The Prince's Life Is Short, I Will Protect Him

Before falling off the horse Rumor has spread all over the capital that a beauty from southern Xinjiang has appeared in the draft list, and she is inseparable from the crown prince of the Yin Dynasty. Everyone sighed: Prince Qi Xuan - gentle and kind, weak and sickly, a short-lived Bodhisattva; Miss Milu—beautiful, well-behaved, and pitiful, she is a delicate greenhouse flower. What a pair of sick mandarin ducks made in heaven~ After falling off the horse One is the prince who overturned the power of the Yin Dynasty and took over the power of the Yin Dynasty! One is the Zijie Wolf Lord who kills a tiger with his bare hands and seals its throat with a sword, shocking southern Xinjiang! The jaws of the whole capital were shocked: What was promised to Poor Chu Chu? The promised frailty? This is clearly a killing god paired with an emperor! *Cause In order to find the rescued clan members, Mi Le sneaked into the palace for a draft. He originally wanted to find the answer, but first he ran into the short-lived prince who was "as gentle as jade and could not survive more than twenty-five years." She originally wanted to temporarily use the East Palace to escape the limelight, but her strength did not allow it. Three months after entering the palace, Mi Le has completed the "Disaster" formula: smashing the East Palace, beating the eunuch, imprisoning the noble daughter, humiliating the important ministers, attacking the noble concubine, burning the prime minister's house... The piles and piles are truly unheard of and unseen. When she got into trouble, she turned around and rushed into the East Palace. Qi Xuan laughed helplessly and stepped forward to mediate: "Everyone, for the sake of Gu, let's keep it private. Let's keep it private." *Teaching by words Leading her to the palace for the first time Invite her to control floods and meet the victims Lead her to the cliff to see the barren grave Lead her to the yellow sand to meet her people He personally sharpened her from a sharp blade that only knew revenge to a ruler-wielding person who cared about the common people. Understand her loneliness, love her burden, and caress her back gently. "You are the brave God of War in southern Xinjiang, and the reincarnation of the Sirius God in the eyes of the people of Zijie. Do you know why there is no temple in Zijie? It's just because the god worshiped by the people of Zijie is never a clay statue of gold, but you, your Mile, Zijie." Worried about her meager military strength, she secretly mobilized the imperial guards to support her. "Either take time to regroup and fight again, or accept my support." "Do you want me to rely on your Yin Chao's breath?" "You know that's not what I meant." "Then tell me, what do you want me to do after it's done?" "I want you to come back to the East Palace with me." "What a joke! I, Zi Jie Mi Le, am not born to be a prisoner! How could I be willing to be trapped in this square palace wall and be your captive canary!" "I never thought of it that way." Qi Xuan lowered his eyes, like a lonely crane with broken wings. He was not going to die soon, and he just wanted her to accompany him on his last journey... *Success When she loses her immaturity, she raises her arms in front of the battle and shouts—— "I, Zijie Milue, was abandoned by the southern border and driven away by the Hungarian fangs. Under the humiliation, I had to fight back with all my might! From now on, I abandon the title of Wolf Lord. During the southern expedition, I will be called Zijie King!" When the mountains and rivers were recovered and the good news came, I also received his poisonous suicide note: "The bare tree you kicked in front of the temple has sprouted new leaves. It's a new year, but I can't seem to wait..." King Zijie, who never believed in gods and Buddhas, kowtowed to him step by step, kneeling all over the sky and asking, "How to give up? How do you tell me to give up!" HE! ! ! Intention: I just want to keep my life firmly in my own hands. I want to put Zi Jie's life in the hands of every common person.