had just checked before the palace banquet, and there was no trace here, why are there again now?Who the hell, who took advantage of this loophole!

But Qiu Zhiruo didn't dare to question the prince, the prince had just shown a little dependence on him, he couldn't be so blind to erase this dependence.

He took the prince's wrist and carefully felt the prince's pulse, his expression suddenly paused.

Although Qiu Zhiruo only knew a little about medical skills, he would never make such a low-level mistake.He repeated it several times, and the result was the same - the prince was not pregnant.

"Uncle, I'm so sleepy." Yu Qing yawned, her eyes were wet, and she commanded coquettishly, "I'm going to sleep, wake me up when the high priest wakes up."

Wei Shengyin soon woke up.

The moment he woke up, he grabbed the palace servants and asked about the prince's situation, his speech was confused and his expression anxious, he didn't look like a high priest at all.

"The prince is fine, he is fine." Qiu Zhiruo pushed the door open, with a calm expression, and said to the palace, "You go down first."

There were only two people in the bedroom, and Qiu Zhiruo stared at Wei Shengyin with undisguised hostility.

Wei Shengyin coughed, and was the first to speak: "You are crazy, you actually found someone to assassinate the prince."

He had just woken up, his throat was so hot that his every move would involve the wound, and he had some speech impediments, so what he said was extremely hoarse, even a bit harsh.

But if Qiu Zhi could understand what he was saying.

"If I knew that the cooperation you said was like this, I would never agree."

"..."

Chou Zhiruo thought it was extremely ridiculous, he said coldly, "I am looking for someone to assassinate the prince? My heart aches even if he sheds a tear, how can someone hurt him."

Wei Shengyin didn't believe in Qiu Zhiruo, and he didn't know how deep the friendship between the two was. At the beginning, he agreed to Qiu Zhiruo to leave the Shenxin Pavilion for the sake of the prince, and Qiu Zhiruo kept saying that he would find a way to let him stay with the prince.

He didn't expect it to be this way.

If Qiu Zhiruo is a ruthless person, if Qiu Zhiruo is going to use strong means to send assassins to kill the prince to create a false impression, interrupt the prince's hands and feet, and tie people to him, Wei Shengyin will believe it.

This person is unfathomable and cannot be trusted.

Qiu Zhiruo had no intention of explaining, but the more he thought about it, the more something went wrong, Wei Shengyin's words made him more confused, who really wanted to kill the prince.

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He is in good health, and the crown prince still has a few years left before he ascends the throne. Even if he is impatient, he shouldn't do anything at this time.

With his mind like a tangled thread, he hurriedly turned and left, walking towards the prince's bedroom.

Wei Shengyin went along with his wounded body, fearing that Qiu Zhiruo would hurt the prince or do something out of the ordinary.

They pushed open the door of the prince's bedroom together, the prince was sleeping soundly on the couch, and the person sitting beside the couch turned their heads at the same time, with a slightly surprised expression, as if there should not be another person at this time.

The emperor was sitting on the edge of the couch, slightly sideways, and was reaching out to feed the prince something.