The eighth prince felt as if he had been suddenly attacked by some force, and he swayed and fell off the galloping horse.
A horse's hoof stepped on his leg, and he seemed to hear a "click", and another horse's hoof stepped on his leg. He felt that the leg was no longer his, and when a few horses passed by, The clothes on the eighth prince's legs were already stained red with blood, and he passed out.
The result of the match had come out, and because the Eighth Prince was injured, the Tsarist Russians wisely did not make trouble, and finally left in a hurry, no matter how aggrieved or angry the Tsarist Russians were, they could only swallow it.
It has been a month since the competition, and the Tsarist Russians have also left the capital, and everything seems to be back to normal.
The Eighth Prince hated his broken leg very much. The imperial doctor said that after his leg was healed, he would walk with some slopes, which meant that he would be crippled like Lao Qi from then on.
Lame? He doesn't want to be a lame. He will be the emperor in the future. How could the emperor be a lame? no! He can't be crippled!
"Come here! Call me the imperial physician! Call the imperial physician!"
Bafujin came in with a bowl of medicine: "Master, let's drink some medicine first."
"Pa..." The Eighth Prince swung the medicine bowl away, hit his legs with both hands, and said angrily, "Where's the imperial physician? Where's the imperial physician?"
Ba Fujin suddenly threw himself on the Eighth Prince, grabbed his hands, and said with tears: "Master, Lord, don't torture yourself, you are like this, concubine... how should I live!"
The Eighth Prince stared blankly at Bafujin crying, and suddenly burst into tears: "I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!"
Bafujin: "I know it, I know it, I'm suffering."
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The Ninth Prince said to the old ten with a sad face: "Tenth brother, what do you think we should do now? Mynah... he... hey!"
Old Ten had a straight face: "I don't know either."
The Ninth Prince and the Tenth Prince sat opposite each other, sighed, and drank silently. They followed Mynah all the time. Now that Mynah is like this, they don't know what to do for the time being. They can only ask Mynah when he recovers from his injury.
"System, you said that I disabled the eighth prince, why is this mission not over yet?" Yu Qingyu said a little puzzled.
System: "..." Damn it! Retarded! Who told him that if the eighth prince can't compete for the throne, the tenth prince will have no worries for life? This logic...he doesn't even want to say that he knows him.
"System, speak up!"
The system's indifferent face: "What did you say? Why are you so mentally retarded?"
Yu Qingyu: "..." Why is he mentally retarded? He won't take the blame.
"Hey, hey, system, you are making a personal attack, why am I mentally retarded? The eighth prince can't compete for the throne, and the ninth and tenth princes will definitely not follow him. According to the temperament of the tenth prince, he and the remaining few I don’t know any of the princes well, so he will definitely not go to anyone, so he can only be the son of the emperor and not participate in the battle for the throne. Then in the end, whoever becomes the emperor has no reason to imprison him. Isn’t he just free? up?"
System: "..." It seems that what he said is very reasonable, but what if the tenth prince takes refuge in someone else, or the Mongolian Fujin married by the tenth prince can bring him great help, then does he want to fight for it? So can he still be peaceful in this life
The system was lost in thought, Yu Qingyu kicked the hay on the ground boredly, wondering when this task would be completed, and he couldn't eat meat, and he couldn't eat meat, it was too suffocating.
(end of this chapter)