In March, the flowers compete for the beauty of the spring.

On the banks of the Yaoren Lake outside the capital, the daughters of the boudoir in groups of three or three stroll along the lake with green grass, enjoying flowers or joking. This makes the Yaoren Lake, which has been quiet for a winter, more bright and charming.

Three fast horses rushed from a distance, and the one who soaked in the front was a black horse. There was no hair on his body, which was a rare horse with a thousand miles of horse. Everyone looked at it. The boy riding on the horse was even more handsome. The handsome eyebrows and eyes were full of arrogance and arrogance. Even the two people following him were also very outstanding in appearance, but everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on the boy in white. The girls could not help but cover their faces and were shy, but they couldn't help but want to peek. The young men just glanced at it, as if they were about to be burned by the boy's thousand-foot light.

"A Yao, do you dare not be so arrogant? Mo Jingli's eyes were about to throw out the knife when he looked at you." Three horses stopped by the peach forest not far from the lake. Feng Zhiyao, wearing a big red brocade dress, fell off the horse's back and glanced at Mo Xiuyao sideways. Although he was less than thirteen years old, he had been practicing martial arts with Mo Xiuyao in recent years and had a fast stature. He looked like he was only seven or eight years old at the beginning, but now he is about the same height as Mo Xiuyao.

Mo Xiuyao, the second son of the Ding Prince's Mansion, had just returned from the border after winning a battle. He was really excited. The tempering on the battlefield gave him a little sharper sharpness than an ordinary boy of this age.

Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows and said, "When did he see me not throwing the knife?" He glanced at the person who was staring at them not far away with gritting his teeth. Mo Xiuyao said carelessly, "By the way, what is it for this time?"

Feng Zhiyao rolled his eyes, "Young Master Mo, have you forgotten that the day before you went to war, you accidentally put someone in the Jinshui River?"

"Uh? Is there such a thing?" Mo Xiuyao was confused. "I have been on the battlefield for half a year. He has been holding grudges for such a small matter for so long? Are you too idle?" Being put into the river is indeed not a big deal. Is it a mistake? Young Master Feng San thought silently. But it was bad. After Young Master Mo kicked the person down, he didn't think about pulling him up to apologize. When the other person finally came up, he swept past the lake and stepped on the person back.

That day, everyone present cried for His Highness Li. The water in Jinshui River didn't taste very good, so His Highness Li drank a lot. He heard that he had been lying for half a month after he went back. When he got up and went into the palace to sue the emperor, Mo Xiuyao had already gone to war with the army.

"This... was he who attacked me first?" Mr. Mo obviously remembered what he had done, and touched his nose and said, "And, didn't the eldest brother send me someone to go home immediately at that time, so..."

You're in a hurry, so you step on someone's head?

Feng Zhiyao glanced at someone staring at them not far away, and provoked a plague god like Mo Xiuyao, and he didn't know that the gods Mo Jingli offended in his previous life.

"Haha, the scenery in Chujing is really good." The young man in white who followed them and listened silently to them, praised with a smile.

Mo Xiuyao smiled and said, "This is natural. Although the capital is not as hazy as the small bridges in the south of the Yangtze River, it only has a unique flavor. Han Mingyue, how about it? Are you planning to live in the capital for a long time?"

The boy in white shook his head and said, "It's not enough to live for a long time. I'm not at ease when I'm still in Jiangnan. However, I should come to the capital often in the future." Feng Zhiyao looked at the boy in white and said, "Okay, I've heard that the monthly salary is extremely talented, so I'll leave this guy to you in the future." Feng Zhiyao said this a little bit gritted his teeth. When he met Mo Xiuyao, he thought he was stupid. But before he met Mo Xiuyao, Feng Zhiyao really didn't think he was stupid. If he was so stupid, he wouldn't have let the aunt not allow him.

When he went to school, his knowledge was not inferior to that of his children of his age. But since he met Mo Xiuyao, Feng Zhiyao really seriously considered whether he was really stupid. It took him ten days to memorize the same book, and Mo Xiuyao only needed one day to finish his insights. It took three days to learn the same swordsman, and Mo Xiuyao only needed to read it once. In the end, even the teacher who taught them sympathized with the third young master Feng who could not keep up with the rhythm, and gave him a small training.

But Han Mingyue is different. Although Han Mingyue has lived in Jiangnan for a long time, she is only fourteen years old. She is already famous for her. She and Mo Xiuyao are considered to be unfamiliar with each other. In the end, she met her with him by admiring the other party's ability. There was a genius who was equally evil and was conquered by her side. Feng Zhiyao felt that her life would be much better.

Han Mingyue smiled and shook her head, "What kind of genius am I? If I say genius, who can compare with the Xu family's eldest son Xu?" Xu Qingchen, the eldest son of the Xu family, was a few years younger than them, but he was already famous all over the world. All the great scholars who had seen him praised him and were called a peerless genius.

Mo Xiuyao tied the horse under the tree and walked into the peach forest and said, "Xu Qingchen is a literary student, and he is not the same as us." Moreover, the Ding Prince's Mansion and the Xu family cannot get too close. Otherwise, it will not be a good thing for anyone.

In the peach forest, there were clanging sounds of piano and many girls singing and laughing. This time is the time for talented men and beautiful people to go out for a walk.

"Sister Hua."

On an empty grass in the peach forest, a group of gorgeously dressed girls sat on the ground, some were playing the piano, and some were talking and laughing. The girl in purple was sitting in the middle, she was really Hua Yunxi, the daughter of Duke Hua's mansion.

Seeing the three of them coming, the girls couldn't help but blush and quickly got up to greet them. The second son of the Dingwang Mansion was noble and handsome. More importantly, he was still unmarried, and he was the dreamer of many spring boudoirs.

Hua Yunxi stood up, looked at Mo Xiuyao and said with a smile: "I have grown a lot taller after going out. I have heard from my grandfather that you have won a battle. You are indeed a descendant of the Ding Prince's Mansion."

Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows and said, "It's just a small fight."

Hua Yunxi smiled faintly and said, "Zhiyao may not have seen you for a long time, what are you busy with recently?" Feng Zhiyao looked at Hua Yunxi and smiled reluctantly and said, "It's nothing, I'm just locked up at home by the old man." Over the years, Mr. Feng, the second son of the Ding Prince's Mansion, has colluded with him... No, the one who is close to Mo is black. At least half of the bad things Mo Xiuyao did was beaten by Mr. Feng. Mo Xiuyao ran away after he was punished by King Li, but Feng Zhiyao was too young but couldn't run away. He was beaten up by his father, Mr. Feng, and took him home to confine him.

Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows strangely and asked, "When I was not here, what happened in the capital?" Brothers for several years, Mo Xiuyao was still familiar with Feng San. If he was just beaten and locked up by his father, Feng Zhiyao would not have reacted like this. To be honest, Feng Zhiyao has been used to being cleansed by his father. Since the Feng San Junzi's martial arts were strong enough to sweep the Feng family, the only one who could still deal with Feng San Junzi was his father.
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