Raindrops fell in patter on the mountainside, and the mist shrouded the mountain forest like waves in the sea of ​​clouds.

The world, mountains and rivers are peaceful.

Zhang Xun stepped forward and picked up the unsheathed sword, looked at it with lowered eyebrows for a moment, and suddenly sneered: "On that day, the Imperial City Secretary received the report, and Nong Zhigao was recruiting troops. There may be something unusual. You sent me south to sneak into the border area to thoroughly investigate this matter."

You already have the intention to steal your wife?"

"No." Fu Jiuqu frowned, "I sent you to the border area for official business."

"Lie!" Zhang Xun stared at Fu Jiuqu's calm face, wiped his waist knife, and slowly approached, "Do you think I will still believe your words?"

Fu Jiuqu: "Whether you believe it or not is up to you. Whether I do it or not is up to me."

Zhang Xun sneered, "It's just a woman. If you want it, just ask. A man has made great achievements, and his wife and concubine are just mediocre. Brother, why can't I let go of a woman? Why do you want to deceive me and hide it from me, so that all the people in Bianjing can't bear it?"

Everyone laughs at me, but you pretend to be deaf and dumb?"

Fu Jiuqu glanced slightly sideways, "Therefore, your anger is not that she left you, but that you don't want to gossip. It's not that you don't want to make peace, it's not that you love her and can't let go of her, but that you don't want to be poked in the back.

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Zhang Xun was speechless, "So what? When you marry a husband, follow your husband, and when you marry a dog, follow the dog. From the day she stepped through the door of my Zhang family, she was destined to be mine."

Fu Jiuqu looked at him quietly, his dark eyes were as clear as the clear wind and bright moon, and there was no trace of anger in his words.

"Just do it."

Zhang Xun looked at his raised arm and raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.

"You want to trap me into injustice."

Fu Jiuqu looked at him without saying a word.

Zhang Xundao: "Assassinate the prince of Guangling County and cut off your arm. How do you think the officials will punish me?"

Fu Jiuqu said calmly: "It's a personal grudge. I won't let you be tortured."

Zhang Xun stared at him, laughed, and gently stroked the cold blade with his fingers. His voice was mocking, sarcastic, and cold.

"A broken arm cannot be regenerated. Have you seriously thought about it?"

Fu Jiuqu closed his eyes and sighed: "No need to talk nonsense!"

Zhang Xun walked towards him slowly step by step.

Fu Jiuqu was standing on the mountainside on a short stone platform. His clothes were fluttering in the breeze.

The stone platform was not big, but it seemed to have no end. Zhang Xun held the knife and walked for a long time before reaching behind him.

"Let me ask you one last time. Are you really willing to lay down your arms for her? Don't you hate me, don't you settle the score later?"

Fu Jiuqu opened his eyes and looked at the mountains and forests in the distance, "A true man keeps his promise. I will pay back what I owe you."

Zhang Xun sneered, raised the sharp steel knife, and looked at Fu Jiuqu with narrowed eyes, "What a loving and affectionate man. Chonglou, you and I have known each other for many years. You don't want so many women in the boudoir, why is it her?"

Fu Jiuqu pursed his lips, thought for a moment and said, "You don't know where love comes from, but it goes deeper and deeper."

Zhang Xun was stunned. Thinking of Xin Yi's expression when he said these words, his heart suddenly felt sour, as if he was soaked in jealousy, almost drowning his breath.

"What a love without knowing where it started... Huh! You are so bold, but I don't dare to measure you. I, Zhang Xingyuan, don't believe in evil, but I want to see how hard your bones are..."

The steel knife raised high was emitting an icy cold light, making Zhang Xun slightly squint his eyes.

He jumped up high, the cold wind blowing by the blade, with awe-inspiring murderous intent, cut through the drizzle, as if all his dissatisfaction and hatred, all the destruction of self-esteem and pain were condensed under the sharp blade...

…

A sharp stinging pain came from his arm. Fu Jiuqu's eyes were closed and he only frowned slightly, remaining silent.

A banging sound.

The knife slid past Fu Jiuqu's raised arm. The sharp edge scraped through the flesh but did not hurt the muscles and bones. When it fell, it could have shaved off half of the corner of his robe...

Finally, the handle of the knife fell heavily on the stone platform, making a piercing sound.

Zhang Xun panted heavily, staring like a beast, looking at Fu Jiuqu's torn sleeves and robe corners, as well as the blood dripping down his arms, and said with gritted teeth:

"Having half the sleeves of the robe breaks the sworn relationship. From now on, you and I are no longer brothers. We are no longer sworn in!"

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Fu Jiuqu, put the knife in its sheath, put it under his arm, and turned around to go down the mountain.

Fu Jiuqu: "Go far!"

The mountains are filled with miserable wind and rain, and bursts of sobs.

Zhang Xun did not look back.

~

The fight between Fu Jiuqu and Zhang Xun on Ma Xun Street eventually caused uproar in the city.

It is related to the royal family and relatives, and if you have some sexy gossip, it is bound to attract attention and make people talk about it.

In particular, Zhang Xun won the second place in the martial arts rankings as a civilian and was awarded a title. He can be said to be a proud ancestor and is enviable. Zhang Xun himself also has thick eyebrows and big eyes, is upright and handsome, and has a tall and majestic figure, which has always been very popular.

In contrast, Fu Jiuqu's reputation abroad is mixed.

Those who like him love him more than anyone else, and those who hate him regard him as a heinous devil.

What's more, it is difficult for the people to sympathize with a pampered prince who wants as many beauties as he wants, let alone analyze the truth behind the wife battle between the prince of Guangling and Zhang Xun calmly and objectively.

Taking someone's wife, killing their parents, are all unforgivable evil deeds.

More people sympathized with Zhang Xun, thinking that Fu Jiuqu relied on his parents' favor, bullied others too much, and had no regard for human ethics and natural principles...

Yan Guan even went to the official's house and remonstrated, saying that Fu Jiuqu challenged Tianlun and trampled on the laws of the Song Dynasty, which was unethical and unrighteous.

"Weddings are the basis of etiquette. Husband and wife have a constant relationship with each other, which is the way of heaven and human relations. They should be upheld forever. To talk about separation is despicable. To seize a wife, betray her trust, and abolish the relationship is a serious act of chaos and a serious crime!"

"The officials and ministers also believe that the prince of Guangling County deserves punishment. Is he still a human being if he despises the rules and seizes his wife by taking advantage of his power? From the princes and ministers to the common people, who can tolerate such evil behavior?"

"Reading the books of sages in vain, violating human ethics, being unkind, unjust, disrespectful and unwise, and not punishing is not enough to make the people angry."

"I second the proposal!"

"The prince breaks the law and is as guilty as the common people. Officials must not tolerate this matter."

"Officials, please issue an order to punish the crime."

"Officials should deal with them seriously and not be lenient. Otherwise, if everyone follows suit, wouldn't it be disturbing the rules? So, where are the laws of the court? Where are the laws of heaven? If you look at the small things, it's the couple who are in trouble. If you look at the big things, it's the husband and wife who are in trouble.

Humanity, don’t take it lightly!”

Zhao Zhen looked at the eloquent ministers and frowned without saying a word.

In his heart, he was angry that Fu Jiuqu acted recklessly and impulsively, allowing others to find such a big excuse, but whose children were loved by others, how could Zhao Zhen be so cruel to his nephew, who was so affectionate and responsive to him?

And among those ministers and ministers who made impassioned speeches about etiquette, which one didn’t know this very well?

It's all a game.

The king and his ministers, the ministers and their ministers, are nothing more than games.
Chapter completed!