This palm wind is extremely fierce, like the weight of Mount Tai, but the speed is not fast, enough for those who practice martial arts to react and resist.

Du Fengju's eyes widened, and a silver-white unicorn suit was reflected in his eyes.

Zhu Yi, slow down!

He thought calmly in his heart, but he did not move, and seemed to have no power to resist, and let the wind hit him, and it was about to hit him in the chest.

With a "whoosh" volley, an object rushed towards the place where the palm wind came from with a thousand might, causing the palm wind to freeze slightly, but the next moment, the palm wind still hit his chest.

He was carried by the palm wind, and fell backwards uncontrollably, and at the moment when he was about to fall to the ground, a figure flew through the temple gate, supported him from behind, and shouted urgently, "Feng Ju."

Du Fengju couldn't help but snort, and a wisp of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

He couldn't move at all, and let the person behind him help him up, and the familiar breath rushed into his nose, making his heart relax.

It's Your Highness, Your Highness is here!

Zheng Ji lowered his head and carefully supported Du Fengju, his movements were fast but extremely gentle.

She pursed her lips, and her side face was well-defined, as if hewn out with a sword, and she looked calm and composed.

Only Du Fengju, whose back was close to her hands, could feel her light trembling.

His hands trembled, his breath was disordered, His Highness ...... She's scared.

Du Fengju tugged at the corners of his lips, wanting to smile to comfort her, but he touched the injury in his chest, and then gasped and couldn't speak, and the bloodshot at the corner of his mouth was elongated a little.

"Don't move." Zheng Ji said in a deep voice, his tone sounding dangerous.

Her snort was in his ear, and the warm touch made him dare not move—and he could not move.

Although this palm wind had been deliberately restrained, and in the end, it had unloaded ninety percent of its strength, but it still injured him.

Although it was not a serious injury, it was still serious for a frail person like him.

I don't know, is the emperor satisfied with this temptation?

Du Fengju gasped, his eyes swept over the silver-white unicorn suit, and then his eyelids drooped weakly.

Silver and white unicorn clothes, Feng Chenwei is the most *** position, and only one person in Feng Chenwei is qualified to wear this clothes.

In order to test him, Emperor Yongning actually dispatched the deputy general Zhu Yi.

No, he really doesn't know martial arts.

Zheng Ji's eyes were always on Du Fengju, so focused, whether it was Emperor Yongning or Zhu Yi in the shadows, she didn't even have a trace of eyes.

She curled her fingers, wiped the tip of her index finger on the corner of his lips a few times, wiped away the blood, and said nothing.

It wasn't until Du Fengju's breath calmed down that she looked at Emperor Yongning at the top of her head, and said firmly, "Father, I want to send Fengju back to Taifu's Mansion first, is it okay?"

Emperor Yongning twisted his beard and nodded.

He looked at Du Fengju, who was half-closed in his eyes, and his gentle expression was quite dignified.

He sighed and said, "Go ahead. Changding, on behalf of my father, the emperor said to the Taifu, this is my fault, and I will explain it to the Taifu later."

Zheng Ji pursed his lips tightly and did not answer.

Seeing this, Emperor Yongning glanced in Zhu Yi's direction.

I saw Zhu Yi take a step and step out of the shadows, and the unicorn suit on his body shook with a trace of silver light as he moved.

His face was covered with a silver-white mask, and he couldn't see it clearly.

I have never heard that Zhu Yi, the deputy general of Fengchenwei, has the habit of wearing masks. - I don't want the people in the temple to see him clearly.

"Your Highness, the last general is wrong, and I am heavy for a while, and I ask Your Highness for forgiveness! Du Gongzi, I will ask Mrs. Du for his guilt later."

His voice sounded unusually clear and immature, making people completely unthinkable that this was the elusive deputy general of Fengchenwei beside the emperor.

A heavy hand?

How could Vice Admiral Feng Chenwei make such a low-level mistake?

His moves, the angle of the palm wind, and the place where the palm falls are all carefully calculated and not bad at all.

Zheng Jifang

It was as if the Buddha didn't hear his words, and he didn't even look at him.

Everyone could see that she was trying her best to suppress it at the moment, and the chill seemed to freeze others.

Emperor Yongning frowned, and called lightly, "Changding ......."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Ji raised his head and said in a cold voice, "Father, then I will leave the palace first."

"......" Emperor Yongning had never been interrupted, and a faint displeasure arose in his heart.

However, the current situation is indeed his fault.

He never thought that Du Tong's young son was really so weak, and he couldn't even stop Zhu Yiyi's palm.

No, it's not even a single percent, because Chang Ding blocked it, and what really fell on him was only half of the palm wind.

He did want to test Du Tong's young son, but he didn't want to push the situation to the point of no return.

But Du Fengju's injury was still more serious than he imagined.

Seeing Du Fengju's half-closed eyes and weak breath, he couldn't say anything more.

"Go ahead. Xue Gong, order the imperial doctor of the Imperial Physician's Department to go to the Taifu Mansion immediately and bring the best medicine for the wound."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Zheng Ji still had a cold face, ignoring the emperor's orders, and all his attention was on Du Fengju.

Qin Xuan and Li Xingen were both waiting outside the Zichen Palace, and when they saw Zheng Ji supporting Du Fengju out, their expressions changed in shock.

They immediately stepped forward and took their Highness by the hand, but they didn't dare to say anything.

They could feel the killing intent that His Highness was suppressing, like lava under an iceberg, and they were afraid that as soon as they opened their mouths, the majestic killing intent on His Highness's body would pour out.

Now, it's still in the palace!

They were silent all the way, and together with Zheng Ji, they carefully helped Du Fengju out of the palace.

Pei Yanshan, who couldn't even enter the palace gate, couldn't believe his eyes, Gongzi...... What happened to Childe?

He panicked in his heart, and quickly leaned up, so anxious that he couldn't do it: "Your Highness, Son, he ......."

His words came to an abrupt halt because Zheng Ji glanced at him at this time.

A normal glance, but he felt as if he was locked by the murderous intent in the sky, and he couldn't move.

Seeing that His Royal Highness Changding sent his son to the carriage of Princess Changding's mansion, Pei Yanshan wanted to speak, but closed his mouth again.

That's it, the carriage of Princess Changding's mansion is bigger and more comfortable, and the prince is injured, so it is more appropriate to take His Royal Highness's carriage.

……

On the carriage, Zheng Ji carefully put Du Fengju down, helped him lean on the carriage, and adjusted the comfortable angle for him.

She had never done such a job of serving, and her movements were so gentle that she was afraid of hurting him.

Du Fengju opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a weak smile, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness, I'm ...... I'm fine."

His eyes were as gentle as water, and he endured the pain in his chest, and laboriously reached out to touch Zheng Ji's right hand.

Zheng Ji lowered his eyes and did not speak.

Du Fengju held his breath, used all his strength to hold her right hand, and said softly, "Your Highness, I'...... Very good. You...... Relax, okay?"

As he spoke, he lowered his eyes and hooked his fingers with Zheng Ji's fingers, one after the other, extremely slowly, but extremely firmly, breaking her fingers.

Her palm, sure enough, was already blurred with flesh and blood!