He Qi and Zhu Qijue grinned together.

As long as Zheng Qinghuai didn't mention himself when he was a mean person, it was still quite interesting.

Ye Lingyun, who was ruthlessly humiliated, set out his sword in anger.

Zheng Qinghuai was not much stronger than him, only a little bit. He had a fight with Zhu Qijue before, but he was weak at this time. Ye Lingyun tried hard to take action, and Zheng Qinghuai was defeated step by step. He was chased by the sword in Ye Lingyun's hand and ran away in a mess.

After a cup of tea, Zheng Qinghuai raised his hand to surrender, "I won't fight anymore, I won't fight anymore! I admit defeat!"

Ye Lingyun, who had never won a fight, felt quite proud and pulled up a beautiful sword flower with his sword in his hand, looking down on the world, "Who else will?"

Before He Qi could open his mouth, Ye Lingyun rushed to say, "He San is not allowed to come!"

Zhu Qijue rolled his eyes and said, "If you want to invite me to fight, just say it! Don't bend around the bush!" As he said that, he held the long sword and rushed forward.

He Qi focused on watching the battle.

Several of the playboy friends are lazy and playful, and none of them are willing to work hard to practice martial arts. Fortunately, they are from generals with special backgrounds and have some basic skills. Especially their cousin Zhu Qijue, who is quite talented, has a good training for half a month, and may have a fight in the imperial guards' election.

I was originally not sure about it, but now I can barely have one.

...

A few days passed in a flash.

The imperial guards contest will be tomorrow.

The grandma was full of confidence in her baby grandson He Qi, so she specially called He Qi to cheer him up early in the morning. "Sanlang, tomorrow's competition, you must be strong! Let everyone see how outstanding He Sanlang is!"

What is the most dandy in the capital?

He is the first young and promising young man in the capital!

The lady is full of hope and hope.

He Qi felt warm and nodded, "Don't worry, grandma, I will definitely win the lead. At that time, grandma raises her head and stands up and waits to please others."

The lady was coaxed and smiled.

Zheng sneered in his heart.

With just force, He Qi does have the hope of winning the championship... However, she worked hard for several years and would never allow He Qi to emerge!

He Qi didn't want to throw away the reputation of the most dandy in the capital.

"Sanlang," Zheng smiled affectionately, trying to hold He Qi's hand. "Auntie also hopes that you will have a future and add luster to the He family."

He Qi took two steps back, causing Zheng's hand to fall awkwardly. He pulled the corner of his mouth with a smile, "I won't let my aunt down."

Zheng has maintained the image of a good aunt for more than ten years, so naturally he can't mind He Qi's mere rudeness. He smiled and blamed himself, "Sanlang has grown up and is at the age of being able to marry a wife. It's his aunt who cares about you and always treats you as a child."

"One day left, don't delay here, go to the martial arts field soon!"

Such a kind and caring good aunt is really hard to find in the world.

A sarcastic look flashed in He Qi's eyes, and said goodbye to the Tai Madam, and then stepped to the martial arts venue.

Zheng looked at He Qi's back, and the chill flashed in his eyes.

Everything is arranged.

He Qi, no matter how frivolous and arrogant you are, you can't escape my plot.

...

After an hour, Su Mu came to the inner hall with cold sweat and anxiety, reporting, "Madam Qi, the third young master suddenly had abdominal pain. In just one hour, he had been to the room three times."

The lady was startled and stood up suddenly, "What's going on?"

Zheng, who was standing beside him, looked panicked, "Sumu, what's wrong with Sanlang? It was so easy to get sour in the morning, why did you suddenly get a stomachache?"

Su Mu knelt down, blaming himself and feeling guilty. "I don't know what happened. The third young master went to the martial arts training ground to practice swords early in the morning. After practicing for a while, he felt abdominal pain... The young master wanted to report it, but the young master refused. He said some trivial matters, so that the lady should not worry."

At the beginning, Su Mu didn't take it seriously.

The master has been practicing martial arts for a while and is as strong as a tiger. He rarely gets sick. He occasionally has abdominal pain, so it should be cured after he has been to the clean room. Unexpectedly, in one hour, the master went to the clean room three times, and his abdomen was cramped from time to time, and his face became more and more ugly.

Su Mu then realized something was wrong. He ignored He Qi's obstruction and came to report to the Grandma.

The lady was worried and immediately stepped to the martial arts training ground.

Zheng, who was also "worry and anxious", held the eldest lady's arm and went to the martial arts venue together.

He Qi was indeed in a bad situation.

He seemed to have an unbearable abdominal pain, his brows were frowning tightly, and his handsome face turned pale. His hand holding the long sword was trembling slightly. Zhu Qijue, who was not his ten-handed enemy in the past, was able to tie him with the sword.

Zheng was secretly happy, his voice full of anxious and worried, "Mother-in-law, Saburo is too stubborn and competitive. If you are not feeling well, you should rest. If you continue practicing like this, will it hurt your body?"

The lady's heart suddenly sank, "Stop!"

Zhu Qijue actually didn't want to practice anymore. But his cousin insisted on continuing, and he didn't dare to respond. Even now, his cousin didn't stop, and he didn't dare to stop first...

The grandma's voice came into her ears, and Zhu Qijue breathed a sigh of relief and shouted urgently, "Cousin! Stop!"

He Qi seemed to have never heard of it, and still waved his sword forward. Zhu Qijue had to block it with his sword. When the two swords intersected, Zhu Qijue was slightly better.

The anxious voice of the lady came into her ears, "Sanlang! Stop!"

He Qi frowned, as if he was about to say something, but he didn't say anything. Wuming's anger flashed in his eyes, and suddenly threw the long sword in his hand, and strode away regardless of the people around him.

It must be an unbearable abdominal pain!

After being pulled for a whole day, my hands and feet were weak and I didn’t even have the strength to walk.

Zheng sneered proudly in his heart, comforting the anxious lady, "Don't be anxious, mother-in-law. I will order someone to invite the doctor to see Sanlang for treatment."

The grandma's brows were almost twisted and she opened her mouth and said, "I ordered someone to go to Huimin Pharmacy and ask Miss Cheng to come and see Saburo for treatment."

Zheng was stunned at first, and soon came to his senses and opened his mouth to respond.

There is also a process for treating diseases by taking medicine. The abdominal pain is so good that it will take a few days to recover its strength and vitality. Not to mention inviting Cheng Jinrong, even if it is Du Heng, the most famous miracle doctor in the Great Chu Dynasty, it will be useless.

In the election of the imperial guards tomorrow, He Qi definitely cannot participate.

Zhu Qijue, Zheng Qinghuai, Ye Lingyun and the other two looked at each other.

He Qi was determined to win the election of the imperial guards. He practiced hard during this period of time, and even the three of them were trained to be worse than death.

If He Qi didn't go, of course the three of them wouldn't have to go.

Strangely, they are not excited now, but they are a little strange and uncomfortable.

"What should we do now?" Ye Lingyun asked in a low voice.

Zheng Qinghuai shrugged, "What else can I do? Stay here to accompany He San first! He won't be angry, and he can't think about it anymore..."

"Pooh!"

Zhu Qijue and Ye Lingyun spit together, "Shut up your stinky mouth!"

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