As Yaowu Camp took over the battlefield, Xiao Fangzhi and others who had fought bloody battles until now were all sitting on the ground with some strength, gasping for breath.

Li Jinglong and Xiao Fangzhi looked at each other, and suddenly burst into laughter when they looked at each other's embarrassing appearance.

The battle ahead has come to an end. The moment the Yaowu Camp appears, their ending is already destined.

Emperor Jingping waved his sword and shield soldiers protecting the surroundings, moved his somewhat stiff muscles and bones, and slowly stood up.

His eyes passed directly over Wei Che and landed on the assassin who was less than ten people in front of him, with a cold expression:

"Look, so many years have passed, and my good brother has not made any progress at all."

Wei Che, who was kneeling on the ground, just lowered his head, as if he had heard nothing.

Seeing that no one responded for a long time, Emperor Jingping couldn't help but look back. When he saw Wei Che's appearance, a little teasing flashed across his face:

"Your wood is really boring."

"I only care about Your Majesty's safety, and the rest are not within my mind."

Wei Che still maintained his previous movements and said softly.

A hint of praise flashed in Emperor Jingping's eyes, and he was obviously very satisfied with Wei Che's answer.

"I'll tell you to leave a few living things, so I'll see where my good brother is hiding now."

"Mr., receive the order."

Wei Che responded respectfully, stood up and walked towards the remaining assassin.

At the same time, Xiao Fangzhi held a silver spear and looked for his son with an anxious face.

When he saw Xiao Zicheng who was intact next to the sword and shield hand, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Xiao Zicheng sat on the ground, looked at Zhu Ying who looked unhappy in front of him, and grinned:

"Damn, I almost told you this."

"You have the nerve to say it? I was taken away by the guards before I could kill it. You don't know how to say a few words for me..."

Xiao Zicheng glanced at Zhu Ying and said angrily:

"Are you the prince? If something happens, you won't be able to use the assassin. Which of us can escape His Majesty's punishment? It's possible to be buried with you..."

Zhu Ying snorted heavily, but couldn't argue, so he had to sigh aside, regretting that he had not had enough fun to kill the enemy for the first time.

"Don't stick here, go to His Majesty to report peace. With your emotional intelligence, it is a miracle to be the prince until now..."

Xiao Zicheng was upset by his sighs, and finally pushed Zhu Rong away.

Unexpectedly, before he could calm down for a while, he was punched hard in the back.

"It's so turbulent! Who dares to beat me? I..."

Halfway through his words, Xiao Zicheng, who saw the person behind his back, couldn't help but laugh:

"Father...."

Xiao Fangzhi patted Xiao Zicheng's shoulder heavily:

"Good boy, he performed well. He finally didn't embarrass your father, and he wasn't hurt, right?"

Xiao Zicheng pointed to the blood on his body, "Father, look at me like this, it seems nothing is wrong?"

"This time you have made contributions to protect Your Majesty. Even if Your Majesty does not give you another reward, you can offset the matter of Li Mo'er."

Xiao Fangzhi looked at his son covered in blood, with relief and worry in his eyes.

If the prince had not been in danger, the situation in the big tent just now would still be unclear.

Although his son proposed a way to prove his true self, Li Luan would never sit idly by and watch his son turn against him. After all, the crime of deceiving the king is to be beheaded.

"Father, will what happened today be related to him?"

Xiao Zicheng stared at the three fingers raised and said meaningfully.

"It's not easy to discuss this matter." Xiao Fangzhi covered Xiao Zicheng's finger, "Your Majesty must be cut off."

Do you want to be so cautious? I was possessed by Zhao Zilong just now, but now I look like a sixth brother again...

Xiao Zicheng rolled his eyes and wiped the blood on his face.

I didn't feel like I was killing people when I was chopping them just now. As soon as I relaxed, I felt sore and weak all over my body, and it was also extremely sore.

Fortunately, he was wearing inner armor inside to prevent several fatal injuries, otherwise he would have been ggled at this moment.

He warned himself that he would never be so reckless next time, and his life is more important.

Seeing that he was like this, Xiao Fangzhi was about to give him a few words of advice, but unexpectedly he was interrupted by the imperial physician who rushed over.

"Master, the Emperor summons you over." The Imperial Doctor first saluted Xiao Fangzhi, then looked at Xiao Zicheng lying on the ground, "Master Xiao, Your Majesty asks me to show you the wound."

Seeing that His Majesty summoned him and there was an imperial physician here to take care of him, Xiao Fangzhi did not stop and walked straight towards the direction where Emperor Jingping was.

"Oh, be gentle!!" Xiao Zicheng took a breath, "Are you healing or post-mortem? How can you do this to a living person?"

The imperial physician looked aggrieved, looked at the wound on Xiao Zicheng's body, and silently put the golden sore medicine in his hand back:

"Sir, if I come later, he will heal by himself..."

"That hurts too!"

Xiao Zicheng rolled his eyes and said, "You don't need to apply medicine when you are done. Just wash my wound."

"I want it, I want it..."

The imperial physician nodded repeatedly and said yes, then took off the water bag on his waist, opened the bottle plug and took a sip, and then poured it into Xiao Zicheng's wound.

"Hey, what are you doing? Do you use water to clean your wounds?"

The imperial physician paused his hands and was somewhat confused:

"Uh... Before I entered the Imperial Hospital, my best skills were to treat Jin trauma.

I have always been washed with clean water. Does the Lord think something is wrong?"

The imperial physician complained in his heart that the palace ladies were injured and were all cleaned with clear water. How could you, Xiao Zicheng, be more delicate than the palace ladies?

Xiao Zicheng gave him an angrily blank look:

"Fortunately you went to the Imperial Hospital, otherwise those who were injured in the knife would have been treated with you."

The imperial physician was obviously a little angry, but due to the emperor's order, he was not good to leave, so he had to say patiently:

"Sir, what do you think is appropriate to deal with it, I will deal with it."

"This kind of knife wound should be disinfected with alcohol first to prevent wound infection, and then bandaged with clean gauze."

Hearing the imperial physician, he couldn't sit still, and immediately retorted:

"Sir, don't mistake it. Drinking is a blood-activated object. Pouring on the wound will only aggravate the injury!"

"You... Forget it, it's useless to tell you..."

Looking at the serious doctor, Xiao Zicheng felt an illusion that a cow played the piano.

Regardless of the wound, he left the imperial physician and went straight to find Emperor Jingping.

"Sir! Sir! I am ordered to heal your wounds. Your wound has not been bandaged yet! Sir..."

As soon as Xiao Zicheng left, the imperial physician was panicked and waved the dirty cloth strip in his hand and shouted loudly.

I'll go, but fortunately I'm running fast, otherwise I'll have to worry if I'm fine!

Xiao Zicheng turned around when he heard the sound. When he saw the cloth strip in the imperial physician's hand, his pace suddenly accelerated a little:
Chapter completed!