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Zhuo Yu knew that he was mocking himself for calling himself a concubine, Zhuo Yu felt sad and bowed his head in silence.Chu Xiongjie couldn't see him being wronged and wronged, Qu Jiao Didi, got on his horse, and was about to leave, when suddenly he heard Zhuo Yu's voice beside him, a little muffled, but full of stubbornness: "It's an insult for the Holy Majesty to compare me to an actor Your Majesty's own face, the marriage is a foregone conclusion, your Majesty cannot break the contract at will, I will fulfill the agreement, so there is nothing wrong with it." After Zhuoyu finished speaking, he put his hands on the saddle, trying to pretend to be riding the horse effortlessly, The palms and calves were tense, but the horse didn't seem obedient, and didn't obediently let him ride on it, but struggled on the spot, making Zhuo Yu into a mess.

Chu Xiongjie didn't give orders, and the people around him wouldn't take the initiative to help hold the horse. Zhuoyu couldn't get on the horse several times, and he could feel the disdainful gaze from Chu Xiongjie beside him, which made him even more dissatisfied, and he gritted his teeth. To tame the horse's appearance, in this way, Zhuo Yu's movements began to be disorderly, and his strength became stronger. After doing this, the horse was frightened, became impatient, and was about to kick Zhuo Yu with its hind legs.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhuo Yu caught a glimpse of the horseshoeed hoof that was about to kick over, but he seemed unable to dodge in time, in the blink of an eye, Zhuo Yu only felt his waist tighten, his cheek brushed against the howling cold wind, When he came back to his senses, he was hung on the horse in front of Chu Xiongjie, and he heard a low voice above his head: "Drive!"

The steed flew away, and Zhuo Yu, who was jolted, let out a soft cry.

Chu Xiongjie didn't care how uncomfortable or cold the person he randomly put on the horse was. Chu Xiongjie was depressed and wanted to ride a horse for a run. He was born as a general, grew up on a horse, and rode very fast. But it was hard for Zhuo Yu, firstly he had never felt such a fast speed, and when early winter was approaching, the cold wind hit his cheeks like gravel, he lowered his head, his head was congested and felt very uncomfortable, secondly, Stomach resting on the saddle, bumping all the way, I just felt the contents in my stomach overwhelmed.

Zhuo Yu wanted to speak, but he was afraid that he would spit it out. He held back very uncomfortable, and scratched in mid-air, and accidentally caught Chu Xiongjie's clothes. One tug, one tug, pulling back Chu Xiongjie, who was enjoying the fast horse and the high wind, and looked down at the poor Yazi in front of him, with disgust in his eyes, Chu Xiongjie tightened the reins, and slowly slowed down , reached out to pick up Zhuo Yu's belt, and threw him to the ground.

The moment he landed, Zhuo Yu finally couldn't bear the discomfort from his stomach, lay down on the ground and vomited, tears streaming down his face.

It was very ugly and embarrassing.

Zhuo Yu was lying on the dry grass, his fingers firmly gripping the grass below him, his knuckles were white, his whole body was stiff, so many eyes fell on him, the wedding dress he was wearing had been tampered with at some point Messy, hair bun was also blown away by the strong wind.

Not long ago, he was the most honorable son of the Wei Kingdom. His father loved him, his father loved him, and his brother held him in his palm. He came from a noble family. Although he was a son, he was as proud as other princes.

But what about now?In a foreign land, he knelt on the ground in a state of embarrassment, looking so humble.

His pride was trampled to pieces, and he dishonored Wei Guo.

For the first time in his life, Zhuo Yu felt despair. Just as he was trembling uncontrollably, a pair of boots appeared in his vision blurred by tears, and Zhuo Yu looked up.

Chu Xiongjie bent down and handed over a piece of silk, with no expression on his face: "What does it look like, wipe it, and continue on the road." After speaking, Chu Xiongjie held the silk and stuck it on Zhuo Yu's tear-stained face: "If the most honorable son of the Wei Kingdom is so vulnerable, then you don't even have the qualifications to be a widow's concubine."

Zhuo Yu blinked, and looked at the man in front of him foolishly, on the grassland where the sky was getting dark, it became a silhouette in Zhuo Yu's heart.