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Chapter 949: The Wasteful Prince vs. the First Female Official 1

Compared to his previous high-spirited, aloof and noble appearance, the third prince is now obviously a little lost.

When he saw Xuan Yanjing coming from the direction of the palace gate, his eyes flashed slightly, and he probably guessed what Xuan Yanjing had done.

He curled his lips meaningfully and smiled at Xuan Yanjing.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is quite resourceful. He teamed up with the head of the Chunye Pavilion to plot this against my mother. He was truly deliberate."

Xuan Yanjing frowned. Although he didn't know what Xuan Qingxu was talking about at first, it was not difficult to understand after thinking about it.

He knew that Lingyao was the head of Chunye Pavilion, but he found out after Lingyao became his tutor and took him out of the palace.

But now it seems that the Third Prince and Concubine Wen probably thought that he had known about it for a long time and was using this matter to set a trap for them.

Xuan Yanjing was not going to explain to Xuan Qingxu, nor was there any need to explain.

He sneered, crossed his arms and leaned slightly against the beam beside him, his tone revealing a bit of nonchalant arrogance.

"Dragged you? I was the one who stuffed the disaster relief money into your Gongsun family's pockets almost half a year ago. And I was the one who raped Gongsun Nan? You're so disregarding of human life?"

"Third Prince, before you frame someone like this, can you please provide some evidence? Everyone says the Third Prince is incredibly talented, but... well, that's about it."

Xuan Yanjing was already very arrogant before he lost power, let alone now that he has turned things around.

That kind of infuriating energy can make people so angry that they vomit blood from their chest.

In this regard, Xuan Qingxu, who claims to be a gentleman, is naturally no match for Xuan Yanjing.

Xuan Yanjing was so angry that his chest heaved twice and then he left in a huff.

When Xuan Yanjing saw Xuan Qingxu walking away, the smile on his face finally fell.

Even a little solemn.

He knew that even though he now seemed to have the emperor's trust more than the third prince, these were all illusory things and he should become stronger.

At least, try to catch up with her.

After Xuan Yanjing returned to the palace, he began to study hard and practiced martial arts and military tactics every day.

He even studied more seriously and diligently than when Lingyao was around.

Everyone has lost a lot of weight.

There was still some flesh on his face before, but now it is almost skin touching the bones, and his facial features are angular, with a bit of sharpness and toughness that was not there before.

If Xuan Yanjing was still a young boy before, he now looks more like a man.

Even Chuntao was a little surprised when she saw Xuan Yanjing for the first time in Chunye Pavilion in the middle of the month.

He also secretly asked Xiao Fuzi what happened to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Xiao Fuzi was speechless. What else could she do? It must be that he turned his longing for the prince into motivation. Lord Wen was not around, and the prince didn't have many close friends in the palace. He spent all day studying and practicing martial arts. It would be strange if he wasn't strong.

Lingyao didn't think there was anything wrong, but just felt that he had lost weight. After that, she specially sent people to deliver things to the Prince's Palace regularly.

Not long after, the barbarians in the northwest suddenly rioted, and the emperor was troubled about who to send to fight.

There are currently two generals in the court who can be used, but one is still in the Bashu region to quell civil unrest and war.

Another one is a general from the Helian family who has not been on a campaign for a long time.

The emperor was reluctant to send the Helian family to quell the war. After all, he had finally managed to get the Helian family to hand over most of their military power. Now he had to give up power again, which was really a headache for him.

If the emperor were asked to find some young generals to go to the battlefield again, not only would the emperor be worried, but even the court officials would not agree.

Just when the emperor was busy and overwhelmed, Xuan Yanjing and Xuan Qingxu volunteered at the same time to go to the northwest to quell the war.

Xuan Qingxu had once followed the general to the border for garrison. Although he had never been on the battlefield, he had some experience.

But in Xuanyanjing, even the palace gates were rarely visited, and the war was settled through peace talks.

The emperor even suspected that Xuan Yanjing was here to cause trouble for him. That was until Xuan Yanjing single-handedly rushed into the military camp for the pre-marching parade and fought off the crowd, becoming the vanguard of the parade.

The emperor was shocked and from that moment on he began to take the prince, whom he had ignored for a long time, seriously.

Xuan Yanjing won a lot of applause during the competition, but he could not stand when he returned to the Prince's Palace after the competition.

After all, he had little practical experience, and the soldiers in the barracks used all kinds of strange tactics and brute force, so he actually suffered a lot of injuries.

Xuan Yanjing did not call the imperial physician, but asked Xiao Fuzi to bring him the medicine box and then wipe it himself.

Xiao Fuzi stood aside waiting, looking at the bruises on her prince's shoulders and back, she couldn't help but squint her eyes.

Thinking that Xuan Yanjing didn't want to call the imperial physician in the palace because he was afraid that the news would get out, but Your Highness could go outside the palace to find Lord Wen.

With the means of Lord Wen's Chunye Pavilion, wouldn't it be easy to find a miracle doctor?

After applying the medicine, Xuan Yanjing was in so much pain that he couldn't move. He lay on the bed and called back to Xiao Fuzi without much strength.

"No, I can't always rely on her for everything. I also need to grow into someone she can rely on."

Xiao Fuzi, a fourteen-year-old eunuch, did not understand Xuan Yanjing's thoughts, but Xuan Yanjing was his master. If his master said not to go, he could not disobey his master's order.

Fortunately, Xuan Yanjing had a good recovery ability and within two days, he was full of energy again.

Xuan Yanjing happily ran outside the palace to see Lingyao again, this time a few days before the middle of the month.

After all, he will be going to war in a few days, and then he will have no time to meet Lingyao.

Yes, because of Xuan Yanjing's overly ostentatious deeds, the emperor agreed to let him and the third prince go on the expedition together.

The two of them served as the main commanders, and the generals of the Helian family assisted as deputy commanders.

This method was exactly what the emperor wanted.

After all, this way not only can the military power be handed over to his son, but also the general of the Helian family will serve as the deputy commander of Xuan Yanjing in the name of training the prince. There is nothing wrong with it either from an emotional or logical point of view.

There will be no situation where the disagreement between the coach and the deputy coach affects the battle situation.

It was getting dark when Xuan Yanjing arrived at Chunye Pavilion. He went straight to the top floor. Along the way, the people in Chunye Pavilion saw this eye-catching man, but pretended not to see him. No one stepped forward to stop him.

What a joke! They are not blind. The last person who saw the prince going upstairs has now been sent to the kitchen to burn firewood.

However, compared to chatting and laughing with some pot-bellied drunkards in Chunye Pavilion, some people would rather go to the kitchen to burn firewood.

This job is easy and leisurely. All you have to do is burn firewood every day and you don’t have to worry about anything else.

Xuan Yanjing put his hands behind his back before entering and knocking on the door.

"Enter."

A familiar voice came from inside the house.

Xuan Yanjing curled his lips into a smile, turned his wrist, and raised the thing in his hand in front of his face.

The voice was joyful: "It's for you."

There was a moment of silence in the room. Xuan Yanjing put down the big bouquet of flowers in his hand, and then looked into the eyes of Su Qing and Ling Yao in the room.