67.
The little prince held the letter in his hand and read it over and over for half a day. It was only four words, but he seemed to think that he couldn't read it enough.
Qiaoqiao was very curious, and when she poured water for the little prince, she wanted to lean over to take a look: "What is so beautiful, prince?" But the little prince quickly took it away.
He folded the letter paper and put it back into his sleeve, while coughing seriously: "It's just a letter with little literary grace, and the words are not too neat, and it is of little appreciation value."
Qiaoqiao wrote it, took the teapot and walked out, just after closing the door, the little prince quietly took out the letter "no appreciation value", and smiled silly while looking at it.
The next day, the little prince stayed under the fence of the yard early, raised his head and waited for the carrier pigeons. He thought that if he received another letter from Lord Yan today, he would reluctantly reply.
However, it did not wait until dusk.
The little prince was a little uneasy, and paced back and forth in the yard with his hands behind his back. At this time, the doorman ran in and said, "My lord, I am gossiping with the housekeeper next door today, and I heard that their owner's old injury has recurred, and the fever is not high. Retreat, I have been lying down for several days..."
Before the little servant could finish his words, he saw his own prince running out of the door like a wind.
68.
The little prince hurriedly rushed to Yan's house, and the butler next door saw that the prince dared to stop him, so he let him into the house directly.
As expected, Lord Yan was lying on the bed, his face was slightly pale, and the moment the little prince saw it, his eyes turned red.
Mr. Yan didn't expect the little prince to appear suddenly, and he was a little flustered in addition to his joy. He sat up from the bed, pulled the little prince to his side and coaxed softly: "I'm fine, I'm fine, Xiao Jiu."
The little prince calmed down after hearing these words, and saw that although the face of Lord Yan was haggard, his actions were indeed not serious, and he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He then noticed that he was rushing over in such a hurry, and his face was not very good, so the prince put on an air and said, "This prince came to visit out of compassion for the people, since there is nothing to do, then the prince will first gone back… "
"Something." Lord Yan suddenly said.
"What's the matter?"
"My chest hurts." Master Yan said expressionlessly.
The little prince was stunned. It was the first time he heard Lord Yan cry in pain when he grew up.
And for some reason, he actually heard a hint of coquettishness in this sentence.
69.
The little prince's heart softened again. He sat back next to Lord Yan and whispered, "Let me see your injury."
Mr. Yan untied his tunic according to his words, revealing a large muscled chest, and saw that the chest that should have been clean was covered with large and small scars, which were all the medals he left on the battlefield.
Different from other wounds, one of the deepest wounds had just scabbed over. This wound was only two inches away from the opening, and there was a large area of redness and swelling on the edge. Just by looking at it, you could imagine how serious the injury was at that time.
The little prince stretched out his fingers tremblingly and slowly stroked the scar.
"You actually blocked it for me that day, right?" asked the little prince.
70.
The day the little prince made up his mind to leave the capital, he sat in the carriage silently all the way.
He kept thinking, how could his brother Yan, who is so strong in martial arts and won so many battles, get stabbed in the chest by an assassin in one move
The moment he was pushed away, he clearly saw that Lord Yan stepped forward to save the car, but how could he fall in front of him in the end
"The assassin is coming for me." The little prince said firmly.
Lord Yan didn't say anything, he was tacitly acknowledging this.
The assassin was indeed heading in the direction of the emperor at first. Lord Yan thought he pushed the little prince away from the danger zone before escorting him, but he didn't want the assassin to turn around and head straight for the little prince in an instant.
Mr. Yan's knife was too late to retract, seeing that the dagger was about to pierce the little prince, he didn't think about it, and he blocked it with his body regardless.
"When the assassin was discovered, he had already been silenced." Lord Yan calmly stated the later facts.
But he didn't go on to say more, he thought, it would be better for the little prince to keep the last thought for his emperor brother. The little prince has already endured too much, and he is not willing to make the little prince sad.