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"Damn."

In the Imperial Study Room, the old emperor looked at Zhou Jingyu who was kneeling below with an expressionless face. The Queen, the Thirteenth Prince and the Fourteenth Prince were supporting Zhou Fuchu who was lying on a chair. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and one of his arms was broken. He was wailing: "Father, you have to make the decision for me. Brother Bago beat me for no reason. Wow, it hurts me to death..."

"Chu'er."

Seeing her son being beaten like this, the queen gave Zhou Jingyu a hard look and turned to the old emperor: "Your Majesty, Jingyu has gone too far. He hit his brother so hard and injured him. You have to do it for our Chu'er." Seek justice.”

The eldest prince Zhou Yi, the third prince Zhou Jingxuan, the fifth prince Zhou Yiwen, and the twelfth prince Zhou Yue also came over. They were confused as to why Zhou Jingyu could hit Zhou Fuchu so hard.

"Jing Yu, do you have anything else to say?"

The old emperor scolded Zhou Jingyu with a straight face: "Why did you hit Fuchu and break his arm? You are committing fratricide."

"My son has nothing to say."

Zhou Jingyu looked coldly, glared at Zhou Fuchu fiercely, and said to the old emperor: "My son didn't like him, so he beat him. My father punished him again, so just punish me."

"You, you are so outrageous."

The old emperor was so angry that his beard jumped. The queen fanned the flames and said harshly: "Didn't Jing Yu ask for orders to go north to kill the Huns? Then the emperor gave him permission and let him go north with the army. That's right. His punishment!”

As soon as these words came out, the eldest prince Zhou Yi, the third prince Zhou Jingxuan, the fifth prince Zhou Yiwen and others narrowed their eyes slightly and their hearts began to become active.

Among the many princes, Zhou Jingyu was the first to be talented both in civil and military affairs, and he was also the strongest competitor for the crown prince position. If he were to be transferred from the capital to the north to defend against the Huns, it would be a great thing for the eldest prince and the others. !

But the third prince Zhou Jingxuan was very confused. According to Zhou Jingyu's temperament, how could he hurt his fifteenth brother at this time?It can be said that this is stupid behavior, why is he still doing this?

Could it be that he did it on purpose!

"Jing Yu, do you have anything to say about sending you to the north to fight against the Huns?"

The old emperor's face was gloomy. He didn't understand why his son was acting like this. At the same time, among the many princes, he valued the eighth son Zhou Jingyu the most. Whether it was talent, intelligence, or leading troops in battle, he could be said to be the most outstanding among the princes. , the old emperor was more inclined to choose him as the prince.

However, he did something so stupid that the old emperor had to punish him.

"I accept the punishment and have nothing to say." Zhou Jingyu kowtowed and stopped talking.

The old emperor closed his eyes, took a long breath, and waved his hand: "Get out."

Obviously, he was disappointed with this son!

Zhou Jingyu stood up, turned and left the imperial study without looking at everyone present.

"Your Highness, why are you like this?"

Yang Xuehai, who was waiting outside, was anxious. Zhou Jingyu injured Zhou Fuchu at this time, which was extremely stupid. Didn't he compete for the position of prince?

Zhou Jingyu waved his hand and said, "Father has promised to let me go north."

"Your Highness, take me with you."

Wu Mu was excited, but Yang Xuehai was stunned, looking at Zhou Jingyu in disbelief, and said angrily: "Your Highness, do you really want to give up all our efforts for Yuan Xi?"

Zhou Jingyu glanced at Yang Xuehai. He turned around and left without saying anything with a cold face.

Apparently he has made up his mind!

In the evening, in a remote house in the palace.

"Princess, it's time to eat."

In the hall, Fang Yuanxi was dressed in a gorgeous dress. She was treated as a princess. The maids brought dishes cooked by the royal chef and filled the table because the old emperor still had a conscience and allowed the palace to have a good time in these two days. Take care of this Princess Wencheng.

The maid Xiaoqiu stood aside, looking at the table full of dishes, her eyes widened. After all, Fang Mansion values ​​integrity, and the meals she eats on weekdays cannot be compared with those in the palace.

Fang Yuanxi motioned to Xiaoqiu and asked her to sit down and eat together. Xiaoqiu shook her head: "I don't dare."

Fang Yuanxi smiled, pulled Xiaoqiu to sit down, ignored the palace maids, and gave her food. Xiaoqiu stuck out her tongue unceremoniously, and the master and servant started eating.

At the gate of the house, the waiter saw Zhou Jingyu and quickly bowed: "See you, Your Highness."

"Is Princess Wencheng here?" Zhou Jingyu asked, standing at the door.

"Back to the Eighth Highness, Princess Wencheng is having dinner in the front hall." The waiter said respectfully.

Zhou Jingyu frowned and paused before walking in and walking directly towards the front hall. When the maids and servants saw him, they all knelt down and worshiped.

"Your Highness the Eighth." As soon as Xiaoqiu saw Zhou Jingyu coming in, she immediately stood up and saluted.

Fang Yuanxi did the same thing. She stood up and was about to salute. Zhou Jingyu went up and waved: "Miss Yuanxi, you don't have to do this. You are now Princess Wencheng and you don't have to salute me in the future..."

Fang Yuanxi paused, looked up at Zhou Jingyu, and found that his face was also haggard.

"I came here to tell you that in two days, I will go north with you. My father has promised to let me lead the troops to resist the Huns." Zhou Jingyu didn't know whether to be happy or sad. If it were a weekday, he would have been asked to go north to lead the troops. He must have been very excited to defend himself against the Huns.

However, now he is asked to personally send the woman he likes to the King of the Huns for intermarriage. Imagine Zhou Jingyu's complicated heart at this moment.

"You have a good rest."

Without waiting for Fang Yuanxi to say anything, Zhou Jingyu turned around and left because he was afraid that he could not bear it.

Looking at Zhou Jingyu's back as he walked out, Fang Yuanxi could feel the sadness in his heart...

"Sister Yuan Xi, His Highness the Eighth Prince seems to like you." Simple Xiao Qiu could tell that Zhou Jingyu liked his young lady.

Fang Yuanxi pulled her and signaled her to eat...

Two days later, a group of guards and soldiers had already gathered at the entrance of the palace. They were going to escort Princess Wencheng north.

In a luxurious carriage, Fang Yuanxi, dressed in gorgeous makeup, and Xiao Qiu were sitting in the carriage. They were driven out of the palace by numerous civil and military officials.

At the same time, at the palace gate, the eighth prince Zhou Jingyu, who was dressed in armor, rode an armor-pierced war horse, with a sword on his waist, looking majestic. He looked at the carriage coming out of the palace, his eyes full of complexity.

Along with Zhou Jingyu, there were naturally Wu Mu and many other generals. This time they led an army of 30 people to the north to support the last northern city, the ancient city of Yuntong!

"Departure."

The general was Wu Jingguo, the veteran general of the Wu family. When he saw Princess Wencheng's carriage coming out, he waved his hand and escorted her out of the city. An army of 30 people had gathered outside the city and was waiting.

"Yuanxi..."

On the main street, the eldest lady Lin Xiuhe, the second lady Wang Xiyu, Fang Hongye, Fang Shuqi and the maids and servants of the Fang Mansion all stood together with the people. Looking at the carriage coming slowly, the eldest lady couldn't help crying.

"Sister Yuan Xi, it's the eldest lady and young master..."

Xiao Qiu, who was on the carriage, saw the eldest lady and Fang Hongye through the window. Fang Yuanxi also came over immediately and saw the eldest lady bid farewell to each other in tears, which made her unable to hold back the tears any longer.

father…!

However, Fang Liang was not seen, and Fang Yuanxi was sad. It would be better if his father did not come, lest he see her sad.

Watching Zhou Jingyu and others escorting the carriage towards the gate of the capital, Fang Hongye supported his mother, his eyes full of sadness. It wasn't that his father didn't come to see Yuan Xi off, and Fang Liang had been sick for the past two days and couldn't get out of bed now.

Among the crowd, a figure has been looking at Fang Yuanxi's carriage, it is the god Jiang Chen.Lord Siming also followed and sighed: "The next step is the beginning of Yuanxi's calamity."

Watching the carriage go away, Jiang Chen turned around and left. Lord Siming was stunned and quickly followed.

Fangfu.

"Master, you have to cheer up."

The first lady and second lady who came back saw Fang Liang lying on the hospital bed, his face was pale and his breath was weak. His condition was very serious.

"Yuanxi, where is Yuanxi..." Fang Liang was confused, but he still knew that today was the day for his daughter to go north.

"Master, Yuan Xi has left the capital and gone north."

Lin Xiuhe held his trembling hand, already crying, "Master, Yuan Xi is gone, please don't scare us anymore..."

"Dad, the doctor is here."

Fang Hongye came in with a man carrying a medical box on his shoulder. After a closer look, he turned out to be Zhenjun Siming.