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"Young Master Xiang, have breakfast. ”

The maid shouted from a distance away from Xiang Yiming, turned around and left, no matter who everyone in the Zhao Mansion was, they were a little afraid of this young master who usually had cold eyes, not to mention that Xiang Yiming was not the child of his master, and he was even more casual in his attitude.

Xiang Yiming seemed to be accustomed to it, his blue eyes were like a calm sea, he grabbed the knife hanging on the wall with his right hand, opened the door and walked out.

Today he is going to participate in the audition, and everything strange around him will miss his fate, and he will be pulled away and knocked down in his memory, and maybe one day he will come back and set a fire to burn the memories left here.

He walked to the front hall without saying a word, Zhao Wuke was leisurely drinking tea at the table, and sitting next to him was a plump woman, with a faint red between her lips, her hair tied up high, sitting elegantly, and not paying attention to Xiang Yiming who was approaching.

Zhao Li, who was beside her, looked at Xiang Yiming's body tightly, he saw Xiang Yiming sitting down beside Qingya, he snorted softly, and threw down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand: "I'm full, Daddy and mother eat slowly." ”

"You kid, eat a little more."

With slight anger and blame in her words, the woman slowly raised her head to look at Zhao Li, who was gradually walking away, and turned to Zhao Wuke beside her: "Look at how much you usually spoil this child." ”

"Madame's words are strange, you usually don't always take care of the child, but now you blame me. Zhao Wuwu put down the teacup in his hand, and his mouth seemed to be whispering love words.

The woman laughed lowly, Xiang Yiming lowered his head and picked up the food, and he didn't even look at the dishes on the table.

Qingya felt a little lost in her heart, since the chopsticks he used to pick up vegetables were opened by Zhao Li when Xiang Yiming was eight years old, the young man in front of him seemed to rarely use chopsticks to pick up vegetables, and he could often pick up the dishes and eat the rice in the bowl.

"Brother Xiang, slow down, you still have to participate in the selection, you eat more!" Qingya stuffed a chicken leg into the bowl of the young man in front of her, as if she was afraid that he would refuse and spoke again.

Xiang Yiming just picked up the chicken legs in the bowl and heard Qingya's soft words, his blue eyes flickered slightly, and he continued to bury his head to pick up the rice, under Qingya's gaze, his heart was a little warm, and his flashing eyes stubbornly did not look at the chicken legs in the bowl.

"Brother Xiang, you can eat more or less!"

Qingya's tone was full of loss, her apricot eyes moved away, and she sighed sadly.

"A bang, a sound, don't you want to be a blockbuster and spread your wings. Noticing the behavior of the two young people in front of him, Zhao Wuke patted the slightly angry woman's white hand in a low voice, and said to Xiang Yiming in a calm tone.

After a long silence, Xiang Yiming finished the rice in the bowl, grabbed the remaining chicken leg in the bowl with one hand and gnawed it, lifted the knife and turned to the side and said, "Thank you Uncle Zhao for the reminder." ”

The words were extremely soft, and the maids standing in the front hall looked up slightly at the young people who were gradually walking away, and then the sound of "popping" sounded in their ears, and the scraps fell at their feet.

They panicked for a moment, and hurriedly pulled back their eyes to clean up, the woman's face flushed, and her slightly angry words were roared out by her: "Such a perverse character, it would be better for him to fall down earlier, who are you, master?"

"My old friend's child, you've asked so many times. Zhao Wuke patted the woman's hand and smiled to soothe her emotions.

On one side, Qingya lowered her head, her eyes were wrapped in moisture, she turned her face sideways to see the disappeared youth, and her red lips seemed to lose their blood color all of a sudden.

Looking at the place where Xiang Yiming lost his direction, she opened her mouth and muttered: "Brother Xiang's birthday.. Happy..."

.............

In the Tiger Roar camp outside the city wall of the Yue Kingdom, the spear emitted a cold light and slowly swayed and projected on the ground with the movement of the soldiers at the sentry tower.

Not far from the sentry tower, groups of people put their hands in their cuffs, ignoring the autumn Xiao Suo, looking towards the sentry tower, their steps were slightly raised but they did not dare to approach, the people of Los Angeles all knew that this was the king of Yue Guo who selected the escorts of Yue Guo here, and no one could approach without a letter of recommendation.

The horse's hooves splattered dust, and like flying arrows, the young man on horseback was driven towards the gate that was about to be pulled down, and the people gathered around him scattered in a hurry, letting the tall steed in.

"Stop!

On the sentry tower, all the archers hurriedly pulled out an arrow and put it on the string, drawing the bow into a half-moon shape, a cold voice came from the sentry tower, and an officer in heavy armor locked his eyes on the young man on horseback.

The young man on horseback hurriedly reined in his horse, turned over and dismounted, and looked up at the officer at the head: "I'm here to participate in the selection, don't close the gate." ”

"If there is no recommendation letter from an official of the second grade or above, they will not be allowed to enter!"

The officer at the sentry tower had a hoarse voice and a grim gaze.

"Zhao Wuke, is General Zhao's letter okay?" The young man took out the letter in his cuff and shook it in front of the officer's eyes.

"General Zhao?"

When the officer on the sentry tower heard this, he hurriedly climbed out of the sentry tower, and the soldiers in charge of the gate pulled up the gate that was hanging in mid-air, and watched the officer walk in front of the young man.

The young officer took the letter handed by the young man with one hand, and there were three words on the letter, Zhao Wuke's three words were on it, and his handwriting was heavy, his eyes flashed, and he tore open the letter and swept it: "Xiang Yiming? ”

"Hmm"

Xiang Yi nodded under the officer's cautious gaze.

The officer in the dark black cloak looked at the young man in front of him and bowed slightly, handed the confirmed letter in his hand to Xiang Yiming, and said in a soothing tone: "Come in, the selection is about to begin." ”

Xiang Yiming took the letter, turned over and got on the horse, grabbed the reins to stabilize the horse's hooves, passed through the gate quickly, and walked quickly towards the place of competition.

The cold wind blew across the seashore and hit the flags that almost obscured the sky, making a "whirring" sound. Xiang Yiming was crowded among more than forty people, his eyes faintly swept over the empty throne and the platforms on both sides, and the big knife in his hand was held with a "rattling" sound.

Among the more than forty people, four people will be selected to accompany them to the Chu State with the chosen prince of the Yue Kingdom, and guard the side of the prince to protect his safety.

The scarlet-robed palace eunuch sat down on the throne with a bloated figure and a very majestic gaze, and the civil and military officials lined up on his side in turn.

Among the military attachés, Zhao Wuke held the sword at his waist in his hand, and his head was slightly lowered.

The forty recommended personnel knelt down in unison, buried their heads in the ground, and shouted in unison: "Welcome to the king...."

Xiang Yiming was crowded in the crowd, he raised his head slightly and saw the Yu clan sitting on the platform on one side, the king of Yue Guo smiled and stretched out a hand to raise slightly towards them: "Get up!"

There was a lazy voice on the throne, and more than forty people stood up, bowing their heads bowed.

"Let's get started!"

The man on the throne swept his gaze among the more than forty people in turn, and waved his hand slightly towards the eunuch in Feiyi.

"Game on!"

Some of the feminine voices of the inner prison were shouted out heavily, and the long-suppressed shouts on the martial arts field completely broke out at this moment.

More than forty people rushed towards the four rings in the eyes of the purple-clothed ministers and the soldiers in armor, and ten people were assigned to each ring.

Xiang Yiming held the knife in his hand, the first to step into the corresponding ring, he looked up at the wild goose hurriedly scattered under the sky, at this moment he felt that freedom was so close to him for the first time, his blue eyes flashed, raised his head, and his eyes flashed among the nine people under the ring: "Hurry up, any of you who make the first move is average, sooner or later you will be defeated under my knife.."

"Under my sword, the only option you can give yourself is to abstain..."

The young man's confident and arrogant words were slapped away by the wind and scattered in the ears of everyone in the martial arts, like fireworks thrown into the autumn water, which ignited the water under the lake in an instant, and a flickering shadow appeared on the water surface in an instant.