Chapter 7: My heart is looking north, and the ground is marked as a mark (2) ()

"...You can pull the carving bow like a full moon, look northwest and shoot the sky wolf. Good sentence!" At the same time, another voice sounded. Everyone looked at him, and Cao Daolin, who was sitting in the first place, clapped, but a pair of triangular eyes looked at Yang Ze and smiled, "The domineering poem, I didn't expect that although Yang Ze's brother still climbed hard to find tricks to struggle upwards on the road to martial arts, he also had such heroism and ideals. What level of practice can he pull the carving bow and shoot the sky wolf in the sky? This is probably the realm that the great masters who have reached the eighth level of the high tower in the extreme north can reach!"

It caused some people around him to laugh dryly.

This sentence clearly praises, but actually contains extremely sinister belittlements.

It immediately reminds everyone of Yang Ze's real practice. Originally, the poem was good, but compared with his ambitions, the cruel reality can immediately form a sharp contrast. It even turns from his favorable impression of him that he is extremely exaggerated.

Dong Xuan's beautiful eyes glanced at Yang Ze, revealing a deep sense of loss and disappointment.

The saddest thing in this world is to have the ambition of a swan, but only the thin wings and body of a sparrow. It cannot fly freely in the storm, but can only break and fall. The most painful thing is that it is too ambitious and talented, like Yang Ze, who is full of passion but cannot spread it. He can only hide his inner self with a playboy's appearance all day long.

In the end, the thing that worried Dong Xuan the most was still the case.

At this time, Yang Que stood long, facing Dong Xuan, and smiled, "Xiaoxuan, you have called you Xiaoxuan since you hit Xiao Yang. I still call you like this now... I even hope to call you more affectionately."

An uproar quickly swept around. Yang Ze almost slipped down from the table, laughing and crying, thinking that his elder brother was really fucking straight and unambiguous. This kind of thing made me, a modern person, frightened. What is this? Is it a matter for me in public?

These two guys should not help the more you help.

Yang Que looked at Dong Xuan, whose face was already flushed, with nonchalantness or a surprising and exaggerated expression on his face, and laughed, "I am just a third brother. Although he looks unruly, in fact, he is just a casual and crazy Qingdu Mountain and Waterman. You now understand his feelings. Of course, this ultimately depends on your feelings."

Yang Que glanced calmly but strongly and swept towards Zhao Jin and his group, and continued, "But the day is still the day, no outsiders can interfere with anything! I am naturally like this, and I will not interfere with your decision. This is not a matter of no rush. Haha, it's just that your Sister Ning has entered our family, and we will be a family in the future. When you have time, you should come to the mansion more often to see your Sister Ning, or the other way around. Let our third brother go to your side on behalf of our Marquis' Mansion to stay for a few more days?"

Everyone around him was in front of the Yang family's domineering and domineering aura, the eldest brother of the Yang family, and could not speak a word.

After a while, a man shook his head and murmured from the shock, "It's so shameless, your Qichun Marquis Mansion is so shameless..."

Just saw a pair of peach blossom eyes that were more beautiful than the woman staring at him "water spirit". Yang Wenyuan's peach blossom-like eyes showed a sharp spirit, and a trembling smile appeared, "You should have a third brother like us, or in other words, a big brother like us... you can be shameless."

Yang Ze was completely broken by his elder brother and second brother. However, a burst of heart-stirring touching arises in his heart.

What a dazzling courage!

The corner of her clothes that Dong Xuan's lightly squeezed with her hands turned white because she tried too hard. The soft lips that she bit and the rapid convergence of her pupils showed a fierce dispute and conflict in her heart, almost biting her lips and bleeding. She stared at Yang Ze, and a hint of anger had already appeared in her eyes.

Why do you want to force me so much?

She knew Yang Ze since she was a child. They met in Gaomen Mansion. They once ran through the long streets of Shanglin City and the narrow and twisted alleys, and ate the country snacks sold on Wuyi Street together. They were also privately sneered by some people in the royal capital as childhood sweethearts. However, since childhood, Dong Xuan heard her father shake his head and sigh. There were not many descendants of the Dong family, whether it was her or her eldest sister Dong Ning, plus two nephews, four of them were women. Dong Xuan lost her mother since she was a child, and her father missed her deceased mother and did not want to marry again, so she did not add any more males in the family. As the Dong family, which is prominent in the capital, such a family business and future must be inherited by a responsible man.

If a woman is not enough to take on such a heavy responsibility, then she and her elder sister must have shoulders that can be relied on. This shoulder must not only be able to entrust her to the backbone of the Dong family, but also to bear the entire Dong family's backbone and lead the huge foundation of the Dong family toward a more glorious place.

Her eldest sister Dong Ning has already pursued her own happiness. The problem is that she is only married to the eldest grandson of Qichun Hou. If she wants to inherit the foundation of the Dong family, she must at least be a person with the same status as a prince and grandson. Moreover, he must not only have status, but also have the talent and strength in cultivation! He must have the ability to take on the entire Dong family and let her rely on.

Since she grew up with Yang Ze, it is also false to say that she has no feelings or feelings. But the problem is that as the future head of the Dong family, she must be looking for a support, not a person who cannot help the overall situation alone.

So Yang Ze, why do you have to force yourself so hard! Why can’t you let go?

She clenched her fists tightly, and her heart became entangled.

At the same time, a voice sounded from the side, interrupting Yang Que, "I'm sorry, I don't agree with Brother Yang's words."

Everyone looked at the Changchun Crown Crown Prince Zhao Jin, who was sitting at the front of the side, stood up, looked at Yang Ze, and murmured, "I was unfortunately at home and I proposed marriage to Miss Dong Xuan a few days ago..." Zhao Jin then looked at Dong Xuan who looked at him in shock, nodded gently, and turned to the audience, "The parents of both sides had discussed it. Although they were not sure, they had a general solution. So now, it is not impossible to say that Miss Dong Xuan is my fiancee who was engaged in a engagement."

"When did I ask you... It's your turn?" Yang Que asked Zhao Jin who was standing up to the point of the mouth, but as long as he looked at his hands behind him, he could see a slight trembling of suppressing anger.

This sentence is very domineering. Since I didn't tell you to speak, then don't talk too much.

Everyone present was immersed in a wave of surprise that was shocked by the sudden information. Although there was no matchmaker's words about the matter between Dong Xuan and Yang Ze, most of the kings agreed without hesitation that the future development of the two parties was developed by the two big families. If what Zhao Jin said at this time was true, it would not be the same as Changchun Hou and Dong Sima Dong's family who had lost the face of the Qichun Hou Mansion? And it was rumored that Changchun Hou and Qichun Hou had always had disagreements, so did they begin to have some open surges?

Zhao Jin at the scene was not concerned about Yang Que's questioning, so he picked up the ivory bone fan in his hand and bowed gently to him, "In front of Brother Yang with artistic conception, I naturally dare not say much nonsense, but just stood up to correct some distorted facts. If Brother Yang blamed me, then I can only be willing to be punished."

"You don't need to seek the cleverness in these words. Where did you get the courage? Do you really think that the sword in my hand in Yang Que dared not cut your head?" The long sword behind Yang Que trembled without wind, as if it would be deshewn in the next moment.

Cai Daolin and Cao Chenggang, who were beside Zhao Jin, were immediately nervous and alert.

"I dare not, Brother Yang can do it, but I just state the facts. Whether the matter is true or not, I just need to ask for a question to understand." Zhao Jin bowed slightly, just saying something cleverly. He was unarmed. If Yang Que relied on his cultivation of artistic conception, he would be at a disadvantage.

At this moment, Yang Wenyuan had quietly pressed the short sword on his waist.

If they openly had something with Zhao Jin and others, although it does not mean that there will be any major conflict between the two parties at the family level, it is estimated that Shanglin City will spread today's conflict the next day. The most important thing is that all this is because of him, Yang Ze. His two elder brothers are kind enough to stand up for him, but this move will eventually confirm his reputation as Yang Ze's naughty. He had just been a good student for a period of time, but he did not want to waste all his previous efforts.

Taking this right, Yang Ze happened to step out in a tense situation and stepped among the crowd.

Yang Ze then looked at Dong Xuan and said, "Is what he said... true?"

Yang Ze's stand-up made everyone's eyes focus on him, and successfully weakened the tension of the surroundings, but at this moment, a trace of inexplicable hardship in his voice could still be heard.

Dong Xuan was fighting with heaven and man in her heart, and seemed to be a little confused at Yang Ze who was standing in front of her, but in the end she still looked at him, and her snow-white face nodded slightly, "Yes."

Despite Yang Ze's soul from another world, Yang Ze still felt an inexplicable dull pain when he saw Dong Xuan's nod. Although he knew that this was not his own emotion, just like he was to Yang Que and Yang Wenyuan in front of him. After all, it was the original Yang Ze's admiration for this girl that had been buried in many years.

Dong Xuan's beautiful dark brown eyes stared at Yang Ze's side face, which suddenly became lonely, clenched her fists and bit her lips, but she knew that some things would still be said. Otherwise, there would be something he would not give up next time, and said, "Yang Ze, I hope you can understand that although we grew up together, it is impossible between the two of them...so, you should... let it go."

Just a consideration of the overall situation, as the possible head of the Dong family in the future, any of her actions will be strictly examined by the family, and her other half must not be a drag. The proud Dong family is even more impossible to rely on the protection of the Qichun Hou.

But after this sentence, she saw Yang Ze's face disappearing in the mist of her eyes, and the face that was sparse and sprinkled across the king's capital passed by a trace of sadness that had never been felt. His eyes sting like a needle.

In his memory, there was a girl in blue shirt. They met in the high courtyard of the princes and princes, so they could never forget their big eyes that were suitable for both movement and stillness. So they could never forget her crisp voice. They could not forget the military chess they played together in the hot summer in the mansion. They were unwilling to give up on each other's face and even fought. As well as the encouragement she gave to herself in the dilemma of cultivation. In his memory, he thought he had been staying in his original place, but in fact he had been swept away by the silent prehistoric world and sent to the cemetery.

The second brother Yang Wenyuan's short sword "Zheng!" turned back and sneered, "Is this the way the future head of the Grand Sima Mansion will do? Well, very good, I saw it today. What a shirk to use his power to secretly cross Chen Cang. Zhao Jin and Zhaozi were young and advanced to the second level of Qihai Realm. Looking at the entire capital, it is rare. My third brother is a rare waste, dull and mediocre person. Of course, he is not worthy of the future young head of your Grand Sima family."

Dong Xuan seemed to be inspired by some words. If she mocked the Dong family, she would never agree. So although her eyes were red and swollen, her beautiful and sharp face was still raised proudly, and she never lowered her head at all.

Showing her pride.

But Yang Ze's voice sounded like a graceful boat in a storm at this moment, "Brother, can you lend your sword to use it?"

The long sword jumped out of the scabbard behind Yang Que and then inserted it on the wooden board between Yang Ze and Dong Xuan.

"Do you want to use a sword to deal with me..." For some reason, when Dong Xuan's heart felt inexplicably tingling at this moment when she saw Yang Ze holding the hilt with one hand. The knuckles that were tightly pinched with both hands became more and more white, which made her suppress the soreness on the tip of her nose.

What she subconsciously thought of was not that she used her fourth-level Qihai Realm to subdue him, but that she wanted to be injured by him the next moment, so that she would be cut off her robe and have a broken meaning.

But he saw Yang Ze holding the hilt of the sword, and in the pride that Dong Xuan raised her jaw, she moved her hand and drew a crack on the ground.

But he looked up and smiled at Dong Xuan that surprised her but was slightly dazzling, and said, "Shakespeare said that no matter how good things are, there will be a day of losing them, no matter how deep the memories are, there will be a day of forgetting them, and no matter how beautiful dreams are, there will be a day of awakening. We don't need to be friends, because we have hurt each other. I will not become enemies with you, because I once loved you... but from now on, we will have no relationship."

After saying that, Yang Ze took the sword and left. As for whether the boss here would ask him for compensation, how much it would be. What is important is that he used this method to separate the girl in the blue shirt from the original memories of Yang Ze forever.

My heart is already looking north, so I will mark the ground.

At this moment, he felt like a damn poet. He was still the kind of third-rate poet who had all his backpacks hanging, and was in a humble manner. He didn't know which overpass to sleep under tomorrow.

And behind his appearance, Dong Xuan's delicate body in the light blue Luo shirt finally couldn't help but tremble and sobbed.
Chapter completed!