The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

It was indeed Shi Anxia who asked Cen Yuan to send people to keep an eye on the movements in the Xiao Mansion.

But she didn't expect that Cen Yuan's subordinates were so fierce. Three times, five times and two times, the entire kidnapping team was packed up and kidnapped for the second time, and then given directly to Dong Yuwei.

This case is related to Xiao Changhe's fraud case. If it is sent over, Ma Chuyi will make meritorious deeds again.

As for the injured Mrs. Xiao, proper arrangements were made. Mrs. Meng, who was good at gynecology, returned to her hometown of Jade City a few days ago. She was stopped by Shi Anxia's people as soon as she arrived in the capital.

In this way, the case of imperial examination fraud and the kidnapping case will be closed soon.

Inside the door, the two women seemed to be having a fierce confrontation, but in fact they were just crushing each other one-sidedly.

Jingzhe was eaten to death and looked at Shi Anxia with fear in her eyes.

She suddenly realized a problem, and her legs became weak and she knelt down, "Girl, please raise your noble hand and let me go. I will never dare to do evil again. I must control my mouth and not say another word." "

Shi Anxia said calmly, "If you enter the Dongyu Guards' Yamen, you will be punished by the Dongyu Guards. What does this have to do with me?"

Jingzhe knew that with the noble girl's behavior, she would definitely remind Dong Yuwei to silence her so that she would not ruin Mrs. Xiao's reputation by talking nonsense outside.

Shi Anxia had this plan.

Not only Jingzhe, but also Aunt Luo, Xiao Changhe and the nanny involved in this matter are all poisonous and mute, so that Mrs. Xiao's reputation can be preserved to the maximum extent. Otherwise, just gossip and strange looks could kill Mrs. Xiao.

……

In the corridor outside the door.

Dong Yuwei came over with Cen Yuan.

Ma Chuyi asked smoothly, "Why did Young Master Cen come in person?"

Cen Yuan answered casually, "Come to take our little girl home."

Ma Chuyi: "..." Caught off guard! I shouldn't have asked!

A kind of sourness filled my mouth, mixed with a faint bitter taste.

His hands suddenly itched, "It's better to choose a day and hit the sun. How many moves can we learn from each other?"

This damn desire to win!

If you are frustrated in love, you have to find it somewhere else.

Cen Yuan raised her eyebrows, "Please!"

Ma Chuyi arranged for others to guard the torture room and took Cen Yuan to Dong Yuwei's exclusive arena.

There are weapons to choose from on both sides.

Ma Chuyi made a gesture of invitation, "You choose first."

Cen Yuan said, "I don't have to, you can do whatever you want."

Ma Chuyi, "..." Who are you looking down on! If you don’t use it, can I still use it?

Isn’t it possible to win without using force?

The two stood still, three feet apart.

There were no onlookers, only the cold wind and the closing dusk.

Ma Chuyi clasped his fists: "Ma Chuyi, whose courtesy name is Henan, please give me some advice."

Cen Yuan clasped his fists, "Cen Yuan, whose name is Qingyu, please!"

As soon as the word "please" was spoken, the opponent already punched.

Cen Yuan did not fall behind, and it was obvious that he had become a habit of being on guard at all times.

The two of them fought, from probing to going deep, and they were inseparable.

They are not showy, but based on actual combat, punching to the core, and no move is wasted.

After only one stick of incense, Ma Chuyi exited the competition circle, stood still, clasped his fists, "I lost! Can I get a weapon and fight again?"

Cen Yuan stood with his hands behind his hands, "Okay."

The twilight shone on his angular face, which looked particularly handsome.

The corners of his raised lips fell into Ma Chuyi's eyes, and he felt... it was not ridicule, but indescribable friendliness.

A powerful opponent who is friendly to you. This taste is really warm.

The faint sour taste in the chest also dissipated. Such a good little girl deserves this person.

At least, he can protect her.

Ma Chuyi felt a strong fighting spirit in his heart and waved the spear in his hand, "Please!"

He deliberately chose a weapon that he couldn't get close to, so as not to compete with Cen Yuan, who was good at it.

The spear shook, and a cold light suddenly appeared on the tip of the spear, and it went straight to the opponent's door.

Ma Chuyi is fast. Cen Yuan is faster.

This time, Cen Yuan showed extremely excellent movement skills.

He only dodged and did not fight back.

A few breaths later, just when Ma Chuyi was playing with the spear, the spear was inexplicably released.

He didn't even see how close the other party was, or how he snatched the spear he was holding tightly.

The spear was held firmly in Cen Yuan's hand.

He stood upright in the dusk and stuck the end of the gun into the soil.

One person and one gun are like pines and cypresses, like green bamboos.

Ma Chuyi smiled bitterly, "I lost again. I'll treat you to a drink some other time."

Cen Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

Ma Chuyi said, "I hope you can contribute half of the strength next time we compete."

Cen Yuan said again, "Okay."

This time, he did not exert even half of his strength.

The strength of the two is actually very different, and they are not on the same line.

Ma Chuyi is a leader among the younger generation in Beiyi.

He has never been defeated in competition among his peers.

but! He is not one-tenth as good as Cen Yuan.

I am convinced that I lost!

Ma Chuyi was ashamed and confused, "I feel like you have a more practical boxing technique."

Cen Yuan was not stingy, "Yes, if you want to learn, I can teach you."

This is the second time we have the same conversation.

In the last life, they met at the border several years later, and the two of them sparred in front of the soldiers.

He didn't try his best to save face for Ma Chuyi.

Ma Chuyi admitted that he lost in front of everyone, just like today.

Some people are proud to their core. If you can win, you can even afford to lose.

Obviously, Ma Chuyi is such a person.

At that time, Ma Chuyi asked him the same question, "Are you hiding another more practical boxing technique?"

At that time, he responded as he does today, "Yes, if you want to learn, I can teach you."

When some people meet again, the scene is surprisingly similar; and his little girl will be his for the rest of her life.

When Cen Yuan went to pick up Shi Anxia at dusk, Fang Zheng and Xiao Changle were saying goodbye.

Xiao Changle couldn't wait to see his mother, "Cousin, don't worry, I know what to do."

Shi Anxia smiled warmly and said, "Okay. As long as you have more patience, believe me, Mrs. Meng's medical skills are absolutely trustworthy. Mrs. Xiao will definitely get better."

Xiao Changle bowed his head again, "If my cousin comes in use in the future, I will go through fire and water."

Shi Anxia did not refuse, "Okay."

Xiao Changle bowed to Cen Yuan and Ma Chuyi again, "Mr. Cen, Master Ma, thank you very much."

Cen Yuan nodded and said calmly, "It takes a little effort."

"You're welcome, it's my duty." After Ma Chuyi finished speaking, he couldn't help but joke, "Master Cen, at the speed you are delivering cases, it will be difficult for Ma to keep rising."

Cen Yuan looked at the little girl's suppressed smile and said calmly, "It takes a little effort." Then he took the little girl home.

Xiao Changle and Ma Chuyi stood there, looking at each other and smiling.

Dusk has completely fallen.

Today is the end of spring, and the head of the Hou family, Yu Sujun, is hosting a banquet for all the teaching students of Yunqi Academy.

Huang Wanqian spent many days in silence, writing behind closed doors at home, and finally polished out "Holy Virtue Table" word by word.

Even at the banquet, the atmosphere was harmonious. In front of everyone, Old Master Fang was witnessing. Huang Wanqian read a sentence, and Shi Anxia also took the manuscript he had silently written and read it with a smile. .

God!

What Huang Wanqian wrote is not exactly the same as the "Table of Holy Virtue" written by the ancestors of the Huang family, but it is also very different. Ignoring the different usages of individual words and ignoring the differences in a few punctuation marks, it feels like it was completely tacit.

Huang Wanqian, who had most of his body buried in the earth, started crying like a child...