Yuwenhao comforted and said, "Don't howl. When he comes to his father, if he hears you keep howling, he will say you are a coward."

The King of Qi was so painful that he couldn't speak. He hugged his feet and finally couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Brother, carry me on your back."

"Your wound is in front of you, won't it hurt even more when I carry you?" Yu Wenhao was worried when he saw him like this. Why can't he bear the pain?

I think Lao Yuan entered the palace with all his injuries, but he had to survive this way. Lao Qi was not as good as a woman.

"I would rather have diaphragm pain than tear it off like this." King Qi stopped, waved his hand weakly, his face turned white, and his lips were not even blood-colored.

Yuwenhao had no choice but to carry him. When he carried him, the King of Qi shouted again, "ahah" and said.

Yuwenhao asked, "Can it work?"

The King of Qi looked back at Madam Mu Ru with difficulty, and cried with a sad face, "Why, you carry me away."

My father-in-law Mu Ru had already asked the palace servant who came out of the palace to pass the imperial edict. Doctor Cao replied that the injury was not that serious, and the chest was fine, but the abdominal wound was deeper.

So, seeing King Qi like this, Madam Mu Ru couldn't help but ask worriedly: "Have the imperial doctor not checked clearly? Will it hurt the internal organs?"

King Qi took a breath, "Not hurting the internal organs."

Seeing that he was like this, it was really difficult to get in, so he said, "Okay, then carry it away."

There is no carriage or stretcher. When you carry it, you will be alone with your shoulders and your legs. Your head will sink. You will also have to hold the handle of the lantern in your mouth.

But, it's better than walking by yourself.

King Qi looked at the dark sky, and the lights of the lights were not enough to illuminate the night in the palace.

He just felt that everything seemed like a different world.

I don’t know why it became like this as I walked.

I still feel very uncomfortable.

Especially when she was injured in the end, she had to go to the palace to complain first.

"Prince, please walk slowly. I'm a little bit unable to move." Mr. Mu Ru was responsible for raising his shoulders. King Qi's head kept hitting his crotch. He walked fast and slow.

Yu Wenhao stopped and said, "No, it's even more tiring to walk like this. Lao Qi, hold on, I'll carry you away."

After he finished speaking, he pushed King Qi up, held his butt with one hand and the middle waist with the other, used light skills under his feet, and left quickly.

In this way, he ran all the way to the imperial study room. Emperor Mingyuan walked out to relax his muscles and bones, and saw him coming with King Qi.

He quickly wanted to put down the King of Qi to salute. Emperor Mingyuan glanced at him indifferently, "Just kneel down and hold him up. Without my will, you are not allowed to put it down."

Yu Wenhao was so tired that he thought he could finally let go, but he didn't know that his father would make things difficult for him and dare not disobey him!

He had no choice but to kneel down with his legs trembling and continue to support King Qi with both hands.

If King Qi wants to balance, his hands cannot move and must maintain a fixed posture.

But how tired it is to kneel down and lift it up?

King Qi, whose head was lifted up, had to hang his feet and head down due to abdominal pain so that his abdomen would not force his abdomen. His feet were hanging in front of Yu Wenhao. The two butts were almost hanging to his forehead, just a little closer than his feet.

Yu Wenhao sighed in his heart and suffered a disaster.

Emperor Mingyuan was strolling in the yard, stretching his muscles and bones, while Master Mu Ru followed behind and looked back at Yuwenhao and King Qi with concern.

Yu Wenhao's hands were getting lower and lower, and his body was almost crushed.

The effort of this cup of tea has passed.

This incense stick of effort has passed.

He was lying on the ground half-lying, bent his back, and supported King Qi's body with the power of his head and back, but his hands were still in a supple shape and could not be put down.

He was already breathing.

King Qi also felt that the most difficult thing in his life was this moment. Instead, he was hurt by Chu Mingcui and seemed to be less concerned, and he just hoped that this moment would pass quickly.

Finally, Emperor Mingyuan walked back to the stone steps and said lightly: "Come in!"

Yu Wenhao leaned forward with a slap, his hands hanging down, regardless of whether King Qi would fall down. Anyway, his hands were completely lost. King Qi slid down with the flow and still pressed against him, but he finally felt much more comfortable.

After a while, the two brothers helped each other with their heads hanging down.

After entering, Emperor Mingyuan was already sitting on the dragon throne and slapped the table and said angrily: "Kneel down!"

Kneeled down on four legs with a "smack" sound.

Emperor Mingyuan's eyes were stern, and he became angry at Yuwen Hao first, "It's rumored that you secretly talked with Princess Qi, what's going on?"

When Yuwenhao heard this, he saw that both Madam Mu Ru were sent outside to guard him, so he knew that it was a conversation between father and son, not a conversation between king and minister tonight.

He said aggrievedly: "I really don't have my son."

The King of Qi also defended him, "Father, I really don't have the fifth brother."

"You still say it?" Emperor Mingyuan was so angry, "Your wife said this, saying it was your accusation."

The King of Qi was not shocked or sad at all, and defended: "Father, my son has never said such a thing."

Emperor Mingyuan looked at the two of them and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he said coldly again: "Now, it's said there is nothing? Why are you accusing your fifth brother so arrogantly today?"

"I really don't have any," King Qi said in a daze.

Emperor Mingyuan didn't listen to him at all, and glanced at Yuwenhao coldly, "If this is said, others don't believe it is groundless. If you correct yourself in everything, how can others frame you? Do you know your guilt?"

Yuwenhao claimed to be unlucky, "My son knows the crime!"

"Put down, each of them has ten major boards. Thinking that King Qi is injured, King Chu will suffer for you!" Emperor Mingyuan ordered.

King Qi looked at Yu Wenhao with sympathy and guilt. He dared not talk too much about this and could not stand it.

Yu Wenhao really didn't expect that he would just put on a stick after asking a few words, and once again thought he was unlucky.

He was dragged down, and the King of Qi was also taken to the Donghunting Pavilion to check his injuries.

Yu Wenhao's crackling and twenty sticks were quickly finished, but he was dragged back and left to kneel in the imperial study room.

The main hall is closed.

The lights shone brightly, making Yu Wenhao's face as white as King Qi just now.

"Do you know why I want to hit you?" Emperor Mingyuan's tone slowed down a lot.

"My son is not good." Yu Wenhao was a little angry and beat him without explaining.

"It's a beating for your brother to see." Emperor Mingyuan walked down, helped him up in person, and looked at him and said seriously: "No matter who said this, there will always be rumors in your brother's ears in the future. He doesn't care today, and it may not be that if people say too much in the future, they will not care. If you get beaten first, he will owe you a little bit, because he knows that this was fabricated by Chu Mingcui at the beginning."

Yuwenhao exclaimed, "Father, are you a hard trick?"

Emperor Mingyuan said lightly: "Isn't it painful to me? Is it painful?"

Yu Wenhao reached out and touched the back, "The guards are light and it doesn't hurt much."

Emperor Mingyuan's tone was even more relaxed, "Well, go out and get another twenty."

Yu Wenhao shook violently, almost vomiting blood and fell to the ground. He asked in disbelief: "Father, are you serious?"

Emperor Mingyuan said coldly: "If you want to get these twenty sticks, just think of a way. Without harming the face of the Shoufu Chu, you can happily get rid of Chu Mingcui. Then these twenty sticks will be avoided."
Chapter completed!