Chapter 5: A false alarm ()

For half a day, the prince was buried in the small study and did not come out. He did not allow anyone to go in and disturb him. The two people on duty outside were frightened for a long time. Listening to the movement inside, it didn't seem like they were reading a book, but it seemed like they were making trouble. Suddenly the room became quiet and there was no sound, "Prince, are you still here?" A small yellow gate asked with courage. If something happened to the prince, they would have to be buried with him.

"Ahem, I'm fine!" The prince's cough came from the room.

"Oh, I'm waiting outside!" Xiaohuangmen felt relieved. He would do whatever he wanted. Everyone knew that the prince was abnormal. As long as the person was fine, the superior would not blame them. Several guys who were stumbled back in the yard also retracted into the room.

After a while, the prince, with a dark face, a bun scattered bun, and a dirty clothes on his body, walked out in a cloud of fog, "You go clean the study, I'll wash it, cough cough." After that, he walked towards his house without looking back.

"Yes!" The two little yellow sects were used to seeing the prince's unkempt appearance, but they were still shocked today. Zhao Qi had already walked a long way before they realized it and remembered to salute.

After entering the study, the two people turned their faces and ran out, and their legs were trembling, "Report to the official quickly. We can't afford to take this big deal!" One said with a trembling voice, and the other nodded like a chicken eating rice. After receiving a report from the Xiaohuangmen, Huang Jingchen, the eunuch in the palace, rushed over. The smoke in the study had not yet dissipated. He ordered the Xiaohuangmen to open all the windows and dispel the smoke before he walked in. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. The neat study was like

As if struck by lightning, the well-being red sandalwood book case was smashed into a pothole. The hammer on the ground seemed to be a weapon. The glass pen was placed on it, the Duan inkstone given by the Empress, the set of Jun porcelain tea cups made by the palace were all broken. Two roaring books of "The Analects of Confucius" were thrown on the ground, and the "Spring Flowers Picture" drawn by the emperor on the wall were added to it. He could not think of how the prince turned the study into this at such a young age.

"Oh, I'll take it all, and I'll take another set from the inner warehouse to replace it!" Huang Jingchen sighed and said lightly, treating this as a child's mess.

A gentleman did not stand under the dangerous wall. Zhao Qi realized his current situation. He became cautious and no longer sneaked out of the house to play. Instead, he honestly maintained a two-point and one-line lifestyle. He didn't go to the garden when he got up in the morning, and just walked around the yard for two times, then accompanied him to the big study for class, and immediately returned to his yard after the end. In the afternoon, he hid in the bedroom or small study without leaving home.

At night, Zhao Qiong didn't step out of the bedroom. There were many people living in the inner courtyard, including one eunuch in charge, two eunuchs of low-priced grades, respectively in charge of money, grain and purchasing. Below them were ten small yellow gates who were doing odd jobs, responsible for all the chores. Then there were two female officials in their thirties assigned by the two palaces, leading more than a dozen maids and mothers to take charge of his daily life and diet. It can be said that he, the only child in the whole yard, is a real man.

"1,2,3,4,5" Zhao Qi's body kept rising and falling, sweat dripping like beans. "99,100" After finishing a hundred push-ups, he lay on the bed like a dead dog, panting, and no longer had the strength to raise his hand to wipe the sweat off his face. After a while, Zhao Qi's breathing evenly, turned over and started a hundred sit-ups, and then a hundred squats against the wall. When this set of physical training was over, it had been more than half an hour. I remembered the sound of the buzzing sound of the time outside, and it was already the hour of Hai.

He wiped his body dry, lay on the bed, rubbing his sore belly, and was about to fall asleep. A light sound suddenly came from the roof. Zhao Qi pulled out the gun from under the pillow and rolled out of the bed, hiding in the dark. The rustling footsteps stopped abruptly at the eaves, and a figure reflected on the window. Zhao Qi held his breath and stared at the figure, staring at the figure, waiting for his next move.

What happened next confused him. After observing for a while, the man suddenly opened the window and turned in, "Damn it, was it for me?" Zhao Qi gently slammed the hammer and pointed the muzzle at the black shadow, but soon put down the gun again, leaving a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Assassin, there is an assassin." A shrill shout suddenly sounded in the prince's room. The black shadow carrying a bag was flickering through the window with a bag, and was startled by the sudden shouting behind him. He was accidentally tripped by the window curtain and fell to the ground. The gold and silver utensils in the bag were scattered all over the floor, and the ingot beads rolled around everywhere.

Zhao Qi shouted loudly, and quickly closed the window and inserted it. If the boy rushed back and took him as a hostage, it would be no longer beautiful. The shrill and terrifying child voice came from a long way in the quiet night. The little yellow door on the night immediately rang the warning gong and shouted loudly.

Zhao Qi hid under the window and watched, okay? The shouts of assassins in the yard rang one after another, followed by the 'beat' sound of pushing open the door. Dozens of men and women rushed out, with their soft breasts half exposed, their cloudy hair scattered, their hair was scattered, and their bare feet were all rushed out. The weapons in their hands were also varied. There were flower pots, bricks, and brooms that swept the floor. The little maids carried hammers for washing clothes and rods for drying clothes. The weapons in the kitchen were the most advanced, and the two were carrying kitchen knives. The second was that there were rolling pins in their hands.

The lanterns in the yard were quickly lit up and illuminated. Zhao Qi looked at him with interest. Although there were many people coming out, the thunder was loud and the rain was small. A group of people just surrounded him from afar, and they were afraid to step forward. However, this posture also seemed very deterrent. The thief might not have expected that he would cause such a big situation. He was a little confused. He took a few steps back and pulled out a dagger against the wall to fight desperately, confronting these people who were not dressed in a mess.

"Beat him!" The people in the yard heard the prince's cry again, and they reacted cleverly. The prince was still in the house. If he had a few things, no one present could escape the fate of death.

"Dong" First, a servant threw a room pot and smashed it on the Assassin's head. With the beginning, various long-range weapons flew over like raindrops, making a ball of ping-pong. This "Assassin" probably just debuted and was hit hard for a few times before his mind was awake. He remembered to run away, took out his ability to see the house and hugged the pillars and went to the room. He jumped over the low-high wall of the inner courtyard and fled. A group of people watched the "Assassin" disappear into the darkness.

"Fortunately, I'm just a thief. If the person who came was really an assassin, I really couldn't count on these people!" Zhao Qi looked at the rescue show outside like a farce and cursed. He just came into the house and went straight to the cabinet and decided that he was just a thief and was definitely not an assassin. He didn't want to kill him and expose his secret weapons too early. What he has to do now is to keep a low profile.

"Prince, Prince" Zhao Qi heard someone pouring into the room and was looking for him in various rooms. He knew it was time for him to play. He slapped his nose, and tears mixed with his nose immediately flowed out. He wiped his face and fell to the ground with his whole body twitching, as if he was about to see the King of Hell.

The "Prince" first discovered that Zhao Qi was still the locust flowers and osmanthus flowers sleeping outside. Seeing that the prince's face was covered with blood in the corner of the wall, the locust flowers' legs became weak, and the candlestick in their hands almost fell to the ground, and they couldn't move. Osmanthus was older, and squatted down and reached out to Zhao Qi's breath. Seeing that he was still angry, he hugged him in his arms and shouted loudly.

"Call the Imperial Doctor!" Huang Jingchen lived in an independent house in the backyard and failed to catch up with the 'fight' just now. He had seen the storm. When he saw the prince's appearance, he immediately asked someone to invite the prince who lived outside the hospital to work as a full-time health care doctor.

Doctor Wang was also unlucky enough. He lived to be over 60 years old before he became the leader of the Imperial Hospital. He caught the second prince's serious illness and was "treated" to death. He was waiting for the emperor to drag him out of the Meridian Gate in anger and asked for surgery. Unexpectedly, the second prince came back to life and was dismissed from office. But at least he saved his life and was sent here to make meritorious service.

When he heard that something happened to the prince, Doctor Wang carried the medicine box and ran to the inner courtyard. Seeing Zhao Qi's face full of stains, his eyes were closed, his mouth was foaming, and his feet became soft, he knelt down first. "Doctor Wang, please show it to the prince!" Huang Jingchen was stunned when he saw Doctor Wang and pulled him over.

The old man calmed down and asked the little yellow door to hold the candlestick closer. He crawled forward for two steps and reached out and put his hand on the prince's vein. "It's okay, I'm not dead!" He was scared. When he came, the emperor had something to say. If the second prince had another bad luck, he would not kill him, but to destroy his whole family. Doctor Wang had a clear idea now. As long as you don't die, my life will be saved first.

"The prince has no worries about his life, but he is too scared and hurts his mind. He needs some good conditioning!" The imperial physician Wang has been in vain for so many years. He calmed down and carefully called him the pulse. He found that the prince's pulse was neither floating nor sinking, neither big nor small, with a uniform rhythm, calm and gentle, fluent and powerful, and healthier than his mother. However, the prince's appearance was honest, but it was inconsistent with what he saw. After a moment of pondering, he caused a disease to Zhao Qi.

"Why is the prince still unconscious?" Guihua hugged Zhao Qie and asked sobbingly. "When I apply the needle, the prince will wake up!" The imperial doctor Wang felt confident and naturally had to show off. He took out the needle bag, chose the longest silver and targeted Zhao Qie's people and stabbed it.

"Ah!" The effect immediately came out. The prince shouted "live" and shouted, "Assassin, catch the assassin!" "Prince, the prince is not an assassin, but a thief who steals things. He has been beaten away!" Guihua quickly hugged Zhao Qi in her arms and comforted her softly.
Chapter completed!