What on earth did this man want to do? He repeatedly instigated a relationship between himself and the emperor in front of him.
Zhao Jin could only spend a lot of words to explain what he said.
"The courtiers of the Zhao Kingdom have spent a lot of effort for this country, but it is all because of Emperor Feng's life. It is said that Emperor Father is the most heartbroken, and Chen has prepared the best snow mountains for Emperor Father.
Deer antler, this deer antler is produced in the state of Wei."
The emperor laughed loudly, "I have given all the treasures of Wei State to me, and I have made you my friend."
The two of them were going back and forth, which was very pleasant, but a little thrilling.
When he came out of the emperor's palace, Zhao Jin grabbed him by the collar and pushed him against the stone pillar behind him.
"What on earth do you want to do and why do you want to harm me like this?"
Wei Wu was originally a military general, so he naturally could not tolerate others losing his face like this.
So he slapped Zhao Jin with his backhand. Zhao Jin didn't notice that he actually did this. The two fists were added together and they began to compete.
After a period of time, both men were injured, but in the end it was still difficult to tell the winner.
Zhao Jin looked at him with admiration. His martial arts skills were considered to be among the best in the court here. He didn't expect that he would not be able to gain the upper hand in front of such a kid.
Zhao Jin was thinking about continuing to attack, but Wei Wu didn't want to continue competing with him.
He shook his shoulders and complained, "You are indeed no ordinary person. The ten well-trained soldiers in our country can't defeat me alone. I didn't expect that it would be difficult to win or lose with you.
It’s really sad and deplorable.”
Zhao Jin straightened his clothes and said, "To each other, you have done what you want to do, can you leave here?"
Wei Wu was dumbfounded, "Is it possible that you, the crown prince of Zhao, are so stingy? I just made a little joke on you in front of the emperor."
Zhao Jin's beard was almost white with anger. There really wasn't much to say to someone like him.
He had been following Zhao Jin, but he vaguely felt that there was something he had not done yet, and suddenly thought of Princess Seventeen.
In the end, he left in a hurry. Zhao Jin glanced at him and left without asking anything.
Following yesterday's memory, he finally found the residence of the Seventeenth Princess. If he rushed in like this in broad daylight, he would cause big trouble.
But he was really itchy and wanted to see if he was okay.
He hesitated and observed outside the door for a long time. Based on his usual experience of leading troops in battles, he felt that no one should be ambushing him secretly. Then he quietly entered the palace.
It's still as shabby as in the memory, but the faint fragrance lingers in the nose, making people feel stable.
Walking further inside, I saw the Seventeenth Princess sitting by the table in a daze.
Perhaps she felt something, and as soon as Yurong turned around, she saw Wei Wu.
She was taken aback, and then scolded him in a panic, "What on earth are you going to do? Why did you come to my palace? If you don't leave, I will call someone."
Wei Wu was naturally not afraid. He raised his eyebrows and said, "If you are not afraid of being punished by your father, then just call someone."
It was meant to be a lively statement, but unexpectedly it made the seventeenth princess cry.
"You're right. No matter what happened, I was a vicious and jealous woman in my father's heart. He would never ask about the truth of the matter, and he would never care whether I was wronged."
Wei Wu hammered his chest angrily. He couldn't help but say this sentence.
"I'm just teasing you. I just want to see how your wound is doing."
"It's okay, you can leave."
Wei Wu was also not liked by his father, and of course he understood this feeling.
"When I left, I saw you holding the door for your maid. It must be very painful. This is a painkiller for sores. It is very effective."
The seventeenth princess was very puzzled when she saw that he had this medicine.
"Stop guessing, I'm at home
I often get beaten up here, so I always carry the medicine with me."
Yurong was surprised, "You are the God of War of Wei State, why do you have to face a ban when you return home?"
Wei Wu said with a hint of grievance, "I was forced to take the title of God of War because I was a child who was not loved by my father when I was young. Don't you know? I am a bastard. Ever since I was born, I have
The old fortune teller said that my body was inauspicious and would bring downfall to my whole family. I have been living in South Korea for more than ten years."
Yurong Qiao said, "You are a proton."
Wei Wu smiled helplessly, I didn't expect you to know so much.
"Yes, my father thought that I was an unlucky person, so he deliberately separated me from the third prince, in order to make the emperor think more highly of him."
Yurong couldn't help but feel distressed when she thought about how she had gotten through the past ten years.
"This has been a bad life for many years. Although my father doesn't like me, I still have the title of princess, and others don't dare to bully me. But you must not have a good life in a foreign country."
Wei Wu smiled bitterly, and the past things were in the past.
"A lot of things happened in this. I will tell you slowly later."
For a long while, there was no words between the two of them, and there was a warm and fragrant flow.
"Does it hurt?"
Yurong frowned and said, "It hurts physically, but it hurts mentally even more."
Wei Wu hesitated and didn't know whether he should say it, but he decided to say it anyway.
"What if I could marry you home?"
Yurong was so frightened by his words that her beauty turned pale. No one had ever said such words to her. What's more, the royal princess had no choice but to make her own decisions about her marriage. Most of them got married and got married.
"No matter which woman I want to marry, the emperor will agree to it. As long as you say a word, I can take you out of the dire straits."
Yurong didn't know how to answer.
There was the sound of a palace maid passing by in the courtyard. Wei Wu stood up cautiously and said quietly to him, "I'll give you three days to consider whether you want to agree to me or not. Everything depends on your own wishes."
After saying that, he left quickly. Yurong looked at the risk of him leaving and felt confused.
If she agrees to marry him, then she, like other princesses who are forced to go out and get married, may never be able to return to their country in this life.
But even if I stay here, do I still have anything worth cherishing?
Wei Wu was shocked that he could say such things in a hot head, but since he had already said it, there was nothing to regret.
The Seventeenth Princess is a good match for me, not to mention such a beautiful woman.
After hearing what the imperial concubine said, He Jing was so angry that she trembled all over.