Princess, come home quickly, the God of War Prince is going to be jealous to death!

Outside, Yehuang looked at Wen Jingxiao and Ye Zhao and asked softly, "How is the princess?"

"Your Majesty, the princess is fine at this time, just a superficial wound."

"That's good. I still have some memorials that I haven't approved yet. Zhang Cheng, please help me go to Qingxin Palace." The Emperor turned around to leave. He looked at Wen Jingxiao and said, "Lord Wen, there is no need to wait any longer. Go back to the house early. Nan Xuan will take good care of the princess."

Seeing Emperor Ye walking further and further away, Ye Zhao looked at Wen Jingxiao, "Master Wen, don't you plan to leave?"

"You girl, you are the spy sent by Ye Nanxuan." After saying that, he snorted and left.

Seeing Wen Jingxiao leaving angrily, Ye Zhao smiled slightly. She looked around cautiously, and when she saw no one, she returned to the house.

"Girl, the Night Emperor and Lord Wen have left, and the maids and maids outside have also been dispersed."

"Everyone is gone. Have everyone dispersed in the front hall?" Wen Zhiyue quickly stood up from the bed and asked softly.

"Not yet, the prince is in charge."

"Yue'er, weren't you badly injured just now? Why..." Ye Nanxuan looked at Wen Zhiyue in surprise.

"Since the girl had Jun Ying, her body has had the ability to heal itself. The knife just struck was not deep, and the wound should be healed by now."

"It's good that it's not hurt." Ye Nanxuan's cold and handsome face showed a trace of relief.

His eyes suddenly lit up and he looked at Wen Zhiyue, "Is Yue'er going out?"

"Ye Zhao and I are going to Loulan Pavilion. Your Majesty, please go out of the palace together with the ministers in the front hall."

"When I leave the palace, should I send the princess back to the general's mansion, or should I take the princess back to the prince?" Ye Nanxuan's cold and handsome face showed a serious expression.

"Your Majesty, you can deal with it as you like." Wen Zhiyue and Ye Zhao put on their night clothes and pushed the clothes they had just changed into Ye Nanxuan's hands. "Your Majesty, you can handle it as you wish." After saying that, the two of them quickly took advantage of the darkness to go to Ye Nanxuan. Run outside the palace.

In the early morning of the next day, the news spread in the streets that Prince Yuehuan had injured Princess Huguo and asked to marry Princess Huguo. A large number of people in the capital came to Fanfang Mansion and poured water on Yuehuan when they saw him. Dirt.

In a courtyard of Fanhu's residence, Wen Zhiyuerou was furious as she listened to the maid's story, "My cousin actually likes that bitch so much. Sooner or later, I will kill that bitch."

At this time, Yu Wenjing walked into the room and slapped Wen Zhirou on the face, "You are an ineffective person who only cares about being sour and jealous, and doesn't know how to take the overall situation into consideration."

"Cousin, you hit me, you actually hit me, do you know how much I sacrificed for you." Wen Zhirou covered her beaten face and looked at Yu Wenjing in disbelief, tears streaming down her face.

"You don't have to feel wronged. My aunt asked you to help me, but she didn't ask me to marry you. Of course, for my aunt's sake, I won't treat you badly."

Yu Wenjing's indifferent expression made Wen Zhirou's eyes blank. She stared at Yu Wenjing with wide eyes, "We have been together for many years, but I didn't know that my cousin is also a heartless and unjust person."

"As the prince of a country, you must always think about the overall situation. If Rou'er has any resentment in his heart, I will send you back to your aunt, so that you can live a happy and stable life for two years. When I master the Long Family Army and the First Talisman After two chapters, he will come to ask for marriage."

The helplessness and affection in Yu Wenjing's eyes made Wen Zhirou feel dazed. She took Yu Wenjing's arm and asked with some urgency, "My cousin still likes Rou'er, right?"

"Of course, I married Wen Zhiyue just to get the lion talisman. As long as I have the lion talisman, all the northern territories of Tianyu will belong to Yuehuan. By then, my position as the crown prince in Yuehuan will no longer be shaken. May I give you a concubine?" Yu Wenjing looked at Wen Zhirou affectionately, gently pulled her into his arms, and slowly kissed her forehead and the tears flowing from her eyes.

"My cousin is very affectionate to me. Although Rou'er didn't help my cousin get the Lion Talisman, she still wants to stay and share some affairs with my cousin."

"Okay, Rou'er is sweet and sensible, and your cousin will treat you well." Yu Wenjing carried Wen Zhirou to the couch, "Have a good rest and don't get angry. You are staying here as Yuehuan now, so you must behave accordingly in your words and deeds." Be decent and generous.”

"Yes. Rou'er will always pay attention to her words and deeds." Wen Zhirou wiped her tears of grievance lovingly.

"My cousin has something to do, so I won't accompany Rou'er anymore." Yu Wenjing kissed Wen Zhirou's forehead, then turned and walked out.

Looking at Yu Wenjing's leaving figure, Wen Zhirou's eyes were filled with ruthless hatred, "Cousin, whether you want it or not, I am the crown princess of Yuehuan, and I will not let that woman Wen Zhiyue be above me. "

In Qingya Courtyard, Luo Chuan looked solemn and hurriedly walked out of the courtyard, "Girl, there is new news from Zixuan."

"What news is coming that makes you so panicked?" Wen Zhiyue put down the pen in her hand, raised her eyes, and stared at Luochuan.

"Wen Zhirou went to find two young gangsters today to send you, girl..." Luo Chuan lowered his head at a loss for words and did not dare to continue talking.

"Why did you only tell half of what you said? You told the whole story about where to send the girl." Xuemei asked anxiously, a little nervously.

"She (they) are going to send the girl to Fanfang Residence." Luo Chuan lowered his head, his face serious and forlorn.

"The envoys from various countries are at Fanfang Residence. She sent the girl there to help Prince Yuehuan bully our girl, right?" Xuemei looked at Luochuan with wide eyes and doubt on her face.

"Hey, Wen Zhirou just wants to bully the girl, but she is not Prince Yuehuan." Luo Chuan frowned. He raised his head helplessly and glanced at Wen Zhiyue, "He is the son of the Prime Minister of Xizhu."

"Wen Tao, the son of the Prime Minister of Xizhu, is a rare talent, but he has a habit of torturing people. No woman he likes can survive more than three months." Ye Zhao told it calmly. The advantages and disadvantages of the son of the Prime Minister of Xizhu.

"How could she be so vicious? The girl is her cousin." Xuemei's eyes sparkled with anger and her face was gloomy.

Wen Zhiyue was not angry, she just smiled. She picked up the pen again and continued to draw on the paper.

"Girl, how should I deal with this?" Luo Chuan raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Zhiyue.

"Just tell Zixuan that Yuehuan is willing to marry Xizhu in the Qin and Jin Dynasties. Last night, he sent your family to the bed of the son of the prime minister of Xizhu."

After listening to Wen Zhiyue's words, Luo Chuan's serious face showed a smile, "Yes, I will go right away."

"Girl, what do you mean?" Xuemei looked at Wen Zhiyue with some confusion.

"Just wait until tomorrow to watch the fun." Wen Zhiyue glanced at Xuemei and finished the last stroke, "It was originally a good painting, but now it has changed its metaphorical meaning. Give this painting to the prince."

"Yes, I'll go to the palace right away." Ye Zhao, who had been standing beside Wen Zhiyue, took Wen Zhiyue's painting and quickly walked out the door.

"Xuemei, tell the porter that you don't need to be too tight tonight. Just leave one boy behind so that the others can have a good rest!"

"If the eldest master asks, how should I reply?" Xuemei looked at Wen Zhiyue in confusion.

"I'll go find Brother in a moment. You can make arrangements."

"Yes." Xuemei bowed to Wen Zhiyue and exited the room.