Princess Yongle was stunned at first, but when she saw who was coming, she did not grab her whip, but just sneered: "Huh, who do I think it is? It turns out to be you Fang Yun. What, you little bastard want to stand up for them?"
"Snapped!"
Fang Yun flicked his wrist, and the end of the long whip broke free from Princess Yongle's hand, rolled it up in the air, and slapped the arrogant girl's face hard. This time, there was a red mark immediately, and even blood oozed out.
coming.
"You, you, you dare to hit me!..." Princess Yongle covered her face, and it took her a while to react, and she screamed in disbelief.
"Hmph, who did you call a bitch just now? Your mother is just a concubine of Ping Dinghou, with a low status. Why do you dare to make such a fuss here? Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin, although they are concubines, at least they know etiquette and education.
It's an embarrassment to your mother. As for you, a girl's family, instead of learning to play embroidery, piano and chess, you are here dancing with guns and whips, and showing off your ferocity. If your mother was well-informed and polite, how could she teach such an uncultured person like you?
Daughter!" Fang Yun was fierce and aggressive, and he refuted the Princess Yongle to pieces.
"What's going on with Fang Yun? Isn't he usually very low-key and doesn't fight with others? Why did he change his temper today?"
"I have practiced under Princess Yongle. Normally, three or two people can't get close to her, but Fang Yun apparently snatched the whip away. Just looking at this hand, Fang Yun is probably very skilled in his skills.
"
"Hehe, this Princess Yongle usually has her nostrils turned upward and her eyes as high as the sky. There are many people in the academy who are bullied by her. Now she must have met her enemy!"
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The people around were in twos and threes, pointing at the two people and talking, with excited expressions. Most of them were just watching the excitement. They had no intention of getting involved. There were also people who had been bullied by Princess Yongle on weekdays, and now they were quite relieved.
On the ground, Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin looked at each other. They thought they didn't have much friendship with Fang Yun, and they didn't understand why he would help them. But Fang Yun spoke for their mother, which was like Fang Yun helping them stop the whip.
The two of them were even more grateful.
"You! You are so brave!" Princess Yongle pointed her finger at Fang Yun, her whole body shaking with anger. She couldn't believe that a child of a commoner prince actually dared to hit her.
"I am the daughter of a prince's first wife, but your mother is a concubine. You, the daughter of a prince, have a low status. How dare you speak arrogantly in front of me? So what if I beat you? If you don't know what is good, you are still arrogant.
, it won’t be as simple as a whip later!”
As he spoke, Fang Yun took a step forward, directly forcing him to be within two feet of Princess Yongle. He used the strength of Mang Niu Fist in this step, and an arrogant aura suddenly surged throughout his body, giving people a strong feeling.
A sense of oppression. These wild cattle live in the wilderness, they are most comfortable, unrestrained, and have no taboos. Their horns are sharp and powerful. Even tigers and lions will retreat when they encounter them.
"Ah!" Princess Yongle was glared at by Fang Yun, and she immediately backed away in fright. She had no doubt that if she still dared to be here, Fang Yun would really dare to do some terrible things.
"get out!"
Fang Yun's tongue exploded like thunder. Princess Yongle was so frightened that she turned pale. She pushed aside the crowd and rushed out without looking back. Her hysterical cries and curses could be heard in the distance:
"Fang Yun, just wait for me. Our Pingdinghou Mansion will not let you go!..."
Fang Yun didn't care. Such barbaric women only knew how to bully others based on their family status. Without the skin of family status, they were very fragile on the inside.
"Thank you," Zhang Ying stood up from the ground and said gratefully.
"It takes a little effort." Fang Yun said calmly.
"It's a bit troublesome now," Zhou Xin stood up with a sad look on his face.
"What's wrong?" Fang Yun asked in surprise.
"Brother Fang, do you know why the daughter of a concubine of Princess Yongle dares to be so coquettish?"
Fang Yun shook his head, he didn't pay attention to such things at all, how could he know.
"Princess Yongle's fiancé is Li Ping, the youngest son of Marquis Zhenguo's wife. According to the laws of Zhou Dynasty, a son like Li Ping, who is born of a common wife, will at least have the title of viscount when he reaches adulthood. Moreover, Marquis Zhenguo
, Ping Dinghou intends to unite, and this is how the marriage between Princess Yongle and the prince of the small town came about. This time you hit Princess Yongle and scratched her face. I'm afraid there will be big trouble!" Zhou Xin was worried.
road.
"So it's him," Fang Yun waved his hands nonchalantly when he heard the name of Li Ping, the prince of the small town. Even if Li Ping and Yang Qian didn't come to him, he would go to them.
Zhou Xin also saw that Fang Yun was not interested, and the worry between his brows became even worse.
In the Hanyan Hall, Yang Qian and Li Ping were surrounded by a group of scholars and were discussing. Suddenly, they heard a cry in their ears and smelled a fragrance in their noses. Li Ping felt a red shadow flash in front of his eyes, and there was already something in his arms.
It is the warm fragrance of nephrite in my arms.
"Little Marquis, you must stand up for me. I have been bullied," Princess Yongle held Li Ping in her arms and cried on his chest.
"Who? Who dares to bully you?" Yang Qian stood up and shouted. Yang Qian and Princess Yongle were both descendants of Pingdinghou. Yang Qian was able to join Li Ping's line because of Princess Yongle.
in.
"Fang Yun, it's that little bastard Fang Yun!" Princess Yongle cried until her eyes were full of flowers. When she heard her brother's inquiry, she raised her head and said bitterly.
"What? It's him!" Li Ping and Yang Qian were shocked at the same time and glanced at each other. They didn't expect Fang Yun to be so bold and make such a big move as soon as he came to the academy.
"This guy is so brave. This time, my mother put pressure on Tianshen Mountain and transferred Fang Lin back to see if this little bastard had any other support. Last time, I beat him lightly. This time I have to interrupt him.
His legs are useless, otherwise he won't be able to remember!" Li Ping's eyes flashed with a fierce look. His marriage to Princess Yong Le was approved by the two marquises and facilitated by their mothers. Fang Yun whipped Yong Le in the face, but it was
The pain was in his heart.
"Little sister, lead the way, we will help you find the place!" Yang Qian clenched his fist, and there was a snapping sound inside. In his palm, a black bead was spinning. He had already estimated Fang Yun's time.
If you didn't come to the academy, you must be training hard, so you won't be idle during this time.
Princess Yongle was in front, Yang Qian and Li Ping were behind, and a large group of students rushed to the place where Princess Yongle said.
"Over there!"
Fang Yunzheng, Zhang Ying, and Zhou Xin were walking in the crowd. Suddenly they heard a scream, turned around and saw Princess Yongle in the crowd. Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin also noticed that their faces changed drastically.
.
"Get out of the way!"
With an arrogant shout, the academy scholars blocking Fang Yun were forced to separate into a passage. Yang Qian and Li Ping rushed over with a large group of people, and with a wave of their hands, Fang Yun, Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin were taken away.
They surrounded them, as if they were raising an army to accuse them.
"Fang Yun, you are looking for death!"
With a loud shout, Li Ping punched out without saying a word, hitting Fang Yun with a strong hunting wind. Halfway through, he spread out his five fingers and transformed into a tiger shape, which was the more advanced Tiger Fist among the basic boxing techniques.
Snapped!
Fang Yun took a small step back, barely avoiding Li Ping's punch, and said at the same time: "Li Ping, is our fight about to begin now?"
Li Ping was stunned, but he didn't expect to be dodged by Fang Yun. But he knew that Fang Yun could never dodge his punch before.
"Yes, it seems that you have practiced hard. Unfortunately, you still can't beat us!" Yang Qian's eyes flashed and he sneered in his heart.
"A fight!" The princes and princes around him were stunned when they heard these words, and then their whole bodies became excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. It turned out that there was such a fight between these three people.
"A fight, hum, Fang Yun, you are thinking too simply. If you lose, you will just let us beat you once a day. If we want to beat you, we don't need your consent at all. This condition must be changed."
"How do you want to change it?"
"It's very simple. Haven't you always been dissatisfied with us calling you a bastard and a bastard? If you lose, just say in front of everyone, I am a bastard, a bastard born from the Sifang Hou. You common people are of the same lineage.
They are all bastards and bastards, and are not qualified to sit on an equal footing with the descendants of our Zhou aristocrats," Yang Qian held his head high and said in a condescending manner.
"Okay, let's do it! Humiliate him severely!" The first one to shout was Princess Yongle who was next to Li Ping. As soon as Yang Qian said this condition, Princess Yongle immediately felt that it was worse than any physical torture.
It's a pleasure to come.
What pain is more painful than the trampling of soul and self-esteem?
"Yes, let's do it." The princes and princes around him also started to cheer.
There has always been a conflict between noble princes and commoner princes in the Great Zhou Dynasty. According to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there is actually no such thing as civilian princes and noble princes. The two sides are consistent in their titles. But the Great Zhou Dynasty has no regard for the inheritance of titles.
However, there is another provision.
A hundred years after a new prince becomes a prince, only his eldest son or eldest grandson can be granted the title of earl. The remaining heirs will not be granted the title of earl.
In other words, with family backgrounds like Fang Yun and Fang Lin, after the death of Sifang Marquis Fang Yin, Fang Yun and Fang Lin could not inherit his marquis title or his military power. Fang Lin could only record the count of an earl in the court.
Title, 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. His treatment is no different from that of commoners.
The treatment of the heirs of the Marquis of Zhenguo and Marquis of Pingding is completely different. While the eldest son can inherit his father's title and military power, the other heirs can also be granted the title of baron at the end and receive Dai Lu from the Great Zhou court every year.
These two kinds of differential treatment are also the reasons why the theory of noble princes and commoner princes spread in Beijing.
"What if you lose?" Fang Yun looked very calm, with a strong confidence in his tone.
"Loose?" Yang Qian was startled for a moment. He really hadn't thought about this problem. However, the descendants of noble princes have their own arrogance: "Ha, if you lose, you can make any condition, but it must be something I can handle."
Arrived."
Yang Qian added. He is not stupid. If Fang Yun asked him to commit suicide and he agreed, wouldn't he be stupid as hell?
"Okay, everyone has heard it. Since the young Marquis has said so, I hope everyone can bear witness." This was what Fang Yun was waiting for.
"Wow!"
The crowd was in an uproar and looked at Fang Yun in disbelief. Among them, Fang Yun was relatively familiar. It felt like Fang Yun had changed since he hadn't been here for half a month.
In the crowd, two handsome young men in brocade clothes also stood side by side, looking at Fang Yun and Yang Qian who were surrounded by the crowd. These two people had the same temperament, as high as the sun and the moon, both of them were fifteen or six.
Years old, several years older than Fang Yun and others.
"Brother, it seems that we have nothing to show off, so we will have to show off on these two people," the young man on the left has a slender figure, pointing like a sword towards the sky, and the aura exuding from his body is also like a sword unsheathed, with sharp edges.