Zhu Youjian just hugged Zhang Zhiji's body and said nothing.

Zhang Zhiji looked up at Zhu Youjian and asked, "Why? Fifth Brother, why is this happening? My father has agreed to us."

Zhu Youjian just shook his head speechlessly. He really didn't know how to comfort Zhang Zhiji.

Zhang Zhiji gradually stopped wailing, slowly put down Furong, and then slowly stood up. He saw his fists clenched with both hands and his knuckles turned white.

He saw him slowly walking towards Fang Shihong who was sitting on the horse. At this time, Fang Shihong was surrounded by more than a dozen people led by the city censor Xue Zhen and could not escape. Xue Zhen was talking to him something.

Seeing Zhang Zhiji and the gaze that was about to kill, Fang Shihong shouted anxiously, "He wants to kill, stop him quickly, let me go, I'm going to be killed by him."

Xue Zhen also saw Zhang Zhiji's terrifying and vicious gaze at this time, and hurriedly said, "Don't be impulsive, stop him."

But his subordinates were all right away, and it was too late to dismount and stop him. At this moment, Zhang Yong, who came with Zhang Zhiji, hugged Zhang Zhiji's waist from behind.

Zhang Zhiji did not struggle, but said calmly, "Uncle Yong, let go of me, I want to take revenge."

"Tiyu, don't be impulsive. The soldiers patrolling the city have surrounded him and he can't run away." Zhang Yong comforted him while holding Zhang Zhiji.

"Uncle Yong, let me go, I will kill him with my own hands."

"No, you can't get rid of it if you kill him."

Seeing that Zhang Zhiji still did not let go, Zhang Zhiji walked forward stubbornly with all his strength. Zhang Yong was born in the army and what he lacked the most was strength. If Zhang Yong had his strength in normal times, he might be able to completely control Zhang Zhiji, but Zhang Zhiji was in a state of grief and anger, but Zhang Yong seemed to be unable to hold on.

However, the British Duke specially handed over Zhang Zhiji to him. If Zhang Zhiji killed Fang Shihong in front of everyone and caused trouble, he would be unable to redeem him for a hundred deaths, so he had to try his best to hug Zhang Zhiji.

Zhang Zhiji could no longer walk when he was half a step away from Fang Shihong's horse. In grief and anger, he roared "ah", leaned forward, swung his right hand as hard as he could, and punched the horse's head, and then another punch.

Fang Shihong's horse was riding on the horse and fell down from it.

At this time, the city censor Xue Zhen and a group of subordinates had already dismounted. Some of them surrounded Fang Shihong, while others stepped forward to help Zhang Yong hold Zhang Zhiji.

Xue Zhen knew these two famous second-generations in the capital. No one could afford to offend him, but if such a big case occurred in front of everyone, he would not be able to cover up. If Zhang Zhiji was asked to kill Fang Shihong under his nose, he would arrest him regardless of whether there was a reason or not.

"Young Master Fang, you offended me." Xue Zhen first said to Fang Shihong, then told his subordinates, arrested these people and sent them to Shuntian Mansion.

"Do you dare to arrest me? Do you know who I am?" Although Fang Shihong fell heavily, he couldn't help but shout when he saw that the little censor of the city patrol was about to arrest him.

"Human life is at stake. In such a public eye, I think even if the Prime Minister comes, I am afraid that it will not be able to protect Mr. Fang." Xue Zhen was very angry when he saw that this playboy had killed human life and was so arrogant. He said to his subordinates who had not taken action for a long time, "Why are you still standing there? Take them away."

"Let me go, let me go." Zhang Zhiji struggled desperately by being stopped by a group of people. Seeing Fang Shihong being taken away, he was powerless. He could only stare at Fang Shihong's red eyes and roared in the direction of Fang Shihong, "If you don't take this revenge, I, Zhang Zhiji, will not be a human being."

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, I, Xue Zhen, will definitely participate in this matter truthfully and will not let this girl die in vain. Let's go." Xue Zhen clasped her fists at Zhang Zhiji who was still struggling.

After hearing the word "death", Zhang Zhijiru was exhausted and stopped struggling. If he hadn't been pulled at this time, he would have collapsed to the ground.

Xue Zhen left one after another with the soldiers patrolling the city.

Zhang Zhiji felt like he had lost his soul, and no one responded no matter how much he greeted him.

"Tiyu, please cheer up. Miss Shui is still lying there. Do you have the heart to let her lie down like this all the time?"

After hearing this, Zhang Zhiji reacted a little, but he still walked to Furong in a daze, gently picked up Furong, who was covered in blood and covered in rags, and whispered in her ear, "Madam, let's go home."

Zhang Zhiji didn't get on the horse, so he held Furong in his hands and walked step by step towards the Duke's Mansion along the way he came. The others were afraid that something would happen to him on the road, so they all followed him with their horses behind.

After such a big incident, someone had already gone to the Duke's Mansion to report to the British Duke. After hearing the people's reports, Zhang Weixian felt a little sad, and then hurriedly sent someone to inquire about the news.

He knew Zhang Zhiji's nature, and since his son, who had always obeyed his own will, dared to argue with him for that woman, it means that he really put his heart on this woman. He just agreed to their affairs tonight, and how many people could bear it with such great joy and sorrow.

Soon, the person who went to inquire about the news came back to report. Zhang Zhiji came to the Duke's Mansion with Furong in his arms. Zhang Weixian hurried out of the mansion and waited at the door.

Soon, Zhang Zhiji was holding Furong, followed by a group of people towards the mansion. Zhang Weixian saw his son's expressionless look, and he was not the boy who was chatting and laughing in the past. He hurried forward and pulled his son's arm to comfort him.

Zhang Zhi swung Zhang Weixian's hand away, "From today, Shuise will be my wife. I want her to enter the ancestral hall and the ancestral tomb. If you object again, you will assume that there is no son of me."

After saying that, he ignored Zhang Weixian's reaction and walked step by step onto the stone steps in front of the mansion with Furong step by step.

Seeing Zhang Zhiji and Furong's appearance, Zhang Weixian felt a lot of guilt. If he had agreed earlier, he would have been afraid that there would be no such things. At this point, he was most worried that his son would be depressed in the future.

Looking at Zhang Zhiji's firm back, Zhang Weixian responded with distress, "Everything depends on you, everything depends on you."

"Zhang Yong, bring the troops with me to Fang Mansion." When Zhang Zhiji entered the mansion, Zhang Weixian immediately showed the majesty of the commander of the Beijing camp.

Although he was the commander of the Beijing camp, he could not transfer troops privately in the capital, so all of these soldiers changed their clothes to the Duke's Mansion. It was very common for occupation of the service these days. Not to mention changing outfits, even wearing the Beijing camp outfit to do some private affairs, the emperor said a few words.

When the people gathered, Zhang Weixian turned over and headed towards Fang Mansion.

When he arrived at Fang Mansion, without waiting for Zhang Weixian's order, Zhang Yong ordered everyone to unshelf his sword and gun and surrounded Fang Mansion.
Chapter completed!