After rebirth, I was entangled by the enemy's protons

Chapter 139 A happy event! (two chapters in one)

Chu Yao gritted his teeth, and said aggrievedly: "Next time I will call my second brother for my brother, and let him be your training partner."

Isn't it just that the martial arts are not good? It must be because the father didn't have any martial arts talent for him to inherit, and Xiao Liu followed his mother.

Chu Yi raised his eyebrows: "Could it be that brother's martial arts are amazing?"

As the crown prince, Chu Ye was naturally proficient in all aspects of martial arts, including horseback riding and archery. However, as the crown prince, Chu Yi had never seen him display martial arts.

Chu Yi remembered that during the autumn hunting every year, the prince also hunted a lot of prey. No matter what, the prince's martial arts should be better than Chu Xiaowu... right?

"Hehe, you're thinking too much," Chu Yao shook his head, as if he had imagined Chu Ye's crap under Xiao Liu's sword, he smiled slightly, showing his canine teeth and dimples, and said, "When the second brother comes, the best one is Not for brother!"

"I didn't know... my brother's martial arts are so bad."

"Ah!"

At this moment, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who was seriously writing letters in the Eastern Palace sneezed hard.

"It's getting cold, I have to tell Xiaoliu to add clothes, yes, you can also tell me to listen to the rain in the letter..." His Royal Highness pressed the tip of his nose, said to himself, and then started to write again.

Chu Yi glanced at the sky, put away the wooden sword, and said, "The auspicious time is coming, let's go, let's go out of the palace."

Chu Yao looked confused: "Going out of the palace? Auspicious time, what auspicious time." Isn't Fan Yunsheng buried today, there is no such auspicious time.

"Get to know each other for a while, let's go to see the excitement, and I heard that Brother Four is going too." A strange light flashed in Chu Yi's eyes, and his eyes were as black as ink.

What is the relationship between Chu Zhao and the Fan family? If the person who killed Fan Yunsheng was really Chu Zhao, then she must be able to see something on Fan Qian's face.

After a while, Chu Yi put on a light-colored veil and left the palace with Chu Yao and Xiao Yan.

She originally wanted to disguise herself as a man, and she could go to Changlefang to find Sister Fengmian, but she thought that Chu Xiaowu would be accompanying her, so she had to give up this plan.

Let's pretend to be Chu Xiaowu and visit the brothel another day.

At the entrance of the Fan Mansion, white cloth was hung from the lintel to the entire street, and the common people huddled together on both sides of the road, stretching their necks and waiting to watch the excitement.

"Why are there so many people on the street when Fan's family is going to have a funeral?" Chu Yao looked at the bustling crowd around him and asked in surprise, "It's not some Qingtian master who went to Beijing to be the parent official, why so many people came to see him off?"

The aunt next to her was excitedly admiring Chu Yao's handsome face, while enthusiastically explaining: "Oh, young master, you don't know, the one who died was Fan Yunsheng, the prime minister's son, and this Fan Yunsheng was the number one in the capital..."

Chu Yao said: "I know this, the number one son, although he is self-appointed."

"The number one scumbag!"

Another heroic girl took the conversation, and couldn't help but move to Chu Yao's side, who made this young man so handsome and outstanding.

"What is the first son, the matter between him and his two concubines was brought to the court last month, and finally he was sentenced to divorce and lose money. Who knows what kind of guy he is, and now he fell off his horse and died drunk. Don't take a good look at the excitement."

"Yeah, fortunately, Prime Minister Fan is gentle and won't take it out on us little people. It's a pity, how could he give birth to one or two of them are scumbags."

"Young master, you are young, so don't imitate him."

Chu Yao: "..."

Chu Yi smiled and patted Chu Yao's shoulder: "Young master, don't imitate him."

The corners of Xiao Yan's lips couldn't help but rise slightly. He tilted his hat, lowered his voice, and whispered in Chu Yi's ear: "It seems that ever since Fan Yunsheng's private rearing of his concubine was exposed, he has been the number one man in the capital since he was well-known in the capital. Young master, he has become the number one scumbag."

Chu Yi didn't hear what he was saying clearly, but felt that Xiao Yan's breath was like a small flame falling on her ear, the faint sweet smell, warm and gentle, made her heart beat faster.

"Xiao Liu, do you think we are crowded like this? Why don't you just show your identity and enter Fan's mansion. If you keep squeezing, you will be squeezed flat."

Chu Yao was soon squeezed into the middle of the crowd by several tough aunts and aunts. He slowly moved to Chu Yi's side, feeling very wronged.

"It's you who gets squished, not me."

Chu Yi didn't have this kind of trouble at all, because Yin Bing and Xiao Yan, one on the left and one on the right, stood by her side, cutting off a small space for her to move around.

Moreover, both of them were wearing bamboo hats, their faces could not be seen clearly, and they wore long swords around their waists. They looked very difficult to provoke, and the common people did not dare to approach them.

She asked lazily: "Do you want to go to the mourning hall to mourn Fan Yunsheng?"

Chu Yao: "...Then it's better to squeeze."

He suddenly looked at Xiao Yan: "Wait, why don't the common people crowd the three of you!"

Xiao Yan supported the bamboo hat, but did not speak.

Yin Bing lowered his head and gave him a foolish look.

"My stupid fifth brother." Chu Yi shook her head, her veil fluttering gently.

Chu Yao: "..."

"The fourth prince, on behalf of the virtuous concubine, will give Erlang of the Fan family a ride—"

A shout came, Chu Yi followed the prestige, and saw Chu Zhao, who was wearing a mysterious cloak, walking out of the gate of the Fan Mansion under Fan Qian's hand. It seemed that he had just gone to the mourning hall to mourn Fan Yunsheng.

Behind him was Tan Feng, the guard Chu Yi was familiar with, and a young woman dressed as a court lady.

"Fourth Highness! Fourth Highness!"

"Look, that's the fourth prince!"

"The fourth prince is really handsome. I heard that the concubine Xian is already looking for a noble daughter in Beijing for the fourth prince."

"I don't know who the position of the four princes and concubines will fall to."

Regardless of Fan Yunsheng's burial today, the people discussed excitedly, and even waved their hands at Chu Zhao.

Although Fan Qian is a prime minister, he is a good man in the court, and he has established an image among the people who enjoys with the people. Therefore, the lower the people are, the less they are afraid of him.

Especially today, with so many people watching Fan's funeral, or in other words, the eyes of the whole capital are gathered here, even if Fan Qian hated being surrounded by people, he didn't dare to show it, and he still had to show generosity Gentle look.

Chu Zhao frowned, his eyes swept across the people.

Seeing this scene, Chu Yao shivered, and said in a low voice, "Fortunately, we didn't reveal our identities, otherwise it would be you and me who are being discussed by the people now."

Standing on tiptoe, Chu Yi saw Fan Qian's elegant face was covered with cloud, his eyes were swollen into a pair of walnuts, and he stood with Chu Zhao with a sad expression, as if his own son had just died.

Oh no, he really killed his own son.

"Fan Qian not only can't get angry with the people, maybe he has to give Chu Zhao a smile now..." She suppressed her laughter and whispered to herself.

But the next moment, she couldn't laugh anymore.

For some reason, Chu Zhao turned his gaze, and his eyes were fixed on Chu Yi accurately.

His long and narrow black eyes seemed to light up for an instant, and his body stiffened slightly.

And just such a subtle movement has been noticed by Fan Qian.

Chu Zhao gasped for breath, and quickly looked away, but it was too late.

Fan Qian followed him, his face changed suddenly, and he said, "Your Highness, that is the Fifth Prince! There is also a woman wearing a veil who is familiar to me, who can follow the Fifth Prince...could it be Princess Yongning?"

A faint light flashed in Chu Zhao's eyes, and he sneered, "I'm going to meet them in this hall."

He walked towards Chu Yi step by step, and when the surrounding people saw the fourth prince walking towards them, they involuntarily parted to make way.

Chu Zhao's hand by his side was already clenched into a fist.

Chu Yao: "Xiao Liu, did the fourth brother see us?"

Chu Yi: "It's all your fault for not wearing a bamboo hat!"

Chu Yao: "Brother Wuwu was wrong, I will definitely wear it next time."

"No next time." Chu Yi took a deep breath, smiled at Chu Zhao, and then suddenly realized that he was wearing a veil, and he couldn't see it.

Xiao Yan frowned, his phoenix eyes stared at Chu Zhao approaching, and said: "It seems that he didn't come here after seeing His Highness Fifth, but saw the princess."

The pair of dark and narrow eyes, the moment he saw Chu Yi, looked too warm and familiar, which made him feel that it was not like a brother looking at his sister.

At least, the eyes of Chu Ye and Chu Yao are not like that.

Lian Qiao and Tan Feng followed Chu Zhao from left to right, not daring to say anything.

Chu Zhao's body tensed up quietly, and he could feel that his uncle was staring at him.

It's all his fault... He just found Chu Yi and Chu Yao, but because of his gaze, Fan Qian also noticed them.

In the eyes of outsiders, he, the fourth prince, is at odds with the princess and others, especially in front of Fan Qian, an old fox.

So, he had to walk over to the girl he loved, but he had to say cold words to her.

"It turns out that the eyes of this hall are so obvious." Chu Zhao's mouth curled up with a self-deprecating smile, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

Lian Qiao couldn't help comforting her in a low voice: "Your Highness, it's not your fault. Since Fifth Highness and the others have come, they didn't make any disguise. It's normal for the prime minister to find out."

"Really, it's not...my fault."

Chu Zhao asked back, he looked deeply at Chu Yi's clear apricot eyes, turned his head, and glanced at Forsythia behind.

She has a pair of eyes very similar to Chu Yi, and sometimes, she is as kind as Chu Yi.

Forsythia was so serious that she was almost stubborn: "Of course it's not His Highness' fault."

The guilt in Chu Zhao's heart eased a little, and he controlled the expression on his face.

As he said that, he had already walked in front of Chu Yi, and the people who had just surrounded Chu Yao also dispersed, secretly guessing their identities.

Chu Zhao didn't look at Xiao Yan and Chu Yao beside him at all, his eyes fixed on Chu Yi, and he said in a strange voice: "Why, you also came to see Fan Yunsheng off? The old love is unforgettable?"

Chu Yi frowned: "Brother Sihuang seems to be here too, and he just went to the mourning hall to pay his respects. Are you also unforgettable?"

Chu Zhao: "Yun Sheng is my cousin, so this hall will naturally come to see him off for the last time."

Chu Yi: "Oh, I'm different, I'm just passing by to watch the excitement."

"Fourth brother!" Chu Yao greeted happily, ignoring the cold atmosphere between them. After thinking for a while, he tried to straighten his face, "Fan Yunsheng died so badly. We passed by. Come... Uh, mourning, after all, my friend One game."

Chu Zhao glanced at him, and continued to look at Chu Yi coldly: "I see you are smiling very happily."

Fan Qian in the distance couldn't hear the conversation between them, but he could see that their conversation was not pleasant, so he looked away.

"My lord, the time has come." The servant of the Fan residence whispered in Fan Qian's ear.

Fan Qian couldn't hide his grief and waved his hand.

"Wake up—!"

With a loud cry, a black coffin was carried out.

Chu Yi opened her eyes wide with enthusiasm, wishing she could stand on tiptoe.

This was the first time she had seen a funeral.

The next moment, his eyes went dark, and a familiar breath approached.

Xiao Yan clasped his palms together, his warm palms blocked her view, and a low and bewitching voice sounded: "Don't look, you will have nightmares..."

Chu Yi shivered, and said, "I didn't do anything wrong or have any nightmares, thank you for your concern—"

Just as she was about to thank Xiao Yan for thinking about herself, she heard him continue: "I had a nightmare, which will affect your stride tomorrow."

Chu Yi: "..."

She pulled Xiao Yan's hand away and continued to watch.

Chu Yi's thick eyelashes swept across his palm, soft as a feather caressing his chest, he lowered his head, and did not stop it.

Because he had exhausted all his energy just to fight against the surging emotions in his heart.

Chu Zhao slowly looked at Xiao Yan, his black eyes were bloodshot.

He had known for a long time that the position of the people around her would never belong to him.

However, seeing her intimate gesture with others with his own eyes, his heart still hurts so much that it is difficult to breathe.

Fan Yunsheng's only heir was the child in the womb of Zhao Manrou, the former concubine, and it is only five months old now, so the one who called the spirit was his concubine younger brother, with a loud voice, Chu Yi could hear the hidden joy.

Gongs and drums sounded, and the coffin was carried slowly forward.

Just when the group was about to turn a corner, an exhausted war horse appeared at the end of the long street!

On the horse is a frontier soldier in black armor and holding a black dragon flag in his hand.

The battle armor on his body was shattered, carrying the wind and frost and murderous aura from the bloodbath on the battlefield.

"Great victory! Great victory in Beifu!"

When the soldiers saw these people, they couldn't help waving the black dragon flag, their voices were extremely hoarse, and they roared with all their strength.

"Beifu Battle Report, Great General Su shocked the barbarians and drove them out for eight hundred miles! Great victory!"

"what?!"

The common people let out an exclamation, and Chu Yi also looked at the soldier in shock.

At this time, is there any big victory?

She searched carefully in her mind, feeling that this matter was both familiar and strange.

She vaguely recalled that Su Jingyuan had indeed won many victories in her memory, it seemed that in the past two years, it seemed like a flashback, which was very inspiring.

It's just that my 15-year-old self in my previous life had never paid attention to these things, so I can't remember them anymore.

The current Yan State is not the Yan State that will be in jeopardy five years later. Su Jingyuan is really brave and good at fighting, and the pillar of the country.

Counting it, the real and obvious decline of the Yan Kingdom began after the famine appeared next year and after the grandfather and uncle resigned completely.

The funeral procession met the messenger officer, and Fan Qian stepped forward panting, his face distorted, and he couldn't tell whether it was happiness or anger: "The old minister is Fan Qian, Prime Minister of Dayan, tell me, what a great victory, what a great victory!" Is it General Su?"

The soldier reined in his horse and nodded.

He looked around, touched the dried blood on his face, and said loudly:
"General Su lured the enemy to go deep, while His Royal Highness built the plank road openly, secretly went to Chen Cang, and directly killed their barbarian King Zuoguli! Yan Kingdom, big victory! Big victory!"

As the voice fell, bursts of cheers erupted on the long street. No one saw Fan Yunsheng's funeral anymore, and they all rushed to tell each other excitedly, celebrating each other.

Even the old soldiers of the old army mixed among the people knelt down to the north with tears in their eyes.

"The general is mighty, His Highness is mighty!"

"Long live Your Majesty! Long live Dayan!"

"My lord, I'll go and tell Your Majesty the victory first!" The frontier soldiers clasped their fists at Fan Qian and the others, clamped the horse's belly, and left in the dust.

Fan Qian stared at the soldiers' backs with mixed emotions in his heart.

Su Jingyuan won the battle...

However, his son died.

Many people were looking at Fan Qian. He tried his best to pull up the corners of his mouth, gritted his teeth, and said with a smile: "This is really a happy event... a great happy event, the truth, I am very happy."

"Su Jingyuan, you have won the battle again." Amidst countless cheers, Chu Zhao's voice seemed a little low, and his black eyes were so deep that it was almost strange.

Chu Yao was extremely excited. If he hadn't seen Chu Zhao's gloomy face, he would have hugged his fourth brother and shook his arms.

"Great victory, great victory, fourth brother, are you unhappy? Eldest brother is too powerful, and this Su Jingyuan is really capable. He is worthy of being the great general of our country of Yan."

Chu Yi couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips: "It seems that our big Yan is not very weak now, that's great."

When Chu Zhao heard her words, he lowered his eyes, and the blood in his eyes disappeared.

Chu Yao: "It's not weak at all, look at Xiao Yan next to you, isn't it sent by the defeat of Yong Kingdom?"

Xiao Yan: "..."

Chu Yi: "...No one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak."

　I started to struggle with one thing again, after all, two chapters are updated every day, and one chapter is 2000+
　　Still update one chapter every day, one chapter 4000+
　　This chapter is today.

　　
　
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