Not long after, a man in bright yellow clothes with a Kowloon gold crown on his head walked hurriedly, followed closely by two guards in black.
What's going on? The voice has already come before others come.
On the bed, there was a man with a very poor complexion. He closed his eyes quietly. There were visible scars everywhere on his body, face, and hands, especially on his hands, some of which were extremely injured.
bone.
How? Tian Zi, wearing a golden crown on his head, strode over and quickly asked the imperial doctor standing aside.
Your Majesty, King Beiping's injury is not serious. However, the external wounds have healed. However, this time his vitality was severely damaged. He needs to rest for a while, otherwise the root of the disease will be left.
"Stop talking," the emperor waved his hand, "quickly go and prescribe medicine. You must cure my imperial brother."
"Yes," the imperial doctor quickly stepped back and went to take the medicine.
The young man lying on the floor slowly opened his eyes, his eyes still as clear as clear rain, but it was a pity that this face was just like what Shen Bingning said, it was too frustrating.
"Brother Emperor, you're here," he said, about to sit up.
"Brother Huang, don't move around. You are injured." Rong Xiaoxu quickly sat down and pressed his shoulders. "You are injured like this. This makes Brother Huang feel really uncomfortable. It is all the fault of Brother Huang."
about you."
"Imperial brother, everything is fine," Rong Xiaoyu sat up. A guard quickly placed a pillow behind his back and continued to say, "When we saw the signal from the prince, we hurriedly
I rushed over and the prince looked like this. I really don’t know who was so cruel and tortured the prince into this state. I almost couldn’t recognize him..."
"You thought it was a ghost from somewhere, didn't you?" Rong Xiaoyu still had time to tease his guard.
Several black lines slid down Dai Wei's head, as if everything he said had been written down by the prince.
Rong Xiaoyu leaned back and looked at the man in bright yellow clothes in front of him and the Kowloon golden crown on his head, "Brother, you are finally the emperor."
"Yes, your emperor brother, I am the emperor now, my country name is Jingyuan." He shook his brother's shoulder again, "It's just a pain for you. Without your arrangements at that time, maybe this throne would not be there."
Any idea who it’s falling into?”
"My brother is just doing what he can do," Rong Xiaoyu smiled. This man is his imperial brother, Rong Xiaoxu, but now he can't call him by his name, he has to be called the emperor.
"What's wrong, tell the emperor brother?" Who did this? Rong Xiaoxu narrowed his eyes dangerously, already showing the domineering and awe-inspiring look of an emperor.
Rong Xiaoyu smiled and said nothing, and this silence was already a tacit consent.
"Is it him, Rong Xiaoyin, from Dongping?"
"Brother Imperial, let's forget about this," Rong Xiaoyu sighed softly and shook his head at Rong Xiaoxu, "I'm fine, I just suffered some physical pain."
"That can't be done. If I don't avenge you, how can I swallow this breath?" Rong Xiaoxu shook his sleeves hard. As an emperor, if he didn't destroy the person who dared to hurt his emperor brother, he would still be the emperor.
What kind of emperor is this?
"Brother Imperial," Rong Xiaoyu sat up straight and smiled innocently, "Brother Imperial has just arrived at Dabao. The country is unstable. Some people cannot move now. Otherwise, the world may be in chaos. Brother Imperial,
Those accounts are remembered by my brother, and brother Huang also remembers them, but they don’t necessarily have to be reported now. Brother Huang has to think about the tens of thousands of people in Beiyao."