Harem, Zhaochun Palace.

In the lingering autumn mood, Xu Churong stared blankly at the scenery outside the window, with a look of melancholy on his beautiful face.

For her, the past sixteen years have never been troubled or confused.

As the apple of the eye of the chief minister of the cabinet, the junior whom His Majesty the Emperor particularly loves, even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince respects her. No dignitary in the entire Jian'an City dares to show her face. In addition, the Qinghe Xu family has a thousand-year scholarly family.

With the blessing of No. 1, her life has been smooth and smooth.

However, her worries were like the first falling dead leaves in early autumn, which suddenly appeared at some unknown time. After they fluttered to the ground in the wind, she suddenly realized that the world was full of desolation.

Princess Qinghe was wearing a colorful palace dress with dark flowers and brocade, and her temples were decorated with begonia drops and emerald beads. Although today was her grand achievement feast, there was not much joy on her face, but she was slightly worried.

She came to sit next to Xu Churong, stared at the sad look on her face, and said with relief: "Some things cannot be forced, and you need to look away from them after all."

Xu Churong woke up from his deep thoughts and said with slightly panicked eyes: "Sister, I'm fine."

Princess Qinghe smiled calmly and said softly: "Half a year ago you told me that you wanted to find a way to prevent the marriage. Although I couldn't defeat you, I knew you were thinking about me and worried that my life would be difficult after I went to the north. A month ago in Beiliang

The mission came to Jian'an, but you still haven't changed your mind."

Xu Churong hesitated and said: "Sister, I've been thinking..."

Princess Qinghe shook her head and said: "Churong, I know you have thought of many ways during this period, and I can't blame you because you didn't do it, because I am willing to share my father's worries and did not resist marrying to Beiliang. At the beginning, I

Neither my father nor my lord can make you change your stance, but now you have unknowingly changed your stance, haven't you noticed it yourself?"

Xu Churong couldn't help but think of that man. She argued with some difficulty: "Sister, I think marriage cannot solve the problem, but will put you in a dangerous situation. This idea has never changed. It's just that Pei Yue is right in what he said.

People can block the general trend of the world, so I..."

Princess Qinghe held her hand and said softly: "Silly sister, how could I blame you for not doing this? In fact, that's not what I want to say to you. After all, the Marquis of Zhongshan is a Liang man, you can understand this

Does it make sense?"

Xu Churong felt panicked. No matter what reason she used to approach Pei Yue, the princess in front of her knew her too well and had obviously noticed her abnormality during this period.

It's nothing more than a young man who doesn't know what it's like to be sad and has no desire to talk.

Thinking of Pei Yue's frank and frank statement a few days ago, Xu Churong smiled bitterly and said: "Where did my sister go? Although Pei Yue has some abilities, he has an arrogant temperament and acts ruthlessly. Even if he is not a Liangren,

I won’t get close to him either.”

Princess Qinghe asked with a half-smile, "Seriously?"

Xu Churong nodded and said very firmly: "I won't be tempted by him."

Princess Qinghe covered her mouth and smiled softly. Only she dared to be so straightforward. No ordinary woman would have such courage.

However, this is in line with Xu Churong's usual style. Princess Qinghe feels a little relieved. If she is really entangled with Pei Yue, how will the Xu family of Qinghe deal with themselves? How will the chief assistant Mr. Xu gain a foothold in the court?

At this moment, a palace maid walked in quickly and said with some excitement: "Your Highness, there is news from the front. The eldest son of Duke Zhen has sent a request to the Marquis of Zhongshan of Beiliang for a sparring match. Your Majesty has agreed!"

"What did you say?" Xu Churong stood up suddenly.

Princess Qinghe and the maid were both startled by her and looked at her in unison.

Xu Churong sat down awkwardly, not daring to look at the weird-looking Princess Qinghe, and hesitantly explained: "Sister, today is your happy day, why does Your Majesty allow them to spar in the hall? What if something goes wrong? "

Princess Qinghe stopped joking when she saw her face turned red and said gently: "The eldest son of the Fang family knows how to advance and retreat, so nothing will happen to her."

She turned to the palace maid and said, "Let someone watch from the front and report back with the results."

"Yes, Your Highness." The maid turned and left.

Princess Qinghe had a pure nature and knew that Xu Churong was feeling embarrassed at the moment, so she took the initiative to change the topic and the atmosphere gradually returned to normal.

It's just that she will inevitably have some worries. What should she do if this situation continues?

…

In the Daqing Palace.

There are thousands of people here, but at this moment there is silence and silence.

Emperor Qingyuan, who was sitting on the dragon chair, raised his eyes and glanced at Pei Yue and Fang Yuntian, and suddenly said: "Today is just a competition of swordsmanship. You can stop it."

The two people standing in the center of the inner steps responded in unison.

Pei Yue turned around and looked at Fang Yuntian, who was full of murderous aura. He held the long sword prepared by Emperor Qingyuan in his right hand and said calmly: "Please."

Southern Zhou officials had an inexplicable trust in Fang Yuntian, even those powerless civil servants, because he was the most respected eldest son of Duke Zhen and the leader of the Pingjiang camp. The Fang family meant to Southern Zhou It is a very special existence, not only because of the contributions of several generations to the Southern Zhou Dynasty, but more importantly because of their extremely cruel internal competition model.

In short, if he wants to command those five thousand Euphorbia warriors, Fang Yuntian must be the best among his peers in terms of his bravery, military skills and strategy.

In addition, Fang Yuntian has already demonstrated a set of unpredictable sword skills before, which is enough to make everyone full of hope for him.

For more than half a month, Pei Yue has been in the limelight in Jian'an City. Outside the Sifang Pavilion, there are one against ten, and Donglin Mingtang has a verbal battle with the Confucian scholars. He can not only suppress the entire audience with a single song, but also crush Fang Yunhu into a man on a rainy night. It can be said that Jifen single-handedly suppressed the civil and military forces of the Southern Zhou Dynasty to the point where they could not lift their heads.

Regardless of the different plans of the top figures, most people hope that Fang Yuntian can defeat Pei Yue and vent his anger on everyone in the Zhou Dynasty.

When Fang Yuntian stood up, the anger in Fang Xiexiao's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a coldness as cold as a thousand years of ice. Xu Huiyan's expression next to him was slightly complicated. Of course he knew the reason why Emperor Qingyuan allowed the two to compete. Fang Yunhu Fang's death is a dead end. The previous deliberate downplay has made the Fang family full of anger. If they are not allowed to give them a chance to vent their anger, it may lead to a catastrophe.

A fair fight today will at least give Fang Yuntian a chance.

A chance to defeat Pei Yue and avenge Fang Yunhu in an upright manner.

And with Fang Yuntian's always shown maturity and stability, there will be no serious consequences whether he wins or loses on this special occasion.

Under the stares of countless eyes, Fang Yuntian seemed unaware and remained as silent as usual, but his eyes became extremely sharp.

After Fang Yunhu's death, the third oldest general, Fang Yun, was so angry that he wished he could personally lead his troops into Jian'an and take off Pei Yue Xiangshang's head. The younger brother Fang Yunji was locked up at home by his mother and was not allowed to go out, but Fang Yuntian knew that he had tried to break out several times to do something for him.

Brother's revenge. Even Fang Yunsong, who was out carrying out military orders, sent people back to the camp to ask for orders, not to mention those military generals who were promoted by Fang Xiexiao.

But Fang Yuntian never showed any anger from beginning to end. Does it mean that he doesn't have any brotherhood in his heart at all?

Of course not.

Just because he is the eldest son of Xie Xiao, the Duke of Zhenguo, and has the future of the entire Pingjiang Fang family on his shoulders, and there are countless pairs of eyes watching his every move, so he cannot show any signs of recklessness or impulsiveness.

During this period, he had trouble falling asleep every night. The cool night wind brought silence to the world, but it could not dissipate the sadness in his heart.

All hatred ends with one sword.

A dazzling scene appeared in the center of the hall.

Fang Yuntian tapped his toes and approached Pei Yue in an instant. The long sword in his hand outlined thousands of changes in an instant. The virtual and the real were like shadows and fog, and the gorgeous brilliance almost covered everyone's eyes.

It seems like murderous intent is rushing through the world.

Like a sword that stretches thousands of miles.


Chapter completed!