Chapter 140： Melee princes

What happens when the wine jar is smashed on the head of a prince, not to mention the maids who are there, even the princes who are also princes can't imagine.

But this is happening right now!

At that moment, everyone was dumbfounded, and even the five princes who were smashed did not respond.

Of course, others did not respond because of surprise, and the fifth prince did not respond because of dizziness after being hit.

A blood stream snaked down the forehead of the fifth prince, dripping into his mouth that was too shocked.

There was a strong smell of blood, and the fifth prince awakened like a dream, and jumped up and shouted: "How dare you hit me?"

The fifth prince's mother and concubine are the daughters of the generals. The fifth prince loves punches and kicks since childhood, and is considered the best in many princes. After reacting, he immediately responded.

Yu Jin sneered, stretched out his hand to grab the fifth prince's arm and twisted him firmly on the long table, then punched him with his fist.

Some people have a bad mouth and must be beaten first!

All the princes were stunned.

So the brothers can still be so direct?

Among them, the four princes had the most ugly expressions, and they almost rolled their eyes.

He organized a birthday banquet for nothing more than trying to gain a good reputation as a brother, friend, and respectful. Why did he cause two princes to fight like punks?

If the fifth brother is beaten up by the seventh brother, he will not be able to please him in front of the father.

Thinking about it this way, the fourth prince hurriedly went up to grab a stand: "Seventh brother, stop it—"

When other princes saw this, whether they were sincere or insincere, they tried to persuade them.

Yu Jin just got tired from the fight and relaxed his suppression of the fifth prince.

The fifth prince was free with both hands for a while, and immediately punched out.

Hearing a bang, his fist hit the sixth prince's face, and the sixth prince burst out with a nosebleed.

The sixth prince, who had already drunk a little too much, touched his nose. When he saw the blood, he was immediately furious. He raised his hand and slapped the fifth prince.

The string of reason in the mind of the fifth prince was broken long ago, his fist was squeezed, his legs were not idle, he kicked the eighth prince into the air, and shouted angrily: "All beat me, all beat Me, let you all beat me!"

The eighth prince hit the third prince at once, and the two fell together under the huge inertia.

The Eighth Prince stretched out his hand out of instinct, and seemed to have caught something soft.

what is this? The idea flashed through the Eighth Prince's mind, and he squeezed subconsciously.

The third prince let out a scream, rolling back and forth in pain while holding his hand.

The four princes are all ill.

Isn't the eighth brother breaking the third brother's life?

Uh, this seems like good news, but it depends on when! This kind of thing happened at the banquet he organized, and the third brother will not hate him forever!

The fourth prince rushed forward to comfort the third prince in a fake pretence: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

I also don’t know if the third prince was intentional or unintentional. When he rolled, half of his body just pressed the trouser legs of the fourth prince. The fourth prince stepped back subconsciously, suddenly feeling the coldness of his legs, and looked intently at the fact that the pants and the coat were torn by the third prince. Come down.

In the blink of an eye, a group of princes broke into a ball.

The people who were waiting on the sidelines were stunned.

The prince who was struggling to get away finally called the guards to separate the princes, and then watched several brothers with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, and bursts of angina.

It's a big game now!

Half an hour later, the seven princes knelt side by side in the hall, and Emperor Jingming stood with his hands behind him, pacing back and forth with anger.

The prince heard the wind and rushed to see the excitement. Before he could speak, Emperor Jing Ming stretched out his hand and said, "You also kneel for me!"

Prince: "..." He didn't say anything yet, he was just watching the fun!

Emperor Jingming didn't care about the prince's thoughts. From his point of view, the sons fought in groups, and the one who stayed out of the matter wouldn't be punished because he still rewarded a big red flower?

Emperor Jingming got more and more angry, and coldly swept a glance at the stone steps.

These are his proud sons!

The imperial family of the Great Zhou Dynasty has always had few heirs. When he came to his seven sons, he always felt that he could be proud of his ancestors and ancestors. Who knows that there are too many sons and so many troubles!

and many more!

Emperor Jing Ming, who was pacing back and forth, suddenly stunned.

He just said how many sons are here?

One, two...eight.

Not right!

Emperor Jingming silently counted it again, and it was still eight.

There are obviously seven sons, why is there one more?

Kneeling down the steps, all of them buried their heads low, only the top of their heads could be seen.

"Hold up your head!" Jingming Emperor silently counted for the third time and ordered.

As an emperor, especially a self-proclaimed emperor, a number within ten is impossible to count wrong!

The princes raised their heads honestly, Yu Jin caught in them quite calmly.

Emperor Jingming first looked from the far left.

Boss, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, fourth, eighth, prince...

Hey, why are there two fourths?

Emperor Jingming raised his hand and rubbed the sun too much, a little dizzy.

He walked down the stone steps to see more clearly, and this gaze suddenly fell on Yu Jin.

"you--"

When I really saw it clearly, I realized that the young man in front of me was much more handsome than the old fourth, with more refined features, more outstanding temperament, and a more upright posture, as if the original somewhat thick model had been carefully adjusted.

The image is still the same, and anyone can see the similarities between the two at a glance, but the young man looks more brilliant than the fourth.

"I would like to see the emperor father." Yu Jin let Emperor Jingming see enough, and looked down.

"Really?" Emperor Jing Ming became more confused and couldn't help but glance at his confidant **** Pan Hai.

Pan Hai immediately reminded in a low voice: "The emperor, this is the seventh prince."

Emperor Jingming was stunned, and it took him a long time to react, staring at Yu Jin with scorching eyes: "Are you the seventh?"

"It's the child."

Emperor Jingming was silent for a while.

He almost forgot about this son.

No, it is not right to say that he has forgotten, because this son has left the palace since he was born, but in his heart he is the most special one.

But this kind of specialness does not make him remember that there is such a son anytime and anywhere. Just as he looked at his son who was kneeling in a row, he never expected that there was still Seventh.

Seeing that Emperor Jingming's face was wrong, Pan Hai quietly wiped his sweat, already in his heart cursing the reckless guard as a dog-blood spray.

The emperor heard that several princes were fighting so hard that they ordered all the princes to be brought over, and all of them were actually brought over. There was a seventh prince in it, so he didn't know to say it in advance.

These idiots!

"The emperor, today is the birthday of the seventh prince, and the seventh prince is eighteen years old." Pan Hai said in a low voice, knowing the taboo of Emperor Jingming.

Hearing this, Emperor Jingming moved his eyebrows, and sighed after a long time: "Time flies so fast."

Suddenly an eighteen-year-old son appeared, just like Bai Jian.

No one knew what Emperor Jingming meant, and the hall was quiet.

Glancing at the sons who were kneeling in a row, Emperor Jing Ming's face sank: "Let's talk about it, what's going on today!"