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Chapter 97

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    "Your Highness, please leave first and leave me alone" is nonsense.

    Over the past few days, the little fat boy¡¯s sense of security has dropped to 37, and he no longer communicates with others very much.

    The seventh prince just thinks about something in his own world, and when he decides, he executes it himself without asking for anyone¡¯s consent.

    So Xue Yao didn't lie, gritted his teeth, exerted force from the roots of his legs, and tried to continue taking a few steps forward.

    With his completely paralyzed legs, he immediately lost his center of gravity and fell backwards. His wrist was grabbed halfway and he was pulled forward, changed his direction, and fell into the arms of the Seventh Prince.

    "Yaoyao, stand still." The seventh prince reminded his little companion who couldn't walk well.

    "My legs are numb from running. Your Highness will return to Beijing first. I will follow you soon, okay?"

    "no."

    The moon was also covered by dark clouds, and it was completely dark around it.

    Xue Yao stood up straight and reached out to find His Highness's chubby face.

    It was touched in the wrong direction, but the little chubby face was still the same as when he was a child, and he took the initiative to stick to his palm.

    "Please, Your Highness, listen to me again. It's you they want to arrest, not me. As long as you return to the capital and mobilize the other seven armies to prepare for war, the three princes, the northwest army and the Tong family army will definitely not dare to touch you.  people."

    Xue Yao felt the chubby face leave his palm. The seventh prince turned his back and said, "Come up."

    Xue Yao stretched out his hand and touched the seventh prince's back.

    The little fat boy wanted to carry him on his back and run away.

    You can¡¯t waste your little fat boy¡¯s energy.

    Xue Yao's body could no longer hold any more sadness. He held the Seventh Prince's arm with one hand and grabbed his own pants with the other hand to lift up his legs, trying to control his legs with his hands to continue running.

    Hot tears kept rolling down my cheeks, blown away by the northwest night wind into the endless darkness.

    He didn¡¯t want the little fat kid to carry him, so he walked forward crookedly like a toddler.

    There was a sudden sound in his ears, and it was the Seventh Prince who suddenly bent over and hugged him.

    Night wind came towards him in an instant. He was hugged by the seventh prince and ran wildly in the dark night with no end and no hope.

    After running for an unknown amount of time, the Seventh Prince's breathing became heavier and heavier. Xue Yao felt the sweat on his back with his palms, seeping out through the two layers of single clothes, like a cub desperately trying to deal with an adult rhinoceros.

    Xue Yao gradually adapted to the thick darkness, looked up to find the direction of the North Star, and reminded the seventh prince uneasily: "Is the first inn so far away? We can't run in the wrong direction."

    The seventh prince looked down at him, then turned to look at the ghostly dead tree standing aside and raised his chin: "The wind blows from the desert in the northwest. Wherever these trees lean, that's the southeast direction. Go straight along this road.  , Arrive as soon as you see the lights, far away, remember it."

    Xue Yao had never heard such a weak voice from the little fat boy, so he immediately patted him on the shoulder and asked him to put him down and run.

    "If you rest for a while, I won't care about you anymore." The seventh prince refused to let him down.

    Xue Yao felt that his legs had regained consciousness, and he was about to struggle to the ground. The sound of horse hooves came from the silent night, and the empty echo made the sound of horse hooves seem to come from all directions.

    When the sound of horse hooves approached at twice the speed of their escape, Xue Yao had already been carried into the bushes by the seventh prince.

    Xue Yao never realized that a horse could run so fast.

    The cavalry in the distance were approaching quickly. He prayed that this group of cavalry could maintain this speed and pass by in a flash.

    They hid in the grass, and sure enough, horses passed by in front of them, followed by the clatter of countless horse hooves.

    Xue Yao clenched his fists and prayed that the sound would go away, but suddenly he heard a neigh of reining in a horse.

    "The footprints are gone!" The leading officer jumped off his horse, pressed a fire stick against the sand, checked carefully, and then issued a confirmation report again: "The footprints are gone!"

    Xue Yao¡¯s hands and feet were as cold as ice, and his heartbeat was getting heavier and heavier.

    Suddenly, the seventh prince's low and hoarse voice came to his ears: "Run another two miles, show your belt, call for the best horse, and return to the capital to find your second brother."

    When Xue Yao realized what the little fat boy was going to do, he reached out to grab the hem of his clothes, but he couldn't keep up with the speed of his escape.

    A Tong soldier who was near the grass was knocked off his horse by the scabbard.

    Immediately afterwards, like ears of wheat blown by the wind, a row of soldiers moved inward layer by layer and were knocked off their horses. More than a hundred elite cavalrymen""" He lay on his back on the ground and began to hum "Uh huh huh" with a sad voice. If Xue Yao was here, he would definitely agree to provide two more bottles of milk on the spot.

    But His Highness only hummed for a while and then stopped, because he remembered that no one was around to watch him act coquettishly.

    A pair of brown eyes stood out from his gray face, staring blankly at the blue sky.

    If Xue Yao is watching from the side at this moment, he will definitely find that His Highness's eyes will turn into a beautiful molten gold under the direct sunlight, which makes His Highness's dirty chubby face less unbearable.

    "Your Highness, do you want to drink milk?" Due to the massive loss of water, the Seventh Prince's originally childish voice became very hoarse.

    He wanted to ask the question again to comfort himself, but he only said the word "dian" and could no longer make a sound.

    No one told this pampered little prince that if he continued to lie down like this, he would die of dehydration even if he didn't die from the cavalry's arrows.

    It was the growling stomach that saved the seventh prince¡¯s life.

    No matter what, Your Highness has to find food.

    The best thing is a bowl of milk and a beggar's chicken roasted by Xue Yao. His Highness really wants to eat it.

    With the desire for food, the seventh prince walked out of the wasteland and came to a valley overgrown with weeds.

    White smoke actually rose over a dilapidated earth temple at the foot of Beishan Mountain.

    The Seventh Prince's stomach guessed that the smoke belonged to freshly baked food, so he started to scream "Gurgling" even more crazily.

    "Okay, okay, I know." His Highness lowered his head impatiently and negotiated with his stomach: "As long as there are no officers and soldiers, I will definitely grab it for you to eat. Please be quiet first."

    Maybe his stomach didn¡¯t believe the seventh prince¡¯s promise, so he screamed ¡°gurgling, gurgling¡± even more crazily.

    "Don't eat it even if you yell again." His Highness said harsh words to his stomach, but he actually wanted to eat it very much.

    The stomach may also be aware of its own screams, which will affect the owner's burglary. No thief carries an alarm with him.

    If you want to eat, you have to obey the rules, so my stomach gradually stopped growling aggrievedly.

    So, after a while, none of the five men in this small ruined temple noticed that anyone was watching them, but the seventh prince had seen each of their faces clearly.

    ¡°These people are not soldiers, nor eunuchs, nor do they dress like companions.

    Except for the royal family, the Seventh Prince has never seen many men other than these three types of men, so the expression on his face became wary again at this moment.

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    Mothers, put down the 40-meter sword!  The most cruel part is over, and it's time to start hitting the face with the sword master.

    It¡¯s the first time I enter the home field of the little fat cub. What should I do? This Erha cub has a little influence on the current heavy atmosphere (remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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