Xiao Beiyuan absolutely didn't believe in misunderstandings like this kind of nonsense. Ming Jiu Ge even used Qingteng. This is definitely not justified by a single misunderstanding.
The prince subconsciously avoided Xiao Beiyuan's cold gaze, which was even more suspicious.
"Jiu Ge, what's the matter?"
With mockery in his eyes, Ming Jiuge said in disgust: "His Royal Highness took advantage of my unpreparedness and intended to be unruly."
This sentence is no different from a landmine, which exploded in Xiao Beiyuan.
The prince flinched and retorted: "Nonsense, Ming Jiuge, you spit your mouth!"
Whether it's nonsense, there is no need to explain, Xiao Beiyuan was puzzled, and now it is no different from looking at the embarrassed appearance of the prince.
Xiao Beiyuan suddenly drew out his long sword, his figure shook, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the prince's throat.
"Stop it!" I saw Emperor Canghai hurried over, followed by a few confidant courtiers.
However, the anger in Xiao Beiyuan's heart was already raging. When the Emperor Canghai stopped, Jian Jian'er had pierced the prince's throat. Fortunately, Ming Jiuge made a neat move and instantly blocked Xiao Beiyuan's long sword.
The sword went slanting forward, and it was worthy of passing through the hair of the prince, a lock of hair fell suddenly and fell on the neck, slightly cold. In order to avoid the sword qi, the Qingteng binding the prince suddenly shrank, and the prince uttered "Ah", and everyone was shocked.
Ming Jiuge put his hand on Xiao Beiyuan's wrist and shook his head slightly at him. Xiao Beiyuan muttered and stared at the prince fiercely, as if a fire burst out from his eyes.
After a long while, he took the sword, and Ren Ming Jiuge led him away from the prince.
The Emperor Canghai let out a sigh of relief. Anyway, it was finally stopped. Except for himself, it is also clear that Jiuge can stop him. The others don't even have the courage to speak. In the scene just now, anyone with long eyes can see that King Beiyuan has moved to kill.
Bleeding came from the place where the throat was pierced by the tip of the sword. The prince was tied with his hands, and he felt a **** falling from his neck. He couldn't help but cast his gaze at the Emperor Canghai for help, screaming: "Father, help me! Father, help. I!"
"King Beiyuan, the prince is the prince, you dare to hurt people." Prime Minister Qu pointed at Xiao Beiyuan and asked harshly.
The face of Canghaihuang was extremely ugly, his eyes moved from the prince's throat to the tied rope, and then his pupils shrank suddenly, and he could see that it was not an ordinary rope, but a tree and vine with sharp thorns!
At this point, the sharp thorn has pierced the skin!
"Untie the prince, go back and say something." Canghai Emperor solemnly ordered, then looked over at Xiao Beiyuan and Ming Jiuge, turned and left.
A guard came up to untie the green vine on the prince, but he couldn't open it no matter how hard he tried. Someone drew out a long sword and tried to cut it off. Unexpectedly, the green vine suddenly opened on its own, and the sharp thorns suddenly grew longer.
A stern cry sounded, the guard flew up with a sword in his hand, and then he saw that his hand was pierced with several blood holes, and blood was gurgling out.
Besides, this scream was made not only by the guard, but also by the prince. The sharp thorns of Ivy were pulled out of the body without warning, and the pain suddenly spread throughout the body.
The Emperor Canghai who had just walked a few steps stopped immediately and turned around to see that the prince had fallen on the ground.
"King Beiyuan, don't go too far!" After speaking, he strode away.
The guards half-supported and half-lifted the prince away, and Ming Jiuge took back Qingteng and walked side by side with Xiao Beiyuan.
The matter is a bit loud. Ming Jiuge has no regrets. The moment Qingteng took the shot, she also thought of putting the prince to death. It seems to be a bit troublesome now, but fortunately, she left a hand and didn't tidy up herself. Her body was still awkwardly stained with grass clippings and dust. A discerning person could guess what was happening at a glance.
The main hall of the paddock is not like the palace, it is slightly crowded when everyone enters.
The guards took the prince directly into the chair and sat down, and the prince's voice was endless, and everyone heard the drums in their hearts.
The emperor Canghai ordered someone to ask for an imperial doctor. At this time, the atmosphere in the hall was strange, and the prince continued to mourn, making it more miserable.
Some of the courtiers headed by Qu Xiang and Yunhou stared at Xiao Beiyuan angrily, and after contacting Xiao Beiyuan's gaze, they quickly moved away, not daring to look at him. Wang Yun, the servant of the Ministry of War, looked at the tragic situation of the prince, and was happy, just waiting to see Xiao Beiyuan's fate. However, his face was anxious and regretful, as if at a loss.
The Emperor Canghai remained silent, and the prince's voice was louder than ever. Ming Jiuge knows his injuries very well. In fact, it is a skin trauma. It's just that Ming Jiuge used some small means to deliberately expand the pain nerves of people. That's why the prince felt the wounds on his body.
Heavy, there is a feeling of dying.
The imperial doctor came in a short run, with the medicine box on his back hugged in front of him, running out of breath.
"I have seen..." The imperial physician was about to bow to bow before being stopped by the Emperor Canghai, "Hurry up and see the prince."
The prince put down the medicine box, stretched out his hand to get the pulse, and then carefully examined the other hand. He slightly inadvertently touched the wound of the prince, and immediately caused the prince to howl like a pig.
Everyone's hearts sank suddenly, thinking that the prince would have his life in danger. The imperial physician had checked the pulse left and right, frowning tightly, silent in thought.
"His Royal Highness, please bear with me, the minister wants to check your wounds."
The prince wanted to withdraw his hand, but the imperial doctor had already grabbed his wrist and carefully observed the place where his hand was stabbed by the vine. The scars were not as deep as expected, so the situation would definitely not be as painful as the prince.
"How?" Even though he was calm, Emperor Canghai was disturbed by the screams of the prince.
Everyone thought that the prince was seriously injured, and their gazes at Xiao Beiyuan were full of self-inflicted mockery. However, Xiao Beiyuan's thin lips were tightly pressed, and the cold breath came out. With only one look, some people could not help but step back and try to keep a safe distance from them.
Ming Jiuge looked at the scene in front of him indifferently, with a cautious and cautious attitude towards the imperial physician, secretly feeling funny. Perhaps this is the only way to show that the prince is seriously injured, and if he heals the prince, he will not be responsible for the imperial doctor.
"How on earth!" Canghaihuang was really anxious.
Tai Chi hurriedly knelt down and replied: "Return to the emperor, the prince's injury was only caused by the sharp thorns of the plant, and did not hurt his muscles and bones. It should be combined with fright, so that the pain is so strong, the minister can heal after half a month. "
The Emperor Canghai and the people present understood that the prince of affection was not a major problem, and the reason why he continued to howl was caused by fright.
Don't take a deep look at the imperial doctor, Ming Jiuge, thinking that he was wrong to blame others. It turns out that the imperial doctor carefully checked it out of caution.
Qu Xiang prepared a whole stomach of advice, and was about to see that the Emperor Canghai meant to blame Xiao Beiyuan, and immediately stood up and shouted for him, but all the rhetoric was blocked in his throat by the imperial doctor's words, and he was extremely depressed.
(End of this chapter)