Zhou Dacheng quickly and coarsely comforted: "Xiaoqian, we are almost to the Wangdu. Don't worry, we will see the prince soon. The shiziye will find the best doctor to cure your injury, and you will get better." Although he said that, he felt a little bottomless in his heart. He had seen Xiaoqian's wound, which was too deep, and his tendon was broken. In order to avoid being chased, he didn't have time to find a famous doctor to treat him. He saw that Xiaoqian's wound was getting more and more serious He was really worried that not only could he not hold his hand, but also his life Zhou Dacheng shook his head and did not dare to think about it any more.

"Well." Xiaoqian answered weakly, and his eyes became more and more lax.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was a little dignified for a moment The beard drove the horse as hard as he could, thinking: faster, faster!

The carriage entered the gate smoothly, and the people in the carriage saw a glimmer of light.

Another period of time, the carriage finally stopped, came to a whisker call: "to."

At last!

"You wait. I'll go to see the son of God first." After finishing his clothes a little, Lao Cheng gets out of the carriage and strides towards the gate of Zhennan palace.

As soon as the porter saw that there was a visitor, he walked out from behind the door, looked at the visitors, and found that the other party was only cloth clothes. His attitude became light and he asked politely, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

Lao Cheng arched his hand and said, "little brother, we came from southern Xinjiang at the order of the Lord. We came here to see the son of the prince. Let's have a good time." Then he put a piece of silver into the porter.

As soon as the porter heard that it was sent by the king of the south of town, he did not dare to neglect it. In addition, he immediately turned a smiling face and said, "Sir, you can wait here for a moment." Then, he rushed in to report.

After a while, the concierge came back in a hurry, followed by another one who was half a head tall. The tall one bowed and said, "gentlemen, I am a servant bamboo. I'm waiting for you in the front hall. Please come with me. Your carriage will stay here for the time being, and someone will take it to the stable and take good care of it. "

Zhou Dacheng in the carriage heard the sound and got out of the carriage with the injured little money. The injury on Xiao Qian's right arm was so striking that it was hard to avoid attracting bamboo's strange eyes. However, bamboo was also used to the world, but his face was not obvious, so he led them into the government as usual.

Lao Cheng, Zhou Dacheng, Xiao Qian, together with the whiskers, led by bamboo, a group of four soon arrived at the front hall. The front room was empty, and there was no one at the moment, not even a servant girl carrying tea and pouring water. As a literati, Lao Cheng was not able to help thinking, feeling that the relationship between shiziye and Wangye was as strong as rumors.

And the other three are martial arts practitioners, and they have no idea of these details.

After a while, a young man in royal clothes, who looks like a banished immortal, walks into the front hall in the sunshine, with a smile in his mouth. Xiao Yi is a frivolous young man.

Xiao Yi didn't expect that there was a seriously injured person among the four. Seeing that the other party was angry and pale, he knew that he was not pretending. He could not help but look at them with a trace of examination.

As soon as the four saw Xiao Yi, they immediately saluted and said, "my subordinates Zhu Xing, Cheng Yu, Zhou Dacheng and Qian Moyang have met the son of a generation." Even Qian Moyang, the wounded man, with the help of Zhou Dacheng, reluctantly salutes Xiao Yi.

"Get up." Xiao Yi sat down on the throne, looked at them casually, and asked, "are you from Zhennan palace? But I don't seem to have met you

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