Chapter 3: Prince Edward

Three days before the decree was issued.
Inside the palace, on the hall of Minghua.
The emperor's family of three had just finished their meals, and they were homely.
The emperor drank a tea and said to the Prince on the right: "Mr. Er, you have arranged General Di's son and Meizi Zhoutou's seventh son to be your companion. You will get along with them and learn from each other in the future.
The crown prince has a natural posture, graceful and luxurious, and ice muscle jade bones. Due to the late development, the throat knot has not yet protruded, and even some men and women can't argue. He nodded slightly, "there must be our teacher in the three-person line, and the sons and daughters obey the teachings of the father and the emperor." He was fifteen years old, with juvenile childishness remaining between his eyes, but showing his future mighty monarch.
"Although the Mei family is not a nobleman in the North, it is also a high-flying festival. It is a hero and a brave man. He is the old and stubborn man in the Chaotang who is full of sour and corrosive spirits. He is sometimes very boring."
"Children should work hard to learn the words of a hundred schools, and integrate the achievements of the world, eclectic."
The queen was very relieved to see that her only son was so sensible.
"It's time for the son-in-law's evening class. The father and queen rested earlier, and the son-in-law resigned." The prince saluted, advancing and retreating gracefully. The ministers all said that although the queen had only one son, the son was perfect and better than ten princes.
Having a child like this, the mother of the world can be considered no regret in this life.
"At that time, the court officials gave to the Meijia Yupei, promising to exchange their glory and wealth. After more than ten years, the Mei family never mentioned it."
"Meizizhoutou is a rich and wealthy town. The Mei family is not short of money. When the family is also smart, they know what they should and shouldn't." The emperor drank tea again. It also affects the context of the rivers and lakes. If it can be used by the children, it would be great. "
The prince walked by the wind, went to the corner, and stopped suddenly.
The little next to him didn't stop, and bumped into the back of the prince.
Kneeling immediately: "Prince spares his life."
"Little mirror."
"Slave, slave is here."
"Go find Di Muyang at General's Mansion and tell him to come and see me right away."
"Yes, but the rules of the palace. After noon, the foreign minister shall not enter the house unless the emperor summons ..."
Known as the "perfect Prince" in history, he leaned over and fanned out a perfect arc on the small mirror's forehead. "Where you have so much nonsense, Di Muyang has his own way to come in."
The father emperor wants to let the impeccable rivers and lakes cultivated in the poor mountains and bad water come to the palace to read to the noble and wise man? !! How it deserves it!
Convergence of turbidity, no distinction between Wei and Wei.
As a quest for the ultimate, the Super Prince Prince who is so beautiful outside the sky, this is absolutely intolerable.
He had to quickly think of a way to tell the boy from the Mei family that he couldn't enter Beijing.
Di Muyang flashed into the prince's dormitory not long after. Like the old emperor, Di old general had a son all his life, and he trained with his own blood. Now he has martial arts, and his military skills are backward. Although Di Muyang is not as delicate as his prince, Chu Yi, but his wheat-colored skin is lined with a resolute and handsome face, and his eyebrows are staring.
"His Royal Highness, are you looking for me?"
Chu Xi told Di Muyang the original party member, and he was indignant: "How can a person standing in the cloud like Prince Ben be opposed to the clay figures every day. After so many famous names in the world, why did the father emperor like this Umechiro? You immediately send someone to stop this person from entering Beijing. "
"His Royal Highness thinks hard about the destiny."
"Anyway, you will pick up the boy named Mei and put it back after half a year. I will talk to my father."
"How do you say to your emperor, His Royal Highness?"
The Prince smiled charmingly, "It's not easy, all of them are pushed to Uncle Huang. Uncle Huang can't see my plump wings, even if I don't shoot at the Mei family, someone will make up the knife."
"Then let's sit and watch it change." Di Muyang was serious.
Chu Kun jumped his feet: "No, this time I have a very, very, very bad hunch. If the rivers and lakes surnamed Mei were my companion, I would not be at peace."
Di Muyang twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking about the bottom of his heart. Dad said that if you want to eat and be loyal to the king, you must share your worries and use your brain. So Mei's younger son finally agreed.
Chu Yi was very satisfied. "Mu Yangjun is indeed the left arm and right arm of the prince, and I hope you will get back to everything." Say, pat Pat Mu Yang's shoulder and turn to the inner room.
When Di Muyang left, he heard Prince Li coughing.
"Small mirror, let the royal dining room stew a bit of rock candy Sydney, Prince Ben's throat has been a bit itchy recently."
"Ah! Isn't that going to be a doctor?"
"You don't know the small mirror, it is the poison of the medicine, the toxins precipitate, and the skin is dull, which is detrimental to the image of Prince Prince."
...
After receiving the decree, Mei Qiandeng and his father-in-law set off for Beijing.
The Mei family sent several men to accompany them, and several people quickly rushed across the river. They arrived in Anxi County within a day. The strata are stacked on top of each other, and the terrain is quite dangerous. Mei Qiandeng took the lead and galloped without any slowdown.
I overheard my father-in-law sorrowing: "Mei, my little son! Old slave, old slave no longer!" This father-in-law and the men of the Mei family took a ride together, and the horse was so old that their eyes were faint, and their stomachs turned over.
Mei Qiandeng had to rest in situ and let the father-in-law vomit.
"Little boy, at our speed, we can arrive in Beijing in three days."
Qi Gongzi put a finger to his mouth and listened.
For a moment, she said, "A dozen people are coming to us within three miles."
He stayed for a while.
"All masters."
She also made up the sentence calmly.
Everyone was surprised that so many masters rushed over, I'm afraid it's not a blessing. The Mei family has always been friendly on the rivers and lakes, and has few enemies. Why did the seven sons of Mei's family besiege as soon as they left Meizizhou? They looked at Mei Qiandeng, who looked at the father-in-law who was vomiting.
"Bring your father-in-law and get on the horse."
Mei Qiandeng tiptoe, easy to mount. As soon as the whip was pumped, the horse hissed and ran away, raising a yellow dust.
Walking to a dense forest, several dark shadows flashed from all sides, all attacking Mei Qiandeng. Mei Qiandeng frowned, and the secret way was not good, the figure moved extremely and jumped to a tree. She hugged the tree with one hand, her eyes sharp, and she glanced around.
The men were all skin-tight black suits, covering their heads with only a pair of eyes. Seeing Mei Qiandeng hanging on the tree, the palm of the assassin head changed, and in the blink of an eye shot more than a dozen Xiaohan darts. Mei Qiandeng lifted up and patted the trunk with one palm, and used his strength to flip two heads and fell Farther away.
Her men have already fought with some assassins.
The leader of the assassin clenched, siege Mei Qiandeng with three people. Mei Qigong's mouth made a tick, and she laughed, and the excited flames were jumping between the clear black eyes. She fists bare-handed and confronts four assassins. The uppercut, the lower back, the bounce kick, and back and forth between the strokes are quite easy.
An assassin slashed at Mei Qiandeng and smashed into the air. Mei Qiandeng narrowed her eyes, biting her lower lip, and her sleeve suddenly agitated madly. The next moment, the assassin didn't see Daoguang, only to notice that his throat was cold, his neck was leaking, and he wanted to touch it, his eyes widened and he had fallen to the ground.
Hidden swordsmanship.
The remaining three were frightened, and the move was slow for a while. Mei Qiandeng snorted coldly and attacked the nearest assassin as quickly as possible. The assassin took precautions and made light work. The entire person's back flew away against the ground and suddenly found that he had a sharp sword over his chest.
what's the situation! ?
The poor assassin didn't understand the situation, and the sword holder dropped his hand, pierced his chest with a sword, and nailed him to the ground.
Mei Qiandeng was also a bit surprised, looking back during the fight, it was a teenager who helped her.
A little familiar.
At this moment, Mei Qiandeng could not think more. The Mei family's men and several assassins were desperate. Only seven assassins were left against her. Counting that young man, two dozens of seven, Mei Qiandeng's sword skills are outstanding, but after all, he is still young The internal force is not enough, and the long battle is not good.
It must be done quickly.
Mei Qiandeng finally took out the soft sword hidden in his sleeve, and as soon as the cold light came, an assassin fell to the ground.
The teenager who helped her fight not far away still watched her playing tricks and praised loudly: "The sword-sword method really deserves its reputation!"
Mei Qiandeng: "..."
She was about to attack the person headed by. No one knew that something had happened and the weapon was broken. She hadn't rushed to the assassin's head. The man had snorted and died face down. There was a black arrow feather on his back.
Mei Qiandeng: "..."
(Give me a fight again!)
In the blink of an eye, a group of armored soldiers flashed from the dense forest, all brave and extraordinary. Behind them, they followed the class to raise the flag. Mei Qiandeng glanced at it. It was a black triangle flag, with a white line on it depicting a winged eagle.
Winged Eagle? Mei Qiandeng remembered the piece of black-colored jade that her father had given her, and this pattern was on it.
The sporadic assassins remained, and when they saw them, they immediately ran away.
A young boy with a bow and arrow came out of the armored soldiers, only that arrow was shot by him. He arched hands with Mei Qiandeng. "I waited for the rescue to come late. My little son was frightened."
Mei Qiandeng retracted the soft sword into his sleeve, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and spit words like gold: "Heavy words." She looked back at the single boy and asked, "Zhao Gongzi?" It was Zhao Meng's son, Zhao Moran.
Zhao Moran bowed his head and hugged his sword: "My father is still waiting for me in front of me and say goodbye. The seventh son is careful."
"Thank you."
Gao Leng's Mei Xiaogong lifted Zhao Moran away and squatted down to examine the body of the collar. There are no belongings, and the number of martial arts used is very complicated. It should be a hunter without a sect, and whoever gives money will do it for anyone.
She frowned.
A voice was heard above his head: "Assassination, there are ten □□ is the king's instructions. When we go to Beijing, I will go back to the holy holy."
Mei Qiandeng listened and stopped studying the corpse and moved on.
"My little son, in Dimuyang, I was protected by my prince. I will the little son for the rest of my journey."
Mei Qiandeng arched his hand, "I'm Mei Qiandeng."
"..." Di Muyang swallowed and looked at Mei Qiandeng stupefied.
Before, he was worried for the prince. It was an inevitable thing that Mei Xiaogong went to Beijing as a prince to read. It was a matter of course that the king of the king might harm the seventh son of the Mei family in the middle, and came to save the scene. The image is polished first, leaving a good impression on others.
Now he began to worry, the seventh son of the Mei family was such a temperamental person. He personally appreciates this kind of temper, but "this kind of temper" is definitely not the same as the "that kind of temper" of the prince, and then the prince will have a blast, then how can this be good?
For a while, Mei Qiandeng was on the horse.
"drive--!"
"Little boy, wait for me--!"