Reborn, Chaoxiong went crazy after marrying Gu King Proton

The racecourse was empty due to the rain.

The ground was full of mud and it stood empty.

The twelfth prince and the eighth prince were each holding an umbrella and looking at Pei Chun who was getting off the carriage.

The left prime minister Dou Yu led the imperial guards and hid quietly around the horse farm.

Pei Chun looked at the similar looks between the Left Prime Minister and Concubine Li, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, thinking that it turned out that the skinny horse in Yangzhou also had relatives.

However, this left prime minister, who was over 40 but looked very well maintained, was able to rise rapidly in the officialdom indeed because of the blessing of Concubine Li and the favor of the Emperor.

In less than ten years, he rose from a small scholar to the position of left prime minister.

It's really amazing.

"Cousin Funing." The twelfth prince was the first to bow and salute, his whole body exuding a friendly tone.

However, the Eighth Prince, who was standing behind him, felt a little disdainful when he saw Gu Yuan still following Pei Chun, but he didn't show anything.

After all, my younger brother wants to win over the Pei family. He is not stupid enough to take the initiative to cause trouble for the Pei family.

"Your Highness the Twelfth Prince, Your Highness the Eighth Prince, Lord Left Prime Minister, please come in!" Pei Chun looked at the royal guards surrounding the horse farm and said with a smile.

Then he reached out and took out the map of the Colosseum from his sleeve.

Two slender white fingers held a thin piece of yellow paper, fluttering up and down in the breeze brought by the drizzle.

It was clearly written in yesterday's post that as long as the twelfth prince was willing to come, she would give him the map of the Colosseum.

The twelfth prince's eyes moved around Pei Chun's face, as if trying to determine Pei Chun's purpose in taking out this map.

Finally it fell into her hands.

"Cousin Funing is so kind to me." The twelfth prince smiled, but his eyes were full of caution.

After all, if this map is really so good, why didn't the Pei family take the initiative to take it to the emperor to seek credit?

How come this good thing happened to him...

“Don’t overthink it, Your Highness the Twelfth Prince. The Pei family just doesn’t want the Sixth Prince to be well.

This thing is a small token of the Pei family's appreciation." Pei Chun sensed the twelfth prince's hesitation and explained subconsciously.

After all, there are the Sixth Prince's private soldiers in the Colosseum, and she doesn't want to sacrifice the few scattered guards in her own princess's mansion to serve as pawns.

Not only would it attract attention, but it would also easily lead to the death of the guards.

Besides, she was the one who wanted to deceive people today. If she wasn't sincere, who would be fooled...

Pei Chun smiled sincerely and handed the map in his hand forward.

The twelfth prince was skeptical and hesitant in his heart, but he still gritted his teeth and reached out to take the map.

Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk. Among his father's children, only the Sixth Prince is older than him and is more likely to become the crown prince than him.

If the Sixth Prince can be captured this time, he will be the oldest among his father's children.

He couldn't wait to open the map in his hand, and after memorizing all the tiny roads drawn on it, he handed it to the Eighth Prince beside him.

Pei Chun also knew what the twelfth prince was thinking. There was a hint of invisible pity in her eyes as she looked at the eighth prince.

Tsk, who made this guy the son of the emperor's brother...

The eighth prince lowered his head and looked at the arrow pointing directly at the village next to the horse farm, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

If he could overthrow the Sixth Prince, his brother's position as Crown Prince would be a sure thing!

"Let's go!" He waved his hand, and the royal guards around him headed towards the village nearby in the rain.

When the left prime minister Dou Yu passed by Pei Chun's direction, he bowed respectfully to Pei Chun, and then followed the pace of the eighth prince.

Although this man is over 40 years old, he does not look old at all. He has the same face as the Twelfth Prince, but is more mature than the Twelfth Prince and has the demeanor of an elegant man.

This fully illustrates how a nephew resembles his uncle.

Pei Chun nodded in return.

"Oh, by the way, cousin Funing, at the banquet two days ago, I noticed that Aunt Jiashan was not walking properly. I happen to have a bottle of excellent ointment. I'll ask someone to bring it to you later."

The twelfth prince was well aware of the eldest princess's injury, but he did not say it out loud. Instead, he expressed his feelings in a tactful way.

Pei Chunxu hesitated and nodded with a smile.

Finally, he asked tentatively: "Aren't we going with His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince?"

She really couldn't wait to see the fierce fighting between the Twelfth Prince and the Sixth Prince's men.

The twelfth prince was slightly stunned: "In that case, let's go and take a look." He turned his gaze to Gu Yuan behind Pei Chun: "Cousin-in-law, please protect cousin Funing well."

"Of course." The paper umbrella in Gu Yuan's hand shook slightly.

Pei Chun and the twelfth prince walked through the muddy horse farm. When they found the so-called village where the sixth prince's private soldiers were hiding, the royal guards and the "villagers" in front were confronting each other.

The 'villagers' were all tall and strong adult men, and only their weapons looked a bit like those of villagers.

In their hands they held hoes, sickles, and a variety of kitchen knives and sticks.

They blocked the entrance to the village with red faces and ears, shouting loudly: "Get out! Get out! You are a bunch of running dogs of the imperial court!"

The eighth prince, who was leading the group, looked impatient and kicked over the cloth-clothed man who was blocking the road ahead.

He ordered fiercely: "Whoever gets in the way again will be killed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of royal guards behind him raised their spears and swung them at the group of people blocking the way in front of them.

The blood immediately dyed the land red.

The sound of flesh being pierced further intensified the conflict between the two sides. Both sides suddenly had red eyes and started fighting with their weapons raised.

Both sides were trained as soldiers, and their every move was indescribably similar.

The Eighth Prince spat and cursed, "These lowly slaves are blocking the way!"

What's the point of killing these people? Aren't you afraid that the people in the Colosseum will escape?

She remembered that the Sixth Prince had quite a few private soldiers...

Pei Chun looked behind the crowd.

That is the position of the left prime minister Dou Yu.

The man was waiting calmly with his arms folded, and three royal guards were protecting him.

Judging from the man's appearance, other entrances have probably been surrounded by his Royal Guards.

Tsk, even the Imperial Guards obey his orders, this guy has quite a lot of power...

Pei Chun was muttering to himself and didn't pay attention to the road under his feet. He accidentally stepped on a stone hidden in the mud.

The ankle was unbalanced and the body tilted to the side.

The twelfth prince was startled and was about to reach out to catch Pei Chun, but he saw Gu Yuan beside him quickly stretch out his arm and easily hug Pei Chun's waist.

In the blink of an eye, he straightened the person back to his feet.

No one was allowed to fall on this muddy ground.

The twelfth prince's expression changed slightly, and he asked tentatively: "The Third Prince of Western Frontier actually knows martial arts?"

He had not forgotten the news that Myna was assassinated in the hostage house.

Gu Yuan felt his temptation and reluctantly let go of the slender waist in his arms.

He turned to the twelfth prince and smiled: "I have just been following Mingjin to learn some moves these days."

The twelfth prince's eyes turned, and he remembered that the fifth son of the Pei family was studying in Xueyuanchuan. The doubts in his heart subsided a little: "So that's how it is."

He pretended to be relieved and took two steps forward with the help of his servants.

After a while, he turned his back to Gu Yuan and Pei Chun and suddenly said, "But why couldn't cousin Funing, who has been practicing martial arts for many years, avoid the stones under her feet?

On the contrary, it was the Third Prince who reacted so quickly and reached out to support Cousin Funing?"