51.
The little prince only felt that the little hope that remained in his heart was being shattered little by little.
At this moment, Lord Yan was standing behind the emperor, only ten feet away from him, but he never dared to look back again.
The emperor smiled at the little prince as usual, and asked with concern, "Why is Xiao Jiu's face so bad today?"
There was no trace of waves on the pale face of the little prince, and he bowed his hands to the emperor: "Thank you for your concern, my brother just suffered from the cold a few days ago."
When the emperor heard it, he immediately sent a fox fur to put on the little prince himself. The ministers in the audience could see that the emperor had a deep affection for the prince.
At the dinner that day, a dance team from the Western Regions was specially arranged to perform in front of the emperor's seat to add to the fun. The emperor was in high spirits, watched the whole process seriously, and discussed a few words with the little prince from time to time.
The little prince responded absentmindedly, with too much confusion in his heart.
He couldn't understand, now that he has no threat to the emperor, it is only a matter of one sentence to live or die, why should he pretend to be a brotherly love.
He also didn't understand why the person who held hands and kissed him affectionately the night before could stand behind others in a blink of an eye and trample on his true heart.
The little prince gave a wry smile in his heart, that's all, let them go.
At this moment, the audience was staggered, singing and dancing were peaceful, and the little prince sat quietly on the seat like this, and his heart was surprisingly calm.
For a moment, he even felt that everything in this world had nothing to do with him. Life or death, love or hate, has nothing to do with him.
52.
What happened that night, many years later, whenever the little prince thinks back, he still feels a tingling in his heart.
At that time, he was still immersed in a person's world, so that when something happened, he didn't have time to react.
It was a dancer from the Western Regions from the center of the stage. At the moment when the music reached its climax, he suddenly pulled a dagger from his boots and rushed towards the emperor with the sound of drums.
There were screams from the audience, and the little prince who was sitting beside the emperor got up in a hurry.
"Lin Qing!"
Lord Yan's shout rang in his ears, and the little prince who was pushed to the ground widened his eyes in disbelief.
That's the emperor's name.
At such a critical moment, the stubborn head of the little prince actually turned around, and some facts that he had ignored for many years became clear at this moment.
But he didn't have time to think about it. He struggled to sit up from the ground, only to see the bright dagger flashing by in front of his eyes, and then sinking straight into Lord Yan's chest.
Lord Yan spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt down in front of the little prince.
53.
The emperor was surrounded by guards who came to escort him and left, and the assassin lost his hand and fled in the chaos.
The little prince watched helplessly as Lord Yan slowly fell down in front of his eyes. At that moment, the world was spinning, as if the whole person was taken out of time.
His body was shaking non-stop, trembling and crawling over to look at his Lord Yan.
Blood kept pouring out from Lord Yan's chest, and as soon as it came out, it merged with the crimson robe, making it impossible to see how much blood had flowed out.
The little prince's tears poured out instantly, knelt beside Lord Yan and shouted his name.
Lord Yan's vision has become blurred, and it took a lot of effort to distinguish the face of the person in front of him.
In a trance, he felt that the tears that fell on that little face might be more than the blood flowing out of his chest. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe it for him, but in the end, it fell down weakly.