Yuan Xuan snorted coldly and kicked him, just like that, did he forget that Xiling Lan had already announced that he had disowned Xiling Mansion? What a pig brain!

Xiling Lan naturally didn't care, she didn't even pay attention to Xiling Yingjie, where could she care about her cousin's brother. Just looking at Yang Chen's sad face, it was rare to sympathize: "What's this, you bribe Yuan Xuan well, and ask him to help you vent your anger?" ”

Yang Chen's eyes lit up, and he immediately hugged Yuan Xuan's thighs and didn't let go: "Brother, brother!" For the sake of our past friendship, can you help my little brother? ”

Yuan Xuan twitched his thighs in disgust, but he didn't twitch, "Let me go, what does it look like?" "Two big men are pulling and pulling on the street, and there are people pointing and pointing next to them, girl, you don't want an image, I still want it!

"Brother, if you help me beat Yang Jin's kid down, how about you pick a good horse from my younger brother's family? Brother, save my brother, don't you know, my old man takes a rattan and whips our brothers every day, threatening, if we don't exceed Yang Jin's ranking, he will wipe his neck, you can't watch our brothers send black-haired people to white-haired people......" Yang Chen hugged Yuan Xuan's thighs and cried a handful of snot and tears, it was really sad.

Xiling Lan's face was about to twitch, but he didn't expect Yang Chen to be such a strange thing, so open.

Yuan Xuan looked at the people around him with wrong eyes, and with his internal strength, he easily heard a whisper: "See, that's Yuan Xuan-"

"Huh? It's him, why is he pulling and pulling with a man on the street? ”

"I didn't expect him to eat both men and women, not only those big shows were infatuated with him, blocking his door, but even men didn't let go......"

Yuan Xuan's face darkened, and he said gloomily: "If you don't let go, I'll let your father send the white-haired man to the black-haired man......"

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The eighth day of April.

In late spring and early summer, the breeze is gentle, and everything is suitable.

The martial arts competition officially kicked off, although it was the preliminary round, but there was an endless stream of people who came to watch. On weekdays, the people of Kyoto don't have much entertainment, and this grand event that is only held once every three years, and the tickets for the preliminary round are not expensive, so they naturally want to open their eyes.

With Chu Tianmu here, Xiling Lan does not worry about not having a ticket, let alone a ticket without a good position.

Early in the morning, Shi Shiran took the four rings such as tangyuan and took a carriage to the largest martial arts competition in Kyoto in the western suburbs, which covers a wide area and has a wide field of vision. Because it is once every three years, all kinds of facilities are also complete, and the security work is also in place.

The group came early, and they saw from a distance that the surrounding area of the martial arts competition was already noisy, and all kinds of business-minded small vendors had already set up camp to grab the territory, intending to make a lot of money. Those who have the money to buy tickets to see it will naturally not lack two small sums to buy some snacks or something. Buying and selling, shouting and bargaining, the bustle is no different from the vegetable market.

The carriage that Xiling Lan was sitting in was naturally the carriage of the Four Princes' Mansion, and some soldiers saw it from a distance, cleared the road, and introduced the carriage to the VIP reception.

As soon as I got off the carriage, I met two acquaintances, Xiling Xing and Xiling Heng, the two of them seemed very surprised when they saw Xiling Lan, especially Xiling Heng, who ran over with a flutter, grabbed Xiling Lan's sleeve and didn't let go: "Third sister, I haven't seen you for a long time!" "The small circles under his eyes are a little red as he speaks.