Zhu Zhanji was very angry. He was angry that he had been fooled by a bastard.

Fang Xinggang took a nap. Seeing his listless appearance, he advised: "this man is too Yin. If he hadn't been prepared, no one would have found his purpose. Besides... When your father wrote, his reputation would stink. What's the use of being king of Jin?"

After that, Fang Xing was proud of his foresight and thought about Zhu Jiyu's treatment like a street mouse, but he didn't notice Zhu Zhanji's depressed expression.

"Brother Dehua, after my father learned about the king of Pingyang, he... Gave up the idea."

Fang Xingxing was angry at first, and then said helplessly: "since the king of Pingyang ran away, it means that your majesty is afraid to do it. Of course your father won't do it, otherwise..."

Fang Xing didn't say the rest, but Zhu Zhanji also knew what it was.

——When Zhu Di made Zhu Jiyu king of Jin, your baby dared to make a fool of Zhu Jiyu in the literary world. Is this something to do?

……

When the crown prince knows about it, he is expected to hate Zhu Jiyu to the bone.

No matter how much trouble the three brothers of my family make, they are all broken bones and tendons, but you Pingyang King count a ball! How dare you plan on my brother? You're looking for death!

Chang Jianxun smiled awkwardly on the side. After Zhu Zhanji left, he led Fang to wake up.

Needless to say, there were more than a dozen trembling servants and servant girls outside the main hall.

"Woo!"

As soon as Fang Xinggang went outside the main hall, he saw a dark figure flying in front of him. He saw that the direction was right at his face.

There was nothing to say. Fang woke up and squatted down with a horse step, and the shadow flew over his head.

hey! Didn't hit me!

"Poop!"

Fang woke up feeling cold and turned slowly. He saw that Chang Jianxun had fallen to the ground, and the culprit was lying quietly beside him.

It's a scabbard!

what the fuck! Is this going to open?

After seeing Chang Jianxun's attack, the servants ignored it and told Fang Xing with an expressionless face:

——It's just drizzle!

"Ouch! It hurts to death!"