The draw of lots in the first round of competition, the most unexpected ones were Zong Zixiao and Li Buyu.
One is rumored to be the youngest son who is extremely talented and loved by Zong Tianzi, and the other is the grandson of the head of the Wuliang School, and the nephew who is regarded as his own by the empress, but these two must be eliminated in the first round of competition one. Given the in-law relationship between the Zong family and the Wuliang faction, no matter who loses, this scene is not very good.
As soon as the news spread, many people bet silently in private. Li Buyu has outstanding roots and studied under the head of the Wuliang Sect, while Zong Zixiao formed an alchemy at the age of nine, a rare genius who is rare in a hundred years, but he is three years younger. I don't know who to say is unlucky.
After seeing the roster, the scene was very embarrassing for a while, Li Buyu politely said, "It's a pleasure to meet an opponent", and so on, and left in a hurry.
Zong Ziheng dragged Zong Zixiao to a place where no one was around, with a headache on his face.
"Brother, don't worry, I won't lose to him." Not only did Zong Zixiao not feel worried at all, he was even a little excited.
"I'm worried about you losing, and I'm also worried about you winning." Zong Ziheng rubbed his eyebrows and said with a sigh.
"Why worry about me winning? I definitely want to win him." Zong Ziheng snorted lightly, not hiding his eagerness to win, "And I always wanted to beat him with my own hands, and this draw has fulfilled my wish."
"He is the empress' nephew."
Zong Zixiao said coldly: "So what? On the stage, everyone depends on their ability. Could it be that if I win him, the Empress can blame me?"
"Xiao Jiu, the empress has always been very jealous of you and the concubine Chu, but because of my father, she won't treat me like..." Zong Ziheng paused, and said in a deep voice, "In short, elder brother hopes that you will stop as soon as possible. Don't provoke Li Buyu, and don't really hurt him."
Zong Zixiao curled his lips reluctantly: "Got it."
Zong Ziheng patted his younger brother on the shoulder: "Brother will watch you, and brother also believes that you will win."
Only then did Zong Zixiao show a smile: "I will never embarrass big brother."
"Let's go."
The first day of the Jiaolong Club was the first round of martial arts competition between the younger students and their opponents drawn by lottery, but all the competitions on this day were not as attractive as the duel between Zong Zixiao and Li Buyu.
Two teenagers with outstanding family background, aptitude, and appearance stood solemnly on the competition field, their childish faces were full of murderous aura, and their sharp eyes collided in the air. Just the confrontation of eyes has already made everyone around People feel a powerful spiritual pressure.
Zong Ruoning whispered, "Brother, will Xiao Jiu win?"
"Yes." Zong Ziheng said firmly.
"But Li Buyu is three years older than Xiao Jiu."
"There are still many powerful opponents waiting for him. If he can't even beat Li Buyu, then it wouldn't be wrong to stop here."
"Brother, why does Li Buyu always like to play with you?" Zong Ruoning asked puzzled, "Isn't he the empress' nephew?"
Zong Ziheng said softly, "Keep your voice down."
Zong Ruoning quietly covered her mouth.
Zong Ziheng lowered his head and whispered in his sister's ear: "When he was young, I accidentally saved him."
After Zong Ziheng and Li Buyu saluted each other, they drew their swords at the same time.
Zong Xuanjian is known as the best swordsmanship in the world, but before the birth of Zong's ancestor, Wuliangjian was the best swordsman. In fact, there is no distinction between high and low swordsmanship.
This martial arts competition can be described as hearty and hearty, even if it is placed on adults, it is also very interesting, let alone two teenagers.
Li Buyu's skills are remarkable, and he must be a "son of other people" as a role model among his peers. He didn't embarrass the Wuliang faction at all, but unfortunately, he met Zong Zixiao.
Zong Zixiao is not tall enough, and currently he is using a small sword, but he has shown shocking ability. Everyone knows that Li Buyu will lose.
Zongxuanjian and Wuliangjian are both top-level swordsmanship, but they are completely different in style.
Zongxuan sword uses offense as defense, and the sword is slanted. The moves are very brutal and vicious, and can often be resolved quickly, while the profound meaning of Wuliang sword is full of tradition and elegance. endlessly. This is like fighting wine on the wine table, Zong Xuanjian punished himself with three cups when he came up, shocking everyone, and Wuliangjian stood upright one cup after another.
There is no difference between the two, it all depends on the swordsman's cultivation level, Zong Xuanjian can usually end the battle vigorously and vigorously in the shortest time, but if it is dragged by the Wuliangjian to start consuming each other, it will be very disadvantageous.
However, Li Buyu was still too young and did not have "massiveness", so he was soon defeated by Zongzi Xiao's sword.
Zong Ziheng looked at Li Buyu with red eye circles, anger, humiliation, and unwillingness on his face, and secretly sighed.
This was the last time Li Buyu participated in the Jiaolong Club. Although Zong Zixiao was the one who defeated him, how could an arrogant young man accept the stain of being eliminated in the first round.
After all, Li Buyu came from a noble family, and he didn't lose his posture after losing. He endured the humiliation and thanked Zong Zixiao before leaving.
Zong Zixiao happily jumped off the ring, ran to Zong Ziheng's side, and said excitedly: "Brother, did I fight well?"
Zong Ziheng whispered: "Very well, let's go."
Zong Zixiao looked up at his eldest brother: "I listened to you, I didn't provoke him, I didn't laugh at him, I didn't hurt him, and I didn't even use my full strength. You can't let me deliberately lose to him, right?"
"Of course not." Zong Ziheng frowned, "I'm just worried... Forget it, maybe I'm thinking too much." Zong Zixiao has the emperor as his backer, and although the empress also hates their mother and son, she doesn't dare to do anything blatantly , my worries should be superfluous.
Zong Zixiao was beaming and talking about all kinds of fights between himself and Li Buyu, when Hua Yuxin suddenly walked over to him.
Zong Zixiao's face instantly collapsed.
Hua Yu cupped his hands heartily and said, "Your Highness, Your Highness Ninth."
"Miss Hua." Zong Ziheng's heartbeat quickened immediately, and he felt a little embarrassed.
"Congratulations to Your Highness the Ninth Prince for advancing."
Zong Zixiao gave an indifferent "hmm".
Hua Yuxin's gaze shifted to Zong Ziheng, boldly looked into his eyes, and said with a smile: "I have always wanted to find an opportunity to thank His Highness in person, thank you for turning my little uncle into a junior uncle and letting him return Hometown, buried in peace."
"Miss Hua, you are being polite. Being chivalrous and righteous is the heart of a person who cultivates the Tao."
"Not only that, His Majesty also captured Chen Xingyong together with the Chunyang Sect, annihilated the Lion League, and avenged my little uncle." Hua Yu's bright eyes flickered, and there was a girl's heart that couldn't be hidden between the waves of light, "The Huaying faction is very grateful to His Highness."
Being praised and adored by such a beautiful and smart girl with so many beautiful words, Zongzi Heng was uncontrollably delighted, his cheeks were a little hot, and he said humbly: "It's not worth mentioning."
Standing beside the two of them, Zong Zixiao could clearly feel the unusual and ambiguous atmosphere in the air. He was furious, and grabbed Zong Ziheng's arm: "Brother, I'm hungry, let's go eat quickly."
"Ah, good." Zong Ziheng looked at Hua Yuxin hesitantly, "Miss Hua is a newcomer, there is a big difference between the north and the south, I don't know if the food suits your appetite, please forgive me if the hospitality is not good."
"No, I'm used to it." Hua Yu said hurriedly, "I think the name is very good. Of course, Southern Fujian has a style of southern Fujian. I don't know when His Highness will be able to..."
"Brother, let's go!" Zong Zixiao didn't wait for the two of them to finish speaking, and dragged Zong Ziheng away.
Zong Ziheng couldn't force himself to stay and talk to others, and after walking a long way, he shook off Zong Zixiao's hand angrily: "Xiao Jiu, what are you doing!"
"I've already said that I don't want you to marry a wife, don't you think I'm just talking." Zong Zixiao said confidently.
"Why are you so ignorant?"
"So what if you're ignorant."
Zong Ziheng patted him on the head, "Okay, aren't you hungry, hurry up and eat."
At noon, when the martial arts competition took a break, Zong Minghe hosted a banquet on the hunting ground to entertain guests from all over the world. His concubines and children sat in turn.
Zong Zixiao went to find his concubine mother, and Zong Ziheng also came to sit down beside Shen Shiyao.
Shen Shiyao looked at Zong Ziheng without saying a word, her eyes were a little cold.
Zong Ziheng didn't understand, so: "Mother, what's the matter?" Ever since Li Xiangtong intervened in his and Hua Yuxin's marriage, Shen Shiyao's temper has become more and more weird, and sometimes she cried sadly, looking very pitiful , Sometimes there are many accusations, and the words are extremely harsh, Zong Ziheng also becomes cautious when facing her.
"Look for yourself." Shen Shiyao raised her chin.
Following the direction she pointed, Zong Ziheng saw Hua Yuxin sitting next to Li Xiangtong at some point, Li Xiangtong took Hua Yuxin's hand, talked and laughed at Yan Yan, and had a good time talking.
"I just saw that Hua Yuxin went looking for you, why did you leave without saying a few words?"
"Xiao Jiu said he was hungry, so..."
Shen Shiyao glared at him: "You miss such a good opportunity so easily? She took the initiative to find you to show her kindness to you. Do you want to see her being snatched away?"
"My son will find another opportunity to have a good chat with Miss Hua."
Shen Shiyao turned her face away, leaving Zong Ziheng with a cold back—
The competition in the afternoon was not much of a waste. After the end, the Zong clan returned to the palace, and the guests also returned to their sojourns.
Zong Minghe also invited some famous sects to the dinner, and the Huaying faction was naturally among them.
Zong Ziheng originally decided to take the initiative to find Hua Yuxin, but after seeing Yan Shu, he didn't have any thoughts about his son and daughter's affection. He lent Xu Zhinan and Qi Mengsheng the opportunity to toast, and quietly agreed to meet in secret tonight to discuss how to deal with it Yan Shu.
When the banquet ended, it was already late at night, and Zong Ziheng returned to Qinghui Pavilion, intending to meet Xu Zhinan and Qi Mengsheng after he sobered up.
As soon as he walked into Qinghui Pavilion, under the dim moonlight, he saw a person sitting in a chair in the dark, which shocked him.
"who?"
"It's me." Shen Shiyao's soft voice came, she lit the oil lamp, and looked at her son quietly in the dim light.
"Mother? It's so late, why are you still awake?"
"Wait for you."
"What am I waiting for?"
"Have you chatted with Miss Hua?"
Zong Ziheng felt a kind of suffocation in his throat, he explained: "Miss Hua has been by the empress's side all the time, my son didn't find a chance."
"I knew it would be like this." Shen Shiyao said quietly.
"Mother, it's late at night, you should rest."
Shen Shiyao raised a hand.
Zongzi Heng helped her up and sent her back to her bedroom.
When they passed by Zong Ziheng's bedroom, Shen Shiyao stopped suddenly, and she looked up at Zong Ziheng with eyes that made the scalp tingle.
"Mother?"
"It seems that I can't count on you anymore. You let me down again and again, but I can't ignore my son's future."
"What are you talking about?"
Shen Shiyao suddenly opened the door of Zong Ziheng's room.
Zong Ziheng smelled a strange fragrance of flowers, before he could think about it, Shen Shiyao pushed him in, and the door closed behind him.
Zong Ziheng was shocked, turned around and opened the door, only to find that an enchantment talisman had been pasted on the door. He was wondering what Shen Shiyao was going to do, when he suddenly realized that the fragrance of the flower was different, and his body was getting hot quickly.
There was a slight whine from behind.
As if struck by lightning, Zong Ziheng ran to his bed in a few steps, and suddenly found Hua Yuxin lying on his bed. Her cheeks were abnormally flushed, her consciousness was fuzzy, she was pulling her clothes with her hands, shouting hot.
Zong Ziheng was so frightened that he took two steps back. He drew out his sword and wanted to break through the door, but he didn't swing the sword in the end. He thought that if he made too much noise in the dead of night like this, he might be attracted by everyone.
Holding his breath, he searched for the source of the fragrance of flowers, and when he saw the burning incense burner on the table, he angrily smashed the incense burner on the ground, but the rich and sticky fragrance of flowers had already filled the whole room, and smashing it didn't help. He wanted to open the window, but there were also amulets on the window.
It is very simple to break this kind of talisman, one has to take it off from the outside, or forcibly break it from the inside, but if outsiders are recruited, his reputation will be forgotten, Hua Yuxin, an unmarried girl, how can she bear such a stigma.
Zong Ziheng was so anxious that he didn't even have time to think about Shen Shiyao's absurdity and madness. The fragrance of flowers had already penetrated into his body. Going to the place farthest from Hua Yu's heart, she curled up in shame and embarrassment, her mind becoming more and more confused.
It can't go on like this, no, he will lose his mind... what to do, what to do!
With a flash of inspiration, he thought of something, he took out a sound transmission flower from the Qiankun bag, tremblingly said to the flower: "Xiao Jiu, come to my bedroom quickly." He stuffed the petals out from under the crack of the door , a trace of spiritual power caused it to fly away into the distance.