Chapter 7 Meeting on the Narrow Road

Princess Yongle was stunned at first. When he saw the person coming, he didn't grab the whip, but just sneered: "Hmm, who do I am? It turned out to be Fang Yun. What, you little bastard, want to stand up for them?

"Bang!"

Fang Yun's wrist trembled, and the end of the long whip broke free from the hand of Princess Yongle. He rolled it in the air and slapped the arrogant girl's face fiercely. At this time, there was a red mark immediately, and even the blood oozed out.

"You, you, you dare to hit me! ..." Princess Yongle covered her face and didn't react until she heard it for a while, screaming incredulously.

"Well, who did you just say is a bitch? Your mother is just a concubine of the Marquis Pingding and has a low status. Why do you dare to shout here? Although Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin were concubines, they at least knew the etiquette and education, and did not humiliate their mother. What about you, a woman's family, doesn't go to learn to embroider piano and chess, but dance guns and whips here, and fight fiercely. If your mother was knowledgeant and courteous, how would she teach an untruly daughter like you!" Fang Yun was aggressive and refuted the princess Yongle to the full skin. She was completely.

"What's wrong with Fang Yun? Isn't he usually very low-key and doesn't argue with others? Why did you change your nature today!"

"This Princess Yongle has practiced under his hands. Usually, three or two people can't get close at all, and they were whipped by Fang Yun. Just looking at this hand, I'm afraid Fang Yun is good at it.

"Hey hey, this Princess Yongle usually has her nostrils facing the sky, and her eyes are higher than the sky. There are also many people who have been bullied by her in the school palace. Now you have met your right one!"

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The people around him pointed to the two of them and talked about it. They looked excited and watched the hustle and bustle. It doesn't mean to get involved. There are also people who have been bullied by Princess Yongle on weekdays, which is quite relieved now.

On the ground, Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin looked at each other. They think that they don't have much friendship with Fang Yun, and they don't understand why he helps them. But Fang Yun spoke for their mother, which made them more grateful for Fang Yun to help them stop the whip.

"You! How dare you!" Princess Yongle pointed to Fang Yun and trembled with anger. She couldn't believe that a civilian child dared to beat her.

"I am the wife of the prince, but your mother is a concubine. You, a child from the prince's side, with a lowly status, dare to speak wildly in front of me, even if I hit you, so what? If you don't know what's good or bad, you still have to be arrogant. It's not as simple as a whip later!"

Fang Yun took a step forward and directly pushed it within two feet of Princess Yongle. He used the strength of Mangniu's fist in this step, and a wild momentum suddenly surged up all over his body, giving people a strong sense of oppression. This wild cow lives in the wilderness. It is the most comfortable, unrestrained, and also has no taboos. They are sharp-horned and powerful at the same time. Even if tigers and lions encounter them, they have to retreat.

"Ah!" Princess Yongle was stared at by Fang Yun's eyes, and she was so scared that she retreated. She had no doubt that if she still dared to be here, Fang Yun would really dare to do something terrible.

"Get out of here!"

Fang Yun's tongue burst into thunder, and Princess Yongle was so scared that her face turned pale. She suddenly pushed away the crowd and rushed out without looking back. From afar, she could hear her bottomless crying and scolding:

"Fang Yun, wait for me. Our Pingdinghou Mansion will not let you go! ..."

Fang Yun didn't care. This kind of talk-brid woman only knew how to bully others according to her family. The skin of the family has been removed, and they are very fragile inside.

"Thank you," Zhang Ying stood up from the ground and said gratefully.

"It's a piece of work." Fang Yun said indifferently.

"It's a little troublesome now," Zhou Xin got up with a sad face.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yun was surprised.

"Brother Fang, do you know why the daughter of Princess Yongle, a concubine, dares to be so coquettish?"

Fang Yun shook his head. He didn't pay attention to this kind of thing at all. How could he know?

"Princess Yongle's fiance is Li Ping, the youngest son of the wife of the Marquis of Zhen, Ping. According to the law of our Zhou Dynasty, Li Ping's wife is at least the title of a viscount when he becomes an adult. Moreover, the Marquis of Zhen and the Marquis of Pingding intend to unite, and this is how the marriage between Princess Yongle and the Marquis of the Small Town came about. This time you hit Princess Yongle and scratched her face. I'm afraid there's a big trouble!" Zhou Xin was worried. He said that he was worried.

"It turned out to be him," Fang Yun waved his hand and didn't care when he heard the name of Li Ping, the Marquis of the town. Li Ping and Yang Qian, even if they don't come to them, they will go to them.

Zhou Xin also saw that Fang Yun did not care about it, and the sadness between his eyebrows was even worse.

In the cold smoke hall, Yang Qian and Li Ping were surrounded by a group of scholars and were talking about it. Suddenly, he heard a burst of crying in his ear and smelled a fragrance in his nose. Li Ping felt a flash of red shadow in front of him, and there was already a soft jade and warm fragrance in his arms.

"Little marquis, you must stand up for me. I was bullied," Princess Yongle held Li Ping in her hands and cried on his chest.

"Who? Who dares to bully you?" Yang Qian stood up and shouted. Yang Qian and Princess Yongle are also from the Marquis of Pingding. Yang Qian can get on the line of Li Ping because of Princess Yongle.

"Fang Yun, it's Fang Yun's little bastard!" Princess Yongle cried so much that she heard her brother's inquiry, raised her head and said with hatred.

"What? It's him!" Li Ping and Yang Qian were shocked at the same time and looked at each other. The two didn't expect Fang Yun to be so bold. As soon as they came to the school palace, they had such a big move.

"This guy is so bold. This time, my mother put pressure on Tianshe Mountain and transferred Fang Lin back to see what else this little bastard had to rely on. Last time he played lightly, but this time he had to break his leg, otherwise he would not have a long memory!" Li Ping's eyes flashed fiercely. He and Princess Yongle's in-law were agreed by the two marquises, and the mothers of both sides agreed. Fang Yun whipped Yongle's face, but it hurt in his heart.

"Little sister, lead the way, we will help you find the field!" Yang Qian clenched his fist, and there was a crackling sound inside. In the palm of his hand, a black bead turned. He had already estimated that Fang Yun had not come to the school palace during this period, and he must have been practicing hard, so he was not idle during this period.

Princess Yongle was in front, Yang Qian and Li Ping were behind, and a large group of students rushed to the place mentioned by Princess Yongle.

"There!"

Fang Yunzheng walked with Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin in the crowd. Suddenly, he heard the scolding. He turned his head and saw Princess Yongle in the crowd at a glance. Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin also later found that their faces had changed greatly.

"Dodge!"

With an arbitrary shout, the scholar in front of Fang Yun was forcibly divided into a passage. Yang Qian and Li Ping rushed over with a large group of people and surrounded Fang Yun, Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin with a wave of their hands, with a posture of being guilty.

"Fang Yun, you are looking for death!"

With a loud shout, Li Ping didn't say a word, punched out and hit Fang Yun with the hunting wind. In the middle of the way, he turned into a tiger with five fingers, which was the more intelligent tiger boxing in the basic boxing.

Bang!

Fang Yun took a small step back and avoided Li Ping's boxing style. At the same time, he said, "Li Ping, is our appointment here to begin?"

Li Ping was stunned and didn't expect to be avoided by Fang Yun. He knew that Fang Yun in the past could never get his punch.

"Not bad, it seems that I have practiced hard. Unfortunately, it still can't beat us!" Yang Qian's eyes flashed and sneered in his heart.

"A date!" The princes and children around him were stunned when they heard this, and then they were as excited as chicken blood. It turns out that there is such an appointment between these three people.

"A date, hum, Fang Yun, you think it's too simple. If you lose, let's beat each other every day. We want to hit you, and we don't need your consent at all. This condition has to be changed.

"How do you want to change it?"

"It's very simple. Haven't you always been convinced that you are a bastard, bitch? If you lose, say it in front of everyone, I'm a bitch, a bastard from all over the world. Your common people are all bastards and bitches, and they are not qualified to sit on an equal footing with the descendants of our Zhou nobles," Yang Qian held his head high and said in a high-spirited manner.

"All right, that's it! Humiliate him severely!" The first to be good was Princess Yongle beside Li Ping. As soon as Yang Qian said this condition, Princess Yongle immediately felt better than any physical torture.

What kind of pain is more pleasant than the trampling of the soul and self-esteem?

"That's right, that's it." A scorched prince's children around him also followed.

There has always been a conflict between the noble marquis and the commoner marquis of the Zhou Dynasty. According to the law of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there is no such thing as a common marquis and aristocratic marquis, and the two sides are consistent in terms of titles. However, Da Zhou has another rule on the succession of titles.

A hundred years after the new prince, only his eldest son or grandson can be awarded the title of count, and the rest of his children will not be knighted.

That is to say, people like Fang Yun and Fang Lin. After the death of Fang Yin, the Marquis of Sifang, Fang Yun and Fang Lin could not inherit his title of marquis, nor could they inherit his military power. Fang Lin can only record the title of the count in the court and receive the corresponding Dai Lu. As for Fang Yun, he has no right to inherit the title at all, and naturally there is no Dai Lu's theory. His treatment is no different from that of civilians.

The treatment of the children of the Marquis of Zhen and the Marquis of Pingding is completely different. While the eldest son can inherit his father's title and military power, other children can also get the title of baron and receive Dailu from the Zhou court every year.

These two kinds of differential treatment are also the reason for the rumors of noble marquis and civilian marquis in Beijing.

"What if you lose?" Fang Yun seemed to be very calm, and his tone showed a strong sense of self-confidence.

"lose?" Yang Qian was stunned for a moment. He really didn't think about this problem. However, the descendants of the noble Marquis have their own arrogance: "Ha, if you lose, you can make any condition, but it must be what I can do."

Yang Qian added a sentence. He is not stupid. If Fang Yun said that he wanted to commit suicide, he also agreed. Wouldn't he be stupid?

"Good, everyone heard it. Since the little marquis has said so, I hope everyone can be a witness. Fang Yun is waiting for his sentence.

"Wow!"

The crowd was in an uproar and looked at Fang Yun incredulously. Among them, the other party's cloud is relatively familiar. I feel that Fang Yun hasn't come for half a month, and it seems that he has changed a person before and after.

In the crowd, two handsome young people in brocade also stood side by side, looking at Fang Yun and Yang Qian surrounded by the crowd. These two people have the same temperament, like the sun and the moon hanging high. Both of them are fifteen or six years old, a few years older than Fang Yun and others.

"Brother, it seems that we don't have anything to fight against each other, and we are going to fight against these two people," the young man on the left is slender, like a sword pointing to the sky, and the breath on his body is also like a sword coming out of its sheath, sharp.

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