Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

Zhou Peng turned to look at Zhang Jingwei, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes: "Humph, he actually dared to offend the princess and dirty her eyes. Such a traitor, shouldn't he be killed?"

Zhang Jingwei shouted nonchalantly, "Even dogs have that thing. So what if she sees it? How about I take out mine and let her see it!" Before he finished speaking, this guy actually reached out to unbuckle his belt.

"Ah~" Jiuer and the princess were frightened and screamed at the same time. They quickly covered their eyes with their hands, turned around, and dared not look again.

Zhou Peng, standing by, shouted anxiously, "Princess, please don't look! This little bastard actually dared to take off his clothes in public!"

At this moment, Zhang Jingwei showed an extremely obscene smile, muttering to himself: "Hey, hey, come and take a look, compare me with him, what's the difference!"

Jiu'er was so angry that her face turned red. She cursed coquettishly: "What a shameless person! Bastard!"

The princess was even more ashamed and annoyed, and roared angrily: "If you were not Ling'er's husband, I would not have stopped my uncle from shooting you to death!"

However, Zhang Jingwei showed no intention of restraining himself. He continued to shake his indecent thing shamelessly, and while shaking it, he slowly backed away until he retreated into his room.

Inside the room, Zhang Liu anxiously stepped forward and exclaimed, "Master! What are you doing?"

Zhang Jingwei hurriedly urged, "Sixth Uncle, close the door quickly, close it tightly!"

Zhang Liu looked at the scene before him, shook his head helplessly and said, "Master, you'd better put on your pants quickly!"

Zhang Jingwei put on a bitter face and said defensively, "Sixth Uncle, I had no choice but to do this!"

……

Huangfu Ling went to the farm to collect grain. These tasks were originally assigned to the housekeeper. Wang Heng had been beheaded in this smuggling case, and the family could not find anyone to replace Wang Heng as the housekeeper, so now all the management work has to be done by him.

As soon as we entered the city, the guards at home ran towards us, shouting, "Miss, something terrible has happened! Miss!"

The maid Douya yelled, "What are you doing? How can you be so flustered?"

The guard gasped and said, "Just now, three people, a man and a woman, each holding a gleaming sword, rushed into the mansion with great momentum, shouting that they wanted to cause trouble for the son-in-law!"

Upon hearing this, Douya immediately turned to look at Huangfu Ling and said anxiously, "Miss, in my opinion, my son-in-law must have offended someone outside again, and now he's come to cause trouble!"

Huangfu Lingxiu frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "I understand! Douya, quickly go to the garrison camp and inform father about this. I will go back to the mansion to see what the situation is!"

Douya quickly nodded and replied, "Yes, miss!" Then she turned around and left in a hurry.

Huangfu Lingze rushed back to the Marquis's residence at lightning speed, heading straight for the east courtyard. From a distance, she saw the neatly arranged flowers and plants now in disarray, clearly a scene of intense fighting. She quickly ordered a servant to fetch her sword.

Soon, Huangfu Ling got his sword and was about to rush into the courtyard to investigate. However, at this moment, Zhang Jingwei's shrill laughter suddenly came from the courtyard. Huangfu Ling was startled and couldn't help but look into the courtyard curiously.

It would have been fine if she hadn't seen it, but once she did, Huangfu Ling's face flushed red and her heart pounded. It turned out that her nominal husband, Zhang Jingwei, was actually swinging his obscene thing in the yard without restraint. What was even more unexpected was that her two best friends were also there!

Seeing Huangfu Ling standing there in a daze, the confused guard asked, "How's it going? Miss, do you want to charge?"

Huangfu Ling was embarrassed and annoyed, "What are you rushing for? Just let him die!"

……

In Zhang Jingwei's house, Dong Dazhuang was holding the door tightly with his broad shoulders, while outside the door there was something banging and roaring like a ferocious beast.

On the other side, Zhang Liu was sitting at the table, staring at a piece of letter placed on the table.

At this moment, Zhang Liu suddenly said, "The princess is here?"

Zhang Jingwei, who was sitting nearby, heard this and showed a hint of doubt on his face. He asked, "Sixth Uncle, do you still know the princess?"

Zhang Liu smiled faintly, as if lost in memories of the past, and slowly said, "Sima Yanran, you've been to Yunzhou before. But back then, you were busy teasing the young lady all day, so the two of you never got to meet!"

Hearing this, Zhang Jingwei couldn't help but sigh: "It sounds like this princess is very fierce!"

Zhang Liu nodded and continued to recall, "Back then, in order to win over our Zhang family, the Prince of Jin was determined to marry the princess to you so that we could become in-laws."

Zhang Jingwei frowned and said with disdain, "It's a good thing I didn't marry her in the end. Looking at her attitude, she must be a willful princess, always making trouble. Who can stand it?"

Zhang Liuyi patted his chest and shouted, "What are you afraid of? Young Master, you are a real man, how could you be afraid of a woman?"

However, Zhang Jingwei smiled bitterly and shook his head, helplessly answering: "Sixth Uncle, I'm not afraid of ordinary women, but those who have practiced martial arts! If we really fight, I won't be able to beat her!"

The noise outside the door stopped after a while. Zhang Jingwei wanted to go forward to check, but was stopped by Dong Dazhuang.

"Master, be careful!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, several arrows pierced through the paper window and hit Zhang Jingwei on the head.

"Uh--!"

It didn't hurt much when it was first inserted, but after a while, the heart-wrenching pain spread throughout his body and he lay on the ground screaming.

When Zhang Liu heard this, he immediately flew into a rage and roared with his eyes wide open: "How dare someone hurt me! Hai'er, quickly push my wheelchair out, I'm going to go and confront them myself!" His angry voice seemed to be able to shake the sky.

Liang Dahai, who was standing nearby, quickly responded, "Yes!" Then he quickly walked behind Zhang Liu and steadily pushed the wheelchair out.

After Zhang Liu was pushed out of the room, Dong Dazhuang squatted down and carefully examined the arrows scattered on the ground. He reached out and gently pinched the tip of one of the arrows. With a little force, the arrowhead instantly shattered like dirt.

Dong Dazhuang stood up and said to Zhang Jingwei, who was lying on the ground, "Young Master, don't be alarmed. These are just clay swords, the kind archers usually use for practice."

Zhang Jingwei covered his head and asked in confusion: "Ah? Why does it hurt so much when this thing hits my head? Look, it's bleeding!" As he said that, he took away his hand covering the wound and showed Dong Dazhuang the wound that was bleeding.

Dong Dazhuang quickly stepped forward to take a look, then comforted him, "Don't worry, Master. These are just minor injuries. You've been pampered since childhood, so your skin is naturally more delicate than that of ordinary people. It's easy to get hurt by a little external force. This is completely normal."

Zhang Jingwei was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat, but when he saw outside, the cold sweat was suppressed.