Zhong Liyan looked at Song Zhiyu, and a trace of surprise flashed through her eyes. She raised her hand and clasped her fists: "I wonder which young master you are?"

Song Zhiyu also clasped his fists, with a smile on his eyebrows and eyes: "I am not from the capital, but from Jiangnan and the Song family of Jiangnan. Now he is in Beijing and temporarily stays in a relative's house and wants to participate in this year's palace examination."

"Then does this Young Master Song know how to do kung fu?"

"It's just some punching skills."

Zhong Liyan nodded with a smile: "Okay, please."

Offstage.

Yu Ling was feeling quite complicated and a little disappointed. She leaned on Xie Weiran and said depressedly: "When will my cousin know how to do it? I have never seen him use it."

She suddenly felt her eyes swelling.

After all, I was moved, and I would abandon it if I could say that I would abandon it.

Xie Weiran reached out to her and said, "Okay, the road is ready, have you figured it out?"

"I thought it clear, but I saw it with my own eyes and another thing." Yu Ling became more and more depressed: "Also, my brother and I didn't hear my cousin attending this competition to recruit brides, and he didn't recognize this girl Zhongli. Why did he go to the stage rashly?"

Xie Weiran sighed. She could understand Song Zhiyu's behavior. He was about to enter the officialdom, so he naturally wanted to find a good relative.

On the stage, Song Zhiyu picked up a long sword. He calmly looked at the light on the sword, and a place in his heart collapsed.

He looked downstairs without hesitation.

There were crowds of people in the audience, with many strange faces. But there were also a few familiar faces. He stayed on the delicate and lively face for a while before moving his eyes, and finally retracted his sight.

Everything has passed, and he always has to move forward.

He turned to look at Zhong Liyan, pinched the hilt of the sword, and smiled: "Please."

When he was talking, he was about to finish his words, Zhong Liyan stabbed him with a sharp knife. He immediately turned his wrist and straightened the sword in his hand, blocking the attack of the sharp knife with a narrow blade.

Seeing him dodge aside again, flip his wrist, and the sword in his hand immediately crossed. The sword energy was fierce and attacking Zhongliyan. She was shocked and retreated repeatedly.

......

Ling'er yawned, tears flashing in her eyes. She rubbed her eyes and laughed: "It seems that my cousin can hold the beautiful woman."

Yu Sheng reached out and rubbed her hair bun, with a soft tone: "What are you worried about with so many men in the world for you to choose from?"

Yu Ling laughed out loud: "Then why are you worried about?"

Yu Sheng heard her implicit sound, but was silent and refused to answer.

Seeing his appearance, Yu Ling turned her head and looked at Xie Weiran who was watching the fun, turned around and sighed.

This word love is really tormenting.

There was a crisp sound on the stage, and the sharp knife in Zhong Liyan's hand fell to the ground, and a long sword emitting cold light was standing horizontally between her neck.

She looked at Song Zhiyu with a smile: "Congratulations."

Song Zhiyu withdrew his sword, and he stood on the stage and looked down, feeling his mind blank and turned into a paste.

He automatically blocked those congratulations, sour and incredible voices.

In his mind were scenes from childhood.

When he was young, he did not live well in the Song family in Jiangnan. His father's strict and pathological discipline made him autistic for a while, but his mother died early, his stepmother was a smiley tiger, and the people in the mansion were all villains who changed their minds.
Chapter completed!