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Wang Wei politely replied.

"Thank you, Young County Lord, for your kindness; however, you are a guest today, please have some tea at the side."

Yan Haomin shook his head and said:

"My father taught me to say that children are hard to kill. Our two families are not outsiders, so there's no need to be so polite."

Saying that, he turned his gaze towards Song Zixun, who was seated and drinking tea, "an outsider".

Wang Wei had a headache as he lowered his voice and said:

"Although our two families are on good terms with each other, we are still guests.

If you serve me more tea, wouldn't that make people think that my Wang Family isn't very hospitable?

Young County Lord wouldn't let my father teach me a lesson according to family rules, right? "

Yan Haomin was stunned by the side. Although he did not know the rules of the Wang Family and how severe a "lesson" was, offending Wang Wei was naturally not a good thing.

After hesitating for a while, he followed up and spoke behind Wang Wei.

"Brother Wang, how about we go play chess?

"I'm the guest and you're the master. You play chess with me, pass the time, and get it done!"

Rubbing his hands, one of Yan Haomin's eyelids blinked. He looked at Wang Wei in anticipation, afraid that he wouldn't agree.

Just as he was hesitating, someone suddenly came in from outside and came over to tell Wang Wei:

"Big Brother, Uncle has sent a message asking Young Princess to come over."

Wang Wei hurriedly nodded, he could only settle Yan Haomin down, and brought his brother over to Song Zixun and said:

"Young Princess, my father invites you."

Behind him, Yan Haomin sat on the side as he held a teacup tightly in his hand.

In the courtyard of Wang Family, there was an exquisite flower hall. It was where Wang Zhande received the common guests.

The room was simple and unadorned; there was a coffee table, chairs, a bookshelf, a few Demonic Core s and other things placed on a bookshelf. The fragrance of ink made people feel proud; it was more like a study than a flower room.

At the moment, Wang Zhande was accompanying Song Shiyou in the hall drinking and chatting; beside him, Yang Linglong was accompanying him.

After ten months, she seemed to have matured a little, which showed that she was very worried for Feng Yi.

When Song Zixun came in, Song Shiyou had already heard it. He stopped eating and smiled at him:

"Come, the little girl is safe and sound this time, you have also saved a lot of worry. Come and toast a glass of wine to Uncle Shi, pay more attention in the future.

"In a few days it will be seventeen, and less rough, and will cause trouble for your own family, and will be seen as a joke by outsiders."

Wang Zhande glanced at Song Shiyou. He was very clear about what had said, but it wasn't convenient for him to say anything.

He himself had done rough things when he was young; after all, he could not take every word of a young man seriously.

Song Zixun was startled, he knew what his father meant, but …

After nearly a year of training, he had matured quite a bit. He respectfully took the cup, slowly poured a cup, knelt on one knee, offered both hands, and elegantly said:

"My nephew was muddle-headed for a moment, causing Little Sister Feng Yi to experience a calamity. My nephew will listen to Uncle Shi's punishments; in the future, I will definitely treat her as my own sister!"

"Don't scare people, be her little sister!"

Hearing that Song Zixun's words were wrong, Song Shiyou rushed to scold him.

"Her own brother is safe and sound. He wouldn't be as arrogant as you, who would be so amazing with just a little bit of talent.

The most beautiful novel about the female students of Liangliang

Forgetting your grandpa's teachings, people aren't too different from each other. In order to accomplish something, you have to rely on 10% talent, 20% luck, 30% conditions, and 40% diligence.

Wang Wei's talent is not any weaker than yours, but he had to help your uncle manage the family, so he could not concentrate on cultivation, which was why his registration was slightly lower than yours.

[You don't even have the talent to compete with me!]

Speaking of which, brother, when did that girl break through to a warrior? Did he cultivate the auspicious cloud technique?

I just happened to get a Copper rank battle art a while ago, and it has a matching battle skills, I keep it for the girl to practice with.

The higher one's starting point was, the faster one would improve. In the future, he would be able to subdue this kid and prevent him from not knowing what he was capable of. Sooner or later, he would cause trouble for me!

Crack, crack, crack. Song Shiyou scolded Song Zixun head to head; changed the topic of the conversation, and started to argue with Wang Zhande. In reality, he was reminding his precious son so that he wouldn't make a mistake again.

Good move, the way you said it sounded so nice, it was like a flower blooming on the tongue!

Yang Linglong put down the dishes and silently withdrew herself. She did not care how Song Shiyou taught his son, or how long she prepared to make him kneel for.

Whether it was her Darling daughter or her warriors, they were all her daughters. When she was tired and in pain, she let her daughter rest.

Song Zixun waved his hand, the alcohol scattered all over his knees, and the expression in his eyes quickly changed.

They originally thought that Feng Yi was excited by his marriage annulment, and felt that this kind of girl had no ability at all, and could not face the reality.

Moreover, for some reason, he already had a feeling that he saw Feng Yi as her little sister … … but now …

Who's going to tell me what's going on?

The year started, and by the end of the year, he had become a glorified soldier.

However, his father's intentions, were naturally not wrong; no matter how good his relationship with Wang Zhande was, if he really wanted this marriage, he would not be muddle-headed to this point, and even made up a mysterious warrior to trick him into agreeing!?

Song Zixun's mind flew, he did not even care about the pain from kneeling, his face was filled with astonishment, and only after a long while did he regain his senses.

No wonder he had always felt that Feng Yi was different from the others. When they broke the engagement, he had once tested Feng Yi's strength, and after seeing Feng Yi's reaction time and time again, he could only describe him with one word: weird!

He did not know when Feng Yi had broken through, but since the matter had already reached this point, it was definitely going to happen.

Taking a deep breath, he felt a dull ache in his chest!

Song Zixun steadied the alcohol in his hand and waited for his opportunity.

On the other hand, Wang Zhande secretly sighed. He really couldn't bear to brush away his good intentions towards Song Shiyou.

If Song Zixun could change his temper, perhaps he could also be a qualified son-in-law.

After hesitating for a moment, he said calmly:

"The little girl's strength has always been unstable, I was afraid of making a joke out of it, so I never told her myself. Now that Princess Song knows, please keep it a secret.

"I left the Mysterious Cloud Art by my side, but she didn't practice it either."

"In the future, let us just let her cultivate the Returning Wind Technique or the Mourning Cloud Technique to protect ourselves."

If you have too many high level battle art s and weapons, it is easy to attract the envy of others, and cause unnecessary trouble. "

Seeing that Wang Zhande's tone was not good, Song Shiyou's face changed, and said with a face as refined and warm as the spring wind:

"Brother, those words of yours are a bit foreign. There's no need to say it in secret, the little girl is very cautious, she is actually a very sensible child."

As for the battle art and battle skills, let her cultivate the Flame Heaven Arts and the Crane Fist.

Son, rather than making friends everywhere, why don't you stay and cultivate with the little girl?

With the Flame Heaven Incantation, she will surpass you in less than a year or two. When that time comes, you just have to wait for that girl to return your arrogance to you. "

Uh, Wang Zhande was stunned, second, third …

He never thought that Song Shiyou would actually make a decision so quickly, and even block his path of retreat.

But ever since that incident, his daughter's attitude towards Song Zixun seemed to have changed.

Even his entire family did not like Song Zixun. This was a huge headache for them.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Zhande could only laugh dryly:

"Little girl's talent is limited, and you're cultivating too late, how can you surpass Young Princess? Princess Song, quickly stop teasing this little girl.

"As for whether I should cultivate it or not, I will ask the little girl about it in the future before deciding on whether or not I should cultivate it."

Song Shiyou's hands paused for a bit, his expression still tight and refined as he nodded:

"Of course, little girl is not young anymore. Young people have their own ideas."

But when you go back and forth between Princess and us, we will punish you with a good punishment tonight, and you won't stop until you're drunk.

"Evil son, you should know your wrongs. Go back and have your grandfather beat your flesh."

Song Zixun was startled, knowing that he had kneeled enough, he immediately handed over the wine, and said respectfully:

"This nephew knows his wrongs, and I hope that uncle Shi and father can forgive me."

Wang Zhande took the cup and sighed inwardly. He could tell that this child was not bad, but he didn't know what his daughter was thinking.

All of a sudden, the three of them unconsciously turned to the east, as if they could see through space and time to see what Feng Yi was thinking about …