Rong Zhuo sat in the room while eating the snacks in front of him, while secretly looking at the fifth prince.

The fifth prince looked like he was sixteen or seventeen this year. He didn't look like he had inherited many emperors. When he and Yu Jingdu stood together, it was almost impossible to tell that they were brothers.

However, Rong Zhuo remembered that this person in the original book was quite a dude.

The fifth prince belongs to the kind of smart but unambitious person who knows that he can't compete, so in the battle between the prince and the king of Yan, he has always been trying to protect himself.

Not everyone in this world wants to be king.

Especially someone like the Fifth Prince who is not a threat to others, it is quite happy to be a prince in this life.

"Why are you here?" Yu Jingdu asked the Fifth Prince.

"The eighth brother insisted that he would come, and the royal father was not at ease, so he asked me to accompany him."

Yu Jingdu nodded when he heard the words, and said nothing more.

The eighth prince seemed very happy to see so many people in the banquet today.

After staying in Jingdu's arms for a while, he couldn't sit still, and Fu Er asked Yu Jingdu something.

Yu Jingdu reminded him in a low voice and let him go.

So, the eighth prince would feel here and there in the hall, and occasionally come to the table for a while.

Because he was born cute and has a good temperament, many people at the dinner liked him very much. If it weren't for his status as a prince, most of them would have to start teasing him.

Later, the eighth prince swayed and ran to Rong Zhuo's side.

However, he always remembered Yu Jingdu's words, so he didn't talk to Rong Zhuo after leaning over, he just smiled at him and ran away.

Rong Zhuo looked at the little guy's appearance, and thought to himself, how could there be such a lovable child?

However, just when everyone was unprepared, the accident happened suddenly.

The eighth prince was tired from playing, and don't know if he grabbed a quick snack from the table. The snack was about the size of an almond kernel, and an adult could eat several in one bite. But the eighth prince was young, and he was out of breath after running for a while, so after eating it, he choked accidentally, his face flushed red, and tears came out.

Fortunately, there were palace people watching him all the time, so when he was choked, he found out immediately.

Someone was busy calling for an imperial physician, while Yu Jingdu stepped forward and hurriedly reached out to pat the Eighth Prince on the back. But he slapped several times, but the situation of the eighth prince did not improve.

Rong Zhuo's mind turned sharply, remembering that he had heard a lecture on first aid knowledge when he was in school, and there happened to be a link about Heimlich's first aid. The teachers who gave the lectures were more attentive, and they specially introduced the children's Heimlich maneuver and several other related first aid operations to them.

Seeing that the little face of the Eighth Prince was getting more and more red, Rong Zhuo couldn't care about anything else, and hurriedly got up and pulled him out of Yu Jingdu's arms.

Yu Jingdu was so anxious that his eyes were red, and when he saw someone coming forward, he subconsciously wanted to protect the Eighth Prince, but he was stunned when he saw that it was Rong Zhuo. Rong Zhuo didn't have time to explain to him, and while recalling the essentials of the Heimlich Maneuver [Note 1] for children, he began to rescue him.

Seeing his actions, everyone was surprised at first.

After a while, Qi Qi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the snack being spit out of the Eighth Prince's mouth.

Yu Jingdu's heart almost reached his throat, until he heard the Eighth Prince burst into tears, and that heart fell back to its original place.

And the Eighth Prince was so frightened this time that he cried with snot and tears, holding Rong Zhuo without letting go.

Rong Zhuo was also frightened into a cold sweat, holding the little guy and looking at Yu Jingdu, with a face that didn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Young Master Rong, please hug him for a while, he's frightened." Yu Jingdu said.

Laifu, who was on the side, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said hurriedly, "Why don't you take the Eighth Royal Highness to rest for a while, and let the imperial doctor see it when the imperial doctor arrives."

"Yes, yes, let's rest for a while." The housekeeper said and led the way.

Seeing this, Rong Zhuo could only hold the Eighth Prince and follow behind the housekeeper.

Yu Jingdu and the fifth prince also followed, while Laifu stayed in the front hall to clean up the mess.

The doctor in the palace has already rushed over.

Seeing that the eighth prince was still crying loudly, he knew that the problem was not a big deal.

The little guy was terrified at the moment, and he didn't want to let others approach him. He only hugged Rong Zhuo and didn't let go.

Seeing this, Yu Jingdu could only ask the doctor to wait in the side hall first.

He looked at Rong Zhuo, many thoughts flashed in his heart, but he knew that he had to calm down at the moment.

So he took a few deep breaths and forced himself to temporarily get rid of the fear and fear in his heart just now.

"Fifth brother, you help Young Master Rong to accompany the eighth brother here for a while, this king will go to the front to have a look first. When the imperial doctor arrives, be sure to ask him to give the eighth brother a pulse, and see if it is necessary to prescribe a prescription for soothing the mind. ."

"Yes, third brother." The fifth prince hurriedly said.

After Yu Jingdu finished speaking, he walked to Rong Zhuo's side, reached out and touched the eighth prince's head.

Rong Zhuo and him looked at each other, neither of them said a word, but there were mixed feelings in their hearts everywhere.

Yu Jingdu squeezed Rong Zhuo's hand lightly under the cover of his sleeve, like some kind of silent comfort, and like he was thanking him.

In Jingdu's heart, the Eighth Prince and Master Wuyun in Qingyin Temple were the only blood-connected relatives he cared about in the world. If the Eighth Prince had an accident on his birthday, Yu Jingdu would not be able to let it go for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, there was Rong Zhuo just now, otherwise he really didn't dare to think about the consequences...

"Don't worry, I'll be back in a while." Yu Jingdu said.

It seemed to others that he was speaking to the Eighth Prince, but Rong Zhuo knew that he was also speaking to himself.

Yu Jingdu got up and went out.

As soon as the wind was blowing outside, he realized that he was already soaked with sweat.

He adjusted his mood and went to the front hall again. First, he told everyone that the eighth prince was safe, and then explained to Rong Qinghuai a few words, saying that the eighth prince was frightened and wanted Rong Zhuo to accompany him more.