Although Zhilu said that she was very powerful, there were really not many classmates who could force him to think deeply step by step.

What's more, he knew that nine days ago, she still didn't know anything about the imperial art, and it was embarrassing to make such rapid progress.

At the critical moment when the two were playing, someone suddenly came outside, and they hurriedly wanted to come in, but were stopped by the guards.

After the man said something outside, the guard turned around and came in and said something to Xu Saijiu, who glanced at Wei Zhongwen, thought for a while, nodded, and went down to his side in person.

Although it was a tense period, when Xu Xijiu came over like this, Wei Zhongwen still turned his head and saluted him.

Xu Xijiu nodded, glanced at Ming Yulong, who was frowning and thinking, and said in a low voice:

"When Taiwei Wei returned to the mansion, he accidentally fell off the carriage, and now the imperial doctor is in the mansion to see Taiwei Wei's injuries."

Hearing this, Wei Zhongwen's eyes were filled with surprise.

Today, he participated in the Imperial Art Competition, and the people in the Taiwei Mansion were all knowledgeable, and if it wasn't for important news, they would definitely not interrupt him in the middle of his game and distract him from other things.

And it is the last two rounds of the game, of course Xu Xianjiu knows the importance of these two games, and he will not go down deliberately to inform him of the situation.

He was a smart man, and he soon learned that his grandfather's situation was definitely more than just a wrestling.

But

Wei Zhongwen looked at the fight of the most rear, he and Ming Yulong only had five hundred soldiers and horses left, and the decision of who could enter the most rearly top depends on this moment.

My grandfather said he wanted to see how he looked after winning the Royal Arts this year.

"Wei Zhongwen, under normal circumstances, the midfield is not allowed to quit. But Wei Taiwei's matter happened suddenly, outside the rules, it is nothing more than human affection, I can make an exception for you once. ”

Seeing the entanglement in Wei Zhongwen's eyes, Xu Xijiu stood aside and reminded softly.

Even Ming Yulong, who was sitting opposite, vaguely heard the meaning of being bad, she heard that Wei Taiwei was not young, the old man was not like the young man, he couldn't stand the fall, and if he hit other parts, it would be even more serious.

"I'm out of the game." Wei Zhongwen spoke firmly, and put the puppet in his hand on the table.

He was sure that his grandfather's fall injury would not be optimistic.

If you don't rush back sooner, even if you win this Imperial Art Competition, it will be useless.

Ming Yulong looked at him, there was a trace of reluctance in the delicate eyes of this young man's clear face, but he did not regret it.

In his mind, his grandfather's weight was greater than the outcome of this race.

Meeting her clear gaze, Wei Zhongwen said to Ming Yulong when he walked out of the square:

"You don't have to think I'm letting you compare the time you learn to the time I learn. Even if I win you, I lose. ”

He glanced at the sand table and added, "What's more, it's not necessarily me who wins." ”

Even if he abstained from withdrawing, he walked cleanly and upright, and did not forget to encourage Ming Yulong.

Wei Zhongwen suddenly withdrew at this time, causing a huge discussion in the crowd next to him, I don't know how Lu Dao, the quasi-top of the imperial art competition, would give up the competition, but some people guessed that something important must have happened when Xu Xian drank wine.

Qu Fuzi watched Wei Zhongwen withdraw with some pity, and looked at Ming Yulong, who passed directly, with a somewhat complicated mood.