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In late autumn, a strong wind blew up.

The two countries of Qi and Wei signed a reconciliation, and after marrying their most noble son to Qi, Qi promised not to invade Wei within five years.

Even if the two countries did not go to war, once this settlement agreement was signed, it would be equivalent to Wei showing its weakness to Qi and exchanging Yazi for five years of stability.

The day when the agreement was signed was the day when Wei's most noble son got married.

The sedan chair was carried out from the prime minister's mansion, and the people in the sedan chair were covered with red hijabs and said nothing.

The sedan chair was carried to the front of the main hall, the settlement agreement was signed, and Chu Xiongjie was calm and arrogant, as if he was not afraid of Wei Guo's tricks.

Chu Xiongjie put down the pen in his hand, and heard his subordinates report that the newcomer's sedan chair had arrived, Chu Xiongjie raised the corners of his mouth, showing a hint of joy: "I'm going to meet my queen."

Emperor Chongming stood in the hall, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were worried.

At this moment, Du Yi, who was in the deep palace, suddenly covered his chest, with a distressed expression on his face, he said to himself: "Why do you have heart palpitations? Could it be something about the court... At this moment, Zhuo Yu ran away Where did you go..." After a long time, after the palpitations got better, Du Yi ordered the eunuch who was serving him to look for Zhuo Yu. He heard that the candles in the Yishi Pavilion had been burning all night, and people in the palace were panic-stricken. Du Yi always wanted to see his son. Only then can I feel more at ease.

The strong wind lifted the hem of Chu Xiongjie's clothes and lifted the curtain of the sedan chair.

Chu Xiongjie stood still outside the sedan chair, and his subordinates respectfully lifted the curtain of the sedan chair. Chu Xiongjie's gaze fell on Yazi who was in the sedan chair, who was dressed in a gorgeous red dress and covered his head, with a rare smile in his gaze.

"Wang Keyu, Wang Keyu, ever since I saw you holding a long sword on the battlefield and commanding Wei's army in a big defeat, I feel that only you are worthy of my post." Chu Xiongjie said happily: "In order to marry you, I gave Wei Jun Five years in the country to cultivate life and rest, you can understand."

Chu Xiongjie's voice was not loud, only the people in the sedan chair and the person standing beside him raising the sedan chair curtain could hear him.

Hearing these words, the person in the sedan chair tightly held the palms under the long sleeves.

Chu Xiongjie felt that something was wrong, and subconsciously felt that the person in the sedan chair was not Wang Keyu, so he stretched out his hand and lifted the hijab.

Under the hijab, there was a slightly pale but delicate and pretty face, with a pair of black and white pupils.

Chu Xiongjie's eyes were instantly filled with anger. He threw off the hijab, pulled out the person in the sedan chair, pinched his snow-white neck, and said in a cold voice, "Guo Wei is so courageous, how dare he play tricks on you." Chu Xiongjie turned his head, Looking coldly at Emperor Chongming who came out, "Where is Wang Keyu?"

"Wei Guo... didn't... didn't play tricks..." The strength in Chu Xiongjie's hands was well controlled, and he didn't strangle the person to death immediately, but it also made the person vent more and breathe less: "I... just ...Wei...Wei State...the most...noble...of...Ya..."

His voice was thin and weak, Chu Xiongjie had excellent ears, and when he heard it, he let go of his hand slightly: "What did you say?"

"He's right," at this moment, a familiar voice came, Wang Keyu in armor came, he rushed forward, quickly passed Chu Xiongjie's subordinates who wanted to stop him, and slashed Unlocking Chu Xiongjie's hand, he saved him: "This is the most honorable sub-son of our country Wei, the sixth prince Wei Zhuoyu."

Wang Keyu spoke loudly.

"The most honorable Yazi?" Chu Xiongjie glanced at the weak Yazi who was coughing and blushing in Wang Keyu's arms, and laughed twice: "You are the most noble Yazi! You are very good!"

"The reconciliation document has been signed, is it possible that Emperor Qi wants to break the contract?!" Wang Keyu said loudly: "If Emperor Qi really does not keep his promise like this, our country Wei is not easy to bully, even if your army suppresses the situation, so what? Try to die, I, Wang Keyu, will kill you here too!" Sister Wang Ke's voice was loud and her eyes were firm. His words aroused the anger and arrogance of all the officials and soldiers of Wei State present, and they put their hands on the knife neatly. On the handle, ready to draw a knife and slash at any time.

"Is it the lack of trust or the Wei state playing tricks?" Chu Xiongjie said in a deep voice, looking at the silent Emperor Chongming.

"Chu Xiongjie," Emperor Chongming opened his lips, his voice was very calm: "In this situation, you promise to reconcile and the two countries will live in peace. If you don't agree, then fight."

Chu Xiongjie took a deep look at Emperor Chongming, and sneered: "Okay, I agree to the reconciliation, but there is one more clause in the reconciliation agreement."

"You said."

"What kind of shit is the most noble Yazi, who is also worthy of being the widow's queen? Marriage is fine, but he can only be a concubine, the lowest rank concubine in Qi's imperial palace. Plus, the widow will take him back immediately, no more, You go ahead and kill, and I will accompany you."

"Don't bully people too much!" Finally, Emperor Chongming's face was a little turbulent, and there were faint bulges on his forehead.

"Father! I can't agree! Zhuo Yu can't be a concubine! I can't let him be tortured!" Beside Emperor Chongming, the third prince hurriedly said, with an undisguised eagerness on his face. He looked at the side and coughed with his head down. Zhuoyu looked at his father beside him.

"Yes, father!" The other princes also persuaded, but they were not as anxious as the third prince.

Chu Xiongjie looked around with great interest, and waited for Emperor Chongming's reply.

"Father, my son is willing."

Emperor Chongming was still tangled in his thoughts, but Zhuo Yu had already pushed Wang Keyu away, fell to his knees, and begged to speak.

Emperor Chongming looked at him with hatred for iron and iron, and after a while, he closed his eyes and opened them again. His expression became much calmer, and he said, "Okay."

The day Zhuo Yu left the Kingdom of Wei was too hasty, he didn't have time to say goodbye to his father, his father even sent someone to look for him in the palace, he didn't know that he had left, he didn't have time to say goodbye to his brothers, he didn't have time to say goodbye to his own country bid farewell.

He left in such a humble way, leaving everything he cherished behind him. He only had Chu Xiongjie's back in his eyes. He was sitting in the sedan chair, touching the swollen throat, and there was even an imperceptible smile on his face. He thought that he had found something more precious to him.