This palm wind is extremely fierce, as heavy as Mount Tai, but it is not fast enough for martial arts practitioners to react and resist.
Du Fengju's eyes widened, and a silver-white unicorn suit reflected in his eyes.
Zhu Yi, wait!
He thought calmly in his heart, but remained motionless, seemingly powerless to resist, allowing the palm wind to hit him in front of him, and it was about to hit his chest.
With a "whoosh" sound in the air, an object rushed towards the direction of the palm wind with great power, causing the palm wind to freeze slightly, but the next moment, the palm wind still hit his chest.
He was caught in the wind of his palm and fell backwards uncontrollably. The moment he was about to fall to the ground, a figure flew over from the palace door, supported him from behind, and shouted urgently: "Feng Ju."
Du Fengju couldn't help but groaned, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
He couldn't move at all, and allowed the person behind him to help him up. The familiar breath rushed into his nose, making him feel relieved.
It's Your Highness, Your Highness is here!
Zheng Ji lowered his head and carefully supported Du Fengju, his movements were quick but extremely gentle.
She pursed her lips tightly, and her face was chiseled with a sword. She looked calm and steady.
Only Du Fengju, whose back was close to her hands, could feel her trembling.
Her hands were trembling and her breath was disordered. Your Highness...she was afraid.
Du Fengju twitched the corners of his lips, trying to show a smile to comfort her, but it affected the injury on his chest. He took a breath and was speechless, and the bloodshot eyes at the corners of his mouth became longer.
"Don't move." Zheng Ji said in a deep voice, his tone sounded dangerous.
Her breath was right next to his ear, and the warm touch made him dare not move - he couldn't move.
Although this palm blow was deliberately restrained and 90% of its strength was finally relieved, it still caused him injury.
Although it was not a serious injury to the lungs, it was still serious for a frail person like him.
I wonder, is the emperor satisfied with this test?
Du Fengju gasped, his eyes passing by the silver-white unicorn uniform, and then his eyelids drooped feebly.
Silver-white unicorn uniform, the most senior position in the Fengchen Guard. Currently, only one person in the Fengchen Guard is qualified to wear this clothes.
In order to test him, Emperor Yongning actually dispatched his deputy Zhu Yi.
No need, he really doesn't know martial arts.
Zheng Ji's eyes were always on Du Fengju, so focused that she didn't even look at him, whether it was Emperor Yongning or Zhu Yi in the dark.
She curled up her two fingers and wiped the corners of his lips with her index finger a few times, wiping away the trace of blood without saying a word.
It wasn't until Du Fengju's breath calmed down that she looked up at Emperor Yongning and said firmly, "Father, I want to send Fengju back to the Taifu's Mansion first, is that okay?"
Emperor Yongning twirled his beard and nodded.
He looked at Du Fengju, whose eyes were half-closed, his usually gentle expression rather solemn.
He sighed and said: "Go. Changding, on behalf of my father, tell the Taifu that this is my fault. I will explain to the Taifu later."
Zheng Ji pursed his lips tightly and did not respond.
When Emperor Yongning saw this, he glanced in Zhu Yi's direction.
Zhu Yi took a step forward and stepped out of the shadows. The unicorn uniform on his body swayed with a trace of silver as he moved.
His face was covered with a silver mask, and his appearance was unclear.
I have never heard that Zhu Yi, the deputy general of Fengchen Guard, had the habit of wearing a mask. ——I don’t want people in the palace to see his appearance clearly.
"Your Highness, I made a mistake and acted harshly. Please forgive me! Mr. Du, I will apologize to Mr. Du later."
His voice sounded unusually clear and childish, making people completely unaware that it was the elusive Lieutenant General Feng Chenwei beside the emperor.
A sudden heavy move?
How could Lieutenant General Feng Chenwei make such a stupid mistake?
Every move he makes, the angle of the palm wind, and the place where the palm falls are all carefully calculated and are accurate.
Zheng Jifang
It was as if the Buddha didn't hear his words and didn't look at him at all.
Everyone could see that she was trying her best to suppress it at the moment, and her whole body was so cold that it seemed to freeze others to death.
Emperor Yongning frowned and called lightly: "Changding..."
Unexpectedly, Zheng Ji raised his head and said coldly: "Father, I will leave the palace first."
"..." Emperor Yongning had never been interrupted before, and he felt a slight displeasure in his heart.
However, in the current situation, he was indeed in the wrong.
He never expected that Du Tong's youngest son would be so weak, that he could not even block Zhu Yi Yicheng's palm wind.
No, it wasn't even 10%, because Chang Ding blocked it, and only half of the palm wind actually fell on him.
He did want to test Du Tong's youngest son, but he didn't want to push the situation to an irreversible point.
But Du Fengju's injury was still more serious than he thought.
Seeing Du Fengju's half-closed eyes and weak breathing, he couldn't say anything else.
"Go. Xue Gong, order the imperial physician from the Imperial Medical Office to go to the Imperial Tutor's Mansion immediately and bring the best medicine for injuries."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Zheng Ji still had a cold expression on his face, turning a deaf ear to the emperor's instructions, and focused all his attention on Du Fengju.
Qin Zhou and Li Xing'en were both waiting outside Zichen Hall. When they saw Zheng Ji helping Du Fengju come out, their expressions changed with shock.
They immediately stepped forward and offered help to their highness, but they did not dare to say anything.
They could feel His Highness' suppressed murderous intent, like lava under an iceberg. They were afraid that as soon as they opened their mouths, His Highness's majestic murderous intent would pour out.
Now, he is 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. Young Master... What happened to Young Master?
He panicked and quickly moved closer, extremely anxious: "Your Highness, Young Master, he..."
His words stopped suddenly because Zheng Ji glanced at him.
It was an ordinary glance, but he felt as if he was locked by the murderous intent and couldn't move.
Seeing His Highness Changding sending his son to the carriage of Princess Changding's mansion, Pei Yanshan wanted to speak, but closed his mouth again.
That's all, the carriage at Princess Changding's residence is larger and more comfortable. The young master is injured, so it would be more appropriate to take His Highness's carriage.
…
On the carriage, Zheng Ji carefully put Du Fengju down, helped him lean against the carriage, and adjusted a comfortable angle for him.
She had never done such a job of serving someone before, and her movements were extremely gentle, as if she was afraid of hurting him.
Du Fengju opened his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, showed a weak smile, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Highness, I...I'm fine."
His eyes were as gentle as water. He endured the pain in his chest and stretched out his hand to touch Zheng Ji's right hand.
Zheng Ji lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Du Fengju held his breath, held her right hand with all his strength, and said softly: "Your Highness, I...are fine. Can you...relax?"
As he spoke, he lowered his eyes and hooked Zheng Ji's fingers with his fingers. One by one, very slowly but very firmly, he pried her fingers apart.
Her palms were indeed bloody and bloody!
