Pouring water and playing in the spacious courtyard of his mansion - Keju, taking off his heavy white robe and changing into a light white Keju suit, beads of sweat on his wheat-colored cheeks glistening in the blazing sun.

"Second son, pass!" The servant cried out, sweating on his back.

I saw that the pouring water was not in a hurry, his eyes were firm, his pace was fast, he shook the day, and commanded back to the blue sky - a ball fell into the eye of the wind, swirled, landed, bang, bang.

"Young Master, are you going back tomorrow?" The servant Zhou Yuan asked with a pu fan.

"What to go or not to go?" The second prince asked, sipping the cup of tea with an impatient face.

Zhou Yuan thought to herself, should the young master go or not? Tomorrow's martial arts competition is about to be held, and he is still so cold and calm, huh...... Maybe the three years of travel have not brought the young master back to his senses.

"Young Master, Master Mo is here to visit." The maid cautiously jumped in the study, like a lotus step by step.

"Who is this man?" The second son asked.

"Hmm...... It must be the eldest son of the Mo family, Mo Yan, the young dart head of the Kunding dart game. Zhou Yuan replied.

"No, I'm asking who this person is in front of you?" The second son asked.

"Ya...... Maiden, green beads. Zhou Yuan replied, thinking, he hasn't returned home for three years, and now he can see the girl ring in this mansion, or a few months ago, he returned to the mansion, before that, the young master has always taken him with him, so that he can be accompanied by someone when he travels.

"Poof-" When the second son was drinking tea, he remembered that he couldn't hold back a mouthful of mist, and suddenly squirted out.

The second son rolled up his sleeves, walked to the door, stared, and patted Qingzhu's shoulder, three years ago, she was still the fat girl with a fat face, a silver bell-like laugh poured out of his throat, and then it (poured out) like flowing water, resounding in the sky.

"Second young master, second young master......" Two or three girls hide and hide, in front of the pavilion, the clouds are cowardly, and the fragrance is shy.

The second son smiled in advance, staring at them in pairs with clear and clear eyes, and then looked away and walked away, causing the girls' faces to be stained with a blush one after another.

"Childe, Mo Ruyu has been waiting in the pavilion for a long time." Butler's Message.

"I didn't know this person before, why is he here?" The second son asked.

I didn't see anyone for a long time, this person was really anxious, and I thought to myself, drinking tea is close to half a pillar of incense, and I can't wait to look around, or pluck the strings, and it is melodious.

Seeing a man dressed in a black silk hibiscus robe, handsome and tall, tall and handsome, with a vigorous posture, jumped out of a green flower garden, his eyes were shining, dark and translucent, cold face, a warm smile, peach petal-like lips confided the fragrance of the seeker and the discoverer, making people intoxicated and forgetful, because he had just held a petal in his mouth, so he stretched out his hand and immediately "tore" it from his tongue.

"I'm sorry, but a cat squinted just now." Mo Yan waved his hand and signaled, the temperature of the kitten's pink palm pad still had a trace of breath on his body! The knee accidentally scratched it, leaving traces of broken skin, but fortunately it didn't scratch its face, which is really sour.

"Zhou Yuan, you go make tea!" The second son of the family said.

Zhou Yuan thought to himself, I have to beware of this person, I don't know what the hell he has in his heart, in the past few months, the lord has instructed Zhou Yuan to list the sons of Shucheng one by one, so as to pave the way for the upcoming martial arts competition, so Zhou Yuan naturally knows the background and origin of this Moyan prince. Zhou Yuan's thief eyebrows and rat eyes, at first glance, he is a "villain" with an extremely flexible mind and a cautious eye, but when it is used to do his best for the government, there is no such thing as being too useful. And since he was a child, he was sold by his father and mother to grow up with the second son of the dumping house, and he was all together in terms of food, clothing, and daily life, and he was naturally loyal to the dumping water, and he had no crooked eyes, otherwise, he would not be able to die well when he thundered and split, this is the "mantra" of his father and mother who is ashamed of the dumping mansion, nagging in Zhou Yuan's ear every night and night.

"Zhou Yuan, order refreshments." The second son said.

After that, the second son and the Mo Gongzi walked to the pavilion successively, the sun was pouring, the yellow warbler was crying, the spring water was dingdong, one pink and one black, moving forward, Mo Yan Gongzi thought to himself, although the water was two years younger than him, the talent and achievements were not under him, this is the so-called talent! He had already heard this, so this time he came to explore the truth and reality, and he originally came here to try his luck and see if he could get closer, Mo Yan raised his eyebrows and thought.

"Isn't that just for fun? It's good to be happy, why bother frowning. Pouring water said.

"Second son, you are naïve!" Mo Ruyu let go of her frowns and raised her eyes.

"My stomach hurts a little, I guess I got up early and got cold." Mo Ruyu covered her stomach, and her mouth cracked a slit, revealing white teeth and round obtuse angles.

"You have blood on your teeth." Pouring water, staring at the way of God.

"That's rouge." The ink face is cold and indifferent.

Most of the princes of the Ming Dynasty were greased and powdered, and they attached great importance to appearance, as well as their etiquette norms.

"Both sides use swords as weapons, and I use a cockroach, which I made myself three years ago, and hid it in the ice cellar of the snowy mountain, and it was not shipped to Shucheng until yesterday." Mo Yan pulled out his sword and said, the sword was bright and dazzling, facing the sun, as if a Milky Way was crossing, scattered on his eyelashes as long as a feather fan, making the big man Shui Ran stunned for a moment.

"That's great!" Poured water and said, "I...... is called a sparrow. A bright smile slipped across his face, and then a hint of darkness and cunning, reflecting the very attractive half-moon eyes, and it did not hinder.

"Brother, can you come up with a nice name?" Mo Yan said with a smile, in fact, there was provocation in his eyes - suddenly, at this time, there was another pain, the pain was even worse, and a drop of cold sweat oozed from the corner of his forehead.

Before the "...... of the competition" could say the words "can it be put to an end temporarily", Mo Yan said nervously and panickedly: "Is there a toilet here?"

"Just around the corner, turn left at the hut." He replied with a look of surprise.

Mo Yanjing came to the small hut, covered his stomach, his mouth was not chosen, and he vomited blood all over the ground.

Back to the tournament ground, there is a fairly wide pool of waterfalls.

"Pull it out, it's much more comfortable." Mo Yan joked, "By the way, I'll give ...... Give your sword a name! How about staying away?" He stared at the sword in Dump Shuiran's hand.

"yes—that's okay." Shui Ran smiled slightly, it was impossible not to be suspicious of the other party's scene, but he did not reveal it.

Mo Ruyu thought to herself, although the sparrows live in one place all year round, there will be a day when they part, and it is a little sad to take this name.

"Stay, it's an interesting name." Pouring water picked up the sword and stated.

"There's more to come!" Mo Ruyu said, gesturing.

As he spoke, Mo Ruyu tidied up, walked forward, jumped into the waterfall, and saw no trace, only for a while, but he didn't expect to settle down in a water tower, and the water was in the middle of it, and he sighed: "It's not wide...... with deep. ”

After that, he poured water and ran around, his sleeves were blown by the wind, like a pink lotus ink dyed in the waves of black clothes.

Ye Feng stopped wearing a purple-blue short shirt with open sleeves and colorful butterfly clothes, the breeze was blowing slowly, she was dressed pretty, her black and delicate hair was neatly combed, her body was lying on the edge of the high white wall, the breeze was blowing, the outside of the wall was full of greenery, her black and bright eyes were stunned and looked at all this, the sun was like bathing water, pouring all over her body, gurgling, and there were wind chimes ringing in her ears.

Her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, each eyebrow was as striking as green grass, she closed her eyes, lowered her eyelashes, pursed her lips slightly, revealing a happy and peaceful expression, a trace of ripples on her face—she thought of the beginning of the first act of her encounter with Dumping Ran in the city, and thought of the future...... As always, with the innocent mind of a girl, imaginative, omnipotent, from acquaintance to acquaintance, from acquaintance to acquaintance, from acquaintance to acquaintance...... Until they cling to each other, get married and have children, and have a dull life, but they are happy.

What's that? A man dressed in black looked at the road, staring at the distance, and the shouts in the distance came one after another, like a hornet's noise, and suddenly exploded.

"Oops! It's been discovered! Ye Fengzhi hurriedly got up from the wall, glanced at it intently, and was so anxious that the back of his hand was broken.

"What's the matter?" Mo Yan heard its movements, moved his steps, and looked at it from afar, "Over there?" ”

When Ye Feng stopped and got up, in a trance, he saw the figure of pouring water, green trees and flowers, and jumped down with the light skill, left behind, disappeared, and dropped a sachet to the ground, Ye Feng stopped thinking suspiciously, did he drop the jade pendant again? At this time, his face was red, his eyes were open and raised, his brows were furrowed, and he thought to himself, this jade pendant was stolen from the literati son, if it fell into the hands of the original owner...... In short, this kind of thing is not to be seen in disguise.

"It's good that it's not." Ye Feng glanced at it, his brows relaxed, but the sachet fell, so he was worried again, his mouth was deflated, and he looked sad.

"Let's go! Let's go! Ye Feng stopped waving his sleeves and strode away, looking back at the tall green trees and white walls.

Mo Yan came to the edge of the wall, and at this time, the manmaid bent down to stand aside, Mo Yan picked it up, lowered his eyebrows, and cast a dark ink shadow on his thick and long eyelashes, so that the servants standing on both sides were also stunned. After one glance, he secretly hid it in his sleeve.

"Mo Gongzi...... This ......," the servant hesitated.

"This is just a sachet, and I will help the second son find the thief in the future." Mo Gongzi's peach petal lips opened slightly, although the servants had never seen the Yaochi fairy, but sighed that he was three points more beautiful than the Yaochi fairy.

"In that case, please ask Mr. Mo." The servant answered.

I saw that the second son's face was as usual, his expression was natural, as if he was not distracted by this, and he was still waiting in place, leisurely. The breeze blew the beautiful eyes, and the slanting shone on the body, and in an instant, Zhou Yuan, who was hiding behind the bushes in order to observe the wind and grass at any time, understood why his master, the second son, was called the first merry son of the city, and there was a kind of beauty that made people's eyes unable to get rid of him, sometimes even men.

"Taste the peach blossom cake." The second prince gestured to Mo Yan, waved the white folding fan, and won the fairy, smiling brightly.

And the two beautiful men looked at each other, but they were unrestrained, indifferent, and found nothing strange.

Mo Yan happily picked up a piece, and then tasted it.

"Delicious ......" Mo Gongzi laughed, his voice was gloomy, the pear vortex left traces, and there was some kind of unknown meaning hidden in his dark and deep eyes, condensing the waves.

Mo Ruyu's slender and white fingers had already been placed elsewhere, and there was residual warmth in the fingertips, leaving only an untasted piece of peach pastry, and then pretended to joke and said: "If you don't say the name, I thought it was plum blossom cake?" ”

He then sat upright, holding a pot in one hand and a cup in the other, staring at the green-yellow soup poured into the cup.

"What's wrong?" The second son inquired carefully.

"It looks like a plum blossom, and it is undoubtedly the original prototype of 'plum blossom cake' from the outside, but it has a bit of peach blossom flavor when chewed." Mo Ruyu explained.

"If you think it's delicious, take some with you! Mo Gongzi?" Pouring water and asking, as a retention, his gaze has never left Mo Yan for half a second, and he doesn't know the truth and thinks that the two sons of Shucheng are having a tryst! In fact, it is the rare meeting of confidants that makes each other's eyes so hot.

"Keep it for today."

Pouring water's gaze was even more meaningful, and the rest remained on him, as if he wanted to make his friend...... In an instant, its temperature cooled down.

"No, this kind of ambiguous thing never appears on any page of my dictionary," Dumping Shui Ran knew what he meant, referring to the pastry, "Today's competition, you and I have not decided the winner or loser, and the future will be long ......" Mo Gongzi put down the pastry, said coldly, and his dark and deep eyes burned with the arrogance of provocation and declaration of war, "Either you become my friend, or, I am bound to become your enemy, because there is only one overlord in the world, the rivers and lakes, there is only one swordsman, and there is only one swordsman, and there is only one Youkun in Shucheng...... There will be no second brake, I will wait for you, see you tomorrow on the pomegranate flower creek water field! ”

Mo Ruyu waved domineeringly, wiped off the (Jin) liquid contaminated at the corner of his mouth, walked away, and turned around, "Thank you for your tea, farewell!" Then only a jet-black back remained.

"Could it be...... In the world, are there no real friends? He smiled and asked himself, in fact, he is also a ruthless and unrighteous person, working hard for the goal at any cost.

Mo Ruyu took off the heavy blister, the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and he was already out of breath, so he changed into a blue ice silk underwear, lay down in the bed, and lit benzoin in the white jade carved peony three-eared flower smoker, he sighed and said, obviously they were talking together in the pavilion, puzzled, was he angry because of the imposter "plum blossom cake"? The memory of plum blossom cake is related to a dusty past. So in order to avoid unnecessary pleasure, I simply don't think about it. In the midst of boredom, he took out the sachet, looked at it with his pillow hand, and pulled the drawstring, which was filled with all kinds of hibiscus flowers, and someone added borneol and mint leaves to it, "Ache!" Mo Ruyu was so smoked that he sneezed, he reached out and scratched his nose, frowning with disgust...... However, this sachet looks like the fabric and show art in the palace, and the sachet is also embroidered with the words "Xuan Yan".

Before he knew it, he fell asleep, accompanied by this different aroma.

Who picked it up? Ye Feng was anxious, if someone knew his identity, he would ...... But even if he knew, he wouldn't know it was mine, and I was now a commoner, no longer a princess...... My name is Zhu ...... No, I'll call Ye Feng to stop.

Ye Feng stopped walking on the street, casually, the beautiful scenery was no longer in sight, he glanced at it at will, coaxed and shouted, listened attentively, and then found a notice.

Under a acacia tree, next to the city gate, there is a "Solicitation for Admission to the Competition Observation Conference", as follows:

All the knights and wanderers in the city, as well as the guests who come and go from other places or stay temporarily,

Regardless of men and women, young and old, tall, short, fat and thin, high or low martial arts, they are all eligible to participate in the triennial "Martial Arts Observation Conference".

Those who have the courage to rush forward and realize your dream of becoming a member of Wuzhuang, one step away, realize the dream of a swordsman.

If you are willing to join the competition, please go to Zonghengwuzhuang and Juyitang for an interview.

Today's unitary time is on time, and the owner of Wuzhuang is announced.

Ye Feng stopped thinking to himself, it is not a long-term solution to make a living by using "thieves" as a side hustle all the time, so he simply finds a place to settle down and use it as a place for the time being.

The people on the side were talking, and some people complained: "How can ordinary people be qualified to enter?" Like the second son of the family, pouring water, it is an iron-clad sword guest candidate, those who come and go to Wuzhuang are either rich, powerful, or particularly capable, Wuzhuang will give you a chance, don't let it, you don't even have the qualifications to water flowers in Wuzhuang, alas...... Ordinary 'jugglers' like us are still looked down upon by others. ”

See him...... I don't know whether I should be happy, or regretful, or if the Buddha said, "Sin." ”

Thinking like this, Ye Feng stopped and left, she had been there that day, but she hadn't heard any news.

Now more than half of the time is now, it is not too late, when he arrived at Wuzhuang, it was already the beginning of the unitary time, Ye Feng stopped nervously knocking on the door of Wuzhuang, and the four big characters "Vertical and Horizontal Wuzhuang" stood above his head, his heart was pounding, and his eyes were wide open.

You don't have the ability, you don't even have the opportunity to go in and water the flowers in Wuzhuang......

"Girl, what is the matter with you? Did you come in to meet the owner of Wuzhuang? The servant propped the door and said.

"No, I'm here...... Recruited. Ye Feng said with a sigh of relief.

"Wait a minute." The servant looked at it with a puzzled look on his face, and closed the door.

"Owner, someone came to apply for the 'Wuzhuang Martial Arts Observation Conference'." Servants preach.

"I didn't expect anyone to come." The farmer said, he made a cup of tea and drank it aside, and said, "Let him pay two hundred taels of gold." ”

The servant pushed the door and said, "Girl, the owner of the village asked you to pay two hundred taels of gold." ”

Ye Feng was dumbfounded when he stopped, and said, "I don't have that much money, can you give me a chance to step into this threshold?" ”

"There's no money, let him go!"

The owner said...... If you don't have any money, let Miss go! The servant said, sighing.

"So what do you do, so you can ...... Please at least give me a doorway, because everyone has equal power, isn't there a notice on it? Men and women, young and old, tall, short, fat and thin, martial arts, guests and people who stay in the city and come and go, can enter the Wuzhuang interview, can it be said that the owner of the Wuzhuang is a person who has no faith in his words and exaggerates? ”

"Did he really say that?" The owner of Wuzhuang asked, "Do you really know how to defend yourself?" When he enters this door, I'm afraid all the bones will be broken for him! ”

"Let him in!" He shouted.

Ye Feng stopped and breathed a long sigh of relief, now is the real tense moment, the person in front of him is tall, handsome, and refers to Zhuang Mu, when he didn't see his true face, he only had longing and awe, and when he was there, he really felt the horror and timidity, he showed majesty from head to toe, and Ye Feng stopped offending.

I didn't expect it to be a woman, and she said wildly, I want to see what she is capable of, the owner looked up and down, and the corners of his cold and arrogant mouth were tightly pursed, not reduced at all, but increased.

The owner said, "What sword are you from?" Who's down on whom's knees?"

Ye Feng stopped staring at the solemn face of the owner, his eyebrows were like thick ink, his eyes were like torches, and he didn't smile, which was really dull.

She pondered, and the master warned me not to reveal her real name in front of outsiders, so she said: "Worship in Qiongyu Pavilion, Xiaoshan Department, Master Yuanmei." ”

The owner's purple lips, along with his crimson countenance, fell into deep thought.