In the third month of the Chu capital, hundreds of flowers were blooming. The spring scenery was intoxicating.
On the outskirts of the capital, by the shore of Beauty Lake, groups of two or three young ladies were strolling along the grassy shore, either admiring the flowers or joking around. This made Beauty Lake, which had been quiet for an entire winter, even brighter and more moving.
Three fast horses were galloping from the distance. The one at the front was a black steed. There was not a single strand of hair on its body. At a glance, it was a rare steed. What caught everyone's attention was the youth on the horse. He was dressed in white, had black hair, and was handsome. His handsome face was full of confidence and arrogance. Even though the two people behind him were also very outstanding, everyone's eyes involuntarily fell on the white-clothed young man. The young ladies couldn't help but cover their faces in embarrassment, but some couldn't help but want to peek. The young masters only took one look and felt like their eyes were about to be burned by this youth's radiance.
"A 'Yao, can you not be so arrogant? Mo Jingli's gaze is about to throw knives at you. " The three steeds stopped by the peach forest not far from the lake. Feng Zhiyao, dressed in red brocade, fell off the back of the horse and glanced at Mo Xiuyao. Although he was not yet thirteen, he had been practicing martial arts with Mo Xiuyao for the past few years. His body had quickly grown. At first, he looked like he was seven or eight years old. Now, he was about the same height as Mo Xiuyao.
The second young master of the Prince Ding Mansion, Mo Xiuyao, was thirteen years old and had just returned from a victorious battle at the border. He was in high spirits. The tempering on the battlefield made him sharper than other youths of his age.
Mo Xiuyao raised his brows and said, "When did he not throw knives at me when he saw me?" Glancing at the person not far away who was gnashing his teeth and glaring at them, Mo Xiuyao said carelessly, "Speaking of which, what is it this time?"
Feng Zhiyao rolled his eyes. "Second young master Mo, have you forgotten that the day before you left, you accidentally kicked someone into the Golden Water River?"
"Eh? There's such a thing? "Mo Xiuyao was at a loss." This young master has been away for half a year, and he's holding a grudge for so long over such a small matter? Do you have too much time on your hands? "Being thrown into the river was not a big deal. Young Master Feng San thought to himself. But the bad thing was that after Second Young Master Mo kicked him down, he didn't even think of pulling him up to apologize. Instead, when he finally managed to get up, Second Young Master Mo brushed past him and stepped on him again.
That day, there was not a single person who did not shed tears for His Highness King Li. The water of the Golden Water River did not taste good, but His Highness Prince Li drank his fill. I heard that he was bedridden for more than half a month after he returned. By the time he got up and went to the palace to complain, Mo Xiuyao had already left with the army.
"This … he was the one who attacked me first, okay?" Second Young Master Mo clearly remembered what he had done. He rubbed his nose and said, "Moreover, at that time, didn't Eldest Brother send someone to ask me to return immediately, so …"
You were in a hurry, so you stepped on his head?
Feng Zhiyao glanced at a certain person who was glaring at them from not far away. To provoke a plague like Mo Xiuyao, he wondered what kind of immortal Mo Jingli had offended in his past life.
"Hehe, the scenery of the Chu capital is really not bad." The white-clothed youth who had been silently listening to their conversation praised with a smile.
Mo Xiuyao smiled and said, "Of course. Although the capital is not as hazy as Jiangnan's little bridge over flowing water, it still has its own flavor. Han Mingyue, what do you think? Are you planning to stay in the capital for a long time? "
The white-clothed youth shook his head and said, "I can't stay for a long time. Mingxi is still in Jiangnan, so I'm worried. However, I will probably come to the capital often in the future. " Feng Zhiyao looked at the white-clothed youth and said happily, "That's good. I've heard that Mingyue is extremely intelligent. In the future, I'll leave this fellow to you." When he said this, Feng Zhiyao seemed to be gnashing his teeth. The first time they met, Mo Xiuyao had thought he was stupid. But before he met Mo Xiuyao, Feng Zhiyao had never thought of himself as stupid. If he was stupid, he wouldn't have been as knowledgeable as other children his age even though his aunt wouldn't allow him to attend school. But ever since he met Mo Xiuyao, Feng Zhiyao seriously considered whether or not he was really stupid. For the same book, he needed ten days to memorize, but Mo Xiuyao only needed one day to finish writing. For the same sword style, he needed three days to learn, but Mo Xiuyao only needed to read it once. In the end, even the teacher who taught them sympathized with young master Feng San, who couldn't keep up at all, and gave him a special lesson.
But Han Mingyue was different. Although Han Mingyue had lived in Jiangnan for a long time, she was only fourteen years old. Young master Mingyue, on the other hand, was already famous throughout Jiangnan. He and Mo Xiuyao could be said to have gotten to know each other through an exchange of blows. In the end, they got to know each other because they admired each other's abilities. Feng Zhiyao felt that his life would be much better with such a monstrous genius by his side.
Han Mingyue smiled and shook her head: "I'm not a genius. If we're talking about geniuses, who can compare to young master Xu of the Xu family?" The young master of the Xu family, Xu Qingchen, was a few years younger than them, but he was already famous throughout the world. All the scholars who had seen him were full of praise and called him a peerless genius.
Mo Xiuyao casually tied the horse to a tree and walked into the peach forest: "Xu Qingchen studies literature. He's not on the same path as us." Moreover, the Prince Ding Mansion and the Xu family couldn't get too close. Otherwise, it wouldn't be good for anyone.
In the peach forest, the sound of zither music could be heard from a distance. There were also many young girls singing and laughing. At this time, it was the time for scholars and beautiful girls to go out for a walk.
"Sister Hua."
On an empty patch of grass in the peach forest, a group of young girls dressed in luxurious clothes sat on the ground. Some were playing zithers, while others were chatting and laughing. Sitting in the center was a young girl dressed in purple. She was the daughter of the Duke of Hua, Hua Yunxi.
Seeing the three of them, the young girls couldn't help but blush. They hurriedly stood up and greeted them. The second young master of the Prince Ding Mansion was of noble status. He was handsome, and more importantly, he was unmarried. He was the dream man of many young girls.
Hua Yunxi stood up and looked at Mo Xiuyao with a smile. "You've grown a lot taller after going out. I've long heard from Grandfather that you won a battle. You're indeed worthy of being a descendant of Prince Ding's residence."
Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It's just a small fight."
Hua Yunxi smiled faintly and said: "Zhiyao, I haven't seen you in a long time. What have you been busy with recently?" Feng Zhiyao looked at Hua Yunxi and forced a smile: "It's nothing. I've been locked up at home by the old man." These years, Young Master Feng San and the second young master of the Prince Ding Mansion were in cahoots … … No, one is influenced by their environment. At least half of the bad things that Mo Xiuyao did were done by Young Master Feng San. Mo Xiuyao dealt with Prince Li and ran away. Feng Zhiyao was too young to run away. His father, Old Master Feng, gave him a good beating and sent him home for confinement.
Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows in confusion and asked: "What happened in the capital when I wasn't here?" After being brothers for a few years, Mo Xiuyao understood Feng Zhiyao well enough. If he had only been beaten up by his father and locked up, then Feng Zhiyao wouldn't have reacted this way. To put it bluntly, Feng Zhiyao was used to being taught a lesson by his father. Ever since Young Master Feng San's martial prowess swept through the entire Feng Clan, the only one left in the Feng Clan who could teach him a lesson was his father.
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