Chapter 14 The Prince Regent who seized power is cruel and ruthless 14
Chapter 14 The regent’s father is ruthless when he seizes power 14
The regent caught up with the child who was running with someone on his back, and picked up Fuchen from the shadow's back.
"Where does it hurt?"
Fuchen shook his head, "I just feel uncomfortable. Can I skip class in the afternoon?"
The regent looked at Fuchen seriously. Her eyes were still clear, and she didn't look like she was lying and skipping school. "Okay."
Fuchen lowered his head and tilted his head.
Returning to Nuanxiang Pavilion, the regent feeds Fuchen.
The imperial doctor came over and found nothing wrong.
The regent glanced at Fu Chen and said to the imperial doctor, "You stay in the palace for the next few days. Prepare medicine for fever and death."
The imperial doctor had experienced the last incident and understood that the matter was not simple, so he agreed.
The regent looked at Fuchen with a gentle face, "Have a good sleep. I told you to remember."
Fuchen smiles sweetly.
The regent personally held Fuchen and put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, watched her close her eyes and fall asleep, then turned and left.
As soon as he left, Fuchen opened his eyes and stood up, walked barefoot to the cabinet and touched something.
"Princess, the ground is cold." Suiying reminded, and he stepped forward to help, "Whatever you are looking for, I will do it."
Fuchen ignored it and quickly took out a yellow cloth strip, which looked a bit like an imperial edict.
It's just that the imperial edict is bright yellow, and this one is apricot yellow.
Fuchen looked at Suiying with a firm look in his eyes. "This is for you. Be sure to take it."
Suiying took it and nodded. He opened the cloth and opened his mouth wide. His eyes were fixed on the cloth.
Fuchen stared at this guy. Most of the time, her impression of him was that he had a deep voice and focused eyes, and he was a person who couldn't understand.
But Fuchen had a unique trust in him. The friendship between a steamed bun will always be remembered.
"Suiying. If I die, take out the notice and read it out. Don't be buried with me, do you understand?" Fuchen patted Suiying on the shoulder and entrusted me.
On the strip of cloth is a passage written by Fu Chen with great effort and talent: "This man pleases me so much that he will stay in this world to burn paper for me."
She has thought about it all.
She died, and she said this as if reading an imperial edict. The villain's father would not do anything to him.
After all, the dead are the most important.
She didn't notice the emotional changes that followed Ying's depression, and she was still intoxicated by herself.
After all, Suiying always has no expression.
"Please help me see these mountains and rivers by the way. I don't understand this world."
"My dad is in trouble, please help if you can."
Suiying lowered his head, "Is it because of me?"
There was a hint of sobs in his voice.
"Ah?" The affectionate scene was interrupted, and Fuchen realized that tears were flowing out of Suiying's drooping pupils.
"What's wrong? How does it have anything to do with you?" Fuchen was confused.
"I am the broom star." Suiying choked.
Fuchen tilted his head, "Me too."
"The prince said that being with you can counteract bad luck." Suiying shed tears, his eyes always lowered to an unknown point in time and space.
"Um..." Feudal superstition is a must. "Maybe, this trick won't work."
Suiying suddenly raised his head and asked, "Is it because my bad luck is too strong to kill you?" His face was stained with tears, and he looked really pitiful. But the light in his eyes was as sharp as a sword.
I just don't know whether the sword is aimed at Fuchen or myself.
"Uh..." This was a question Fuchen didn't expect.
Sui Ying stared at Fu Chen for a long time, and the hot tears on his face cooled down and turned into streaks. His face immediately cooled down and returned to its former coldness, "I understand."
"Huh?" Fuchen asked, confused and uncomfortable.
"The Princess is feeling unwell and should rest in bed." Suiying pulled Fuchen back to the bed and lay down.
The regent returned to the study and asked the secret guard to tell him, "Stop attacking Zhang Huanzhi's army."
In the afternoon, Fuchen woke up after sleeping and found the regent working in his room.
I didn't receive the system's voice in my mind.
Fuchen found his companion and read a book for a while.
At dinner time, father and daughter sat at the same table. While Fuchen was eating sweet ginseng chicken soup, he heard the system say:
[It was detected that all members of the heroine’s army were disbanded. 2892 people belonged to the villain and 467 people returned home.]
Just this sound made Fuchen feel his heart go cold.
It's all over.
Sure enough, the next second I heard the system’s judgment sound:
[An error occurred in the key mission, the system determined that the plot was going to fail, and activated the abnormal death mode. 】
[Abnormal death mode "Lession: Loss of vitality" is currently in use...]
"Clang". The chopsticks fell, hit the table and fell to the ground.
The child who was holding the chopsticks was swaying, covering his head, and said, "I feel bad. I feel so bad."
hot.
so sad.
Fuchen covered his head, tears streaming down his face. He felt his eyes were so hot that he couldn't open them at all, so he could only use "tears" to cool down.
"What's going on?" The regent quickly hugged Fuchen, who was shaking weakly, and touched his forehead with his big hand, which was already burning hot.
"Dad, I feel uncomfortable. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Fuchen shouted, his body couldn't stand the heat and was shaking from side to side. His body was like thousands of ants gnawing at him, and he couldn't feel at ease no matter what.
"Ah ha ah -" Fu Chen broke away from his arms and fell to the ground, rolling and crying.
"Qianqian. Qianqian." The regent picked him up, ran and put him on the bed.
"Imperial physician! Tell the imperial physician to come here!" the regent shouted.
The person on the bed had his eyes closed and kept rolling.
I followed Ying and ran over to get cold water and apply a towel to cool down.
The regent roared at the secret guard above, "What happened to the Zhang family's five thousand private army? Didn't they stop the attack?"
The secret guard came down and replied, "The deputy general heard the order and indeed stopped attacking."
"How could Qianqian be like this?" the regent roared angrily.
The secret guard lowered his head and replied: "The deputy general also said to the private soldiers of the Yang family: Those who surrender will receive ten taels of silver and go home on their own without being controlled by Zhang Zhizhi."
The regent was stunned.
This is a commonly used method on the battlefield. If it had been in the past, the regent would have felt that the veteran general was able to do his job effectively.
But this is related to the life of the only daughter Qianqian.
The regent calmed down and thought about it, "Go and send the prince and Zhang Rourou over to identify the prince's betrothal gift."
The prince's private treasury was used as a betrothal gift, and Zhang Zhizhi used it to raise a private army.
He must know this fact.
The regent looked at Fu Chen, who had stopped moving on the bed, with his heart as cold as ice. His voice was unconsciously cold, "After identifying them, take these people to the princess's fiefdom and dig a mountain to build a mausoleum."
The secret guard said "yes" but his reaction was dull.
The little secret guard beside the bed suddenly turned his head, with a ferocious face, suppressing his anger and roaring, "She's not dead!"
The regent looked at Sui Ying and said calmly, "Tie him up and throw him out."
Goods of no use.
"She's not dead - uh-huh." Suiying struggled, his features squeezed together, and he was very strong. Seeing this, the attendant covered his mouth, kicked the person in the calf, and dragged the person out.
But just now, Fuchen, who was struggling to breathe, no longer had the ability to think. His whole body was screaming with heat and pain.
A mechanical voice sounded in my mind:
[Animation is still lost by 2%.]
[Animation is still lost by 3%.]
Suiying put his hand on his forehead.
The system sound in Fuchen's body changes.
[Angry#%^*...] There was a chaotic sound of electric current.
【interference.】
【interference.】
There is only one system voice left.
Sui Ying secretly prayed: Nothing will happen. Suddenly he heard the prince say, "Open the mountain to build a mausoleum."
The grievance and fear in my heart reached the extreme, and it exploded instantly, shouting, "She is not dead!"
The waiter pulled away the shadow.
System recovery:【Eliminate interference.】
[Animation loss 3%...]
The floating dust on the bed felt nothing but pain.
