Rebirth: The flatterer prince I raised couldn't be so clingy

"What do you mean?"

Zuo Chengran heard something wrong in his words.

Feng Zhanye looked innocent: "I was just following my master's teachings, thinking that most parents in the world would say the same thing."

"What did you say?"

It was just an ordinary sentence, but Zuo Chengran's body suddenly stiffened when he heard it.

"Second Master must have heard of it too, right?"

Feng Zhan Ye did not forget to add one more sentence.

This time, Zuo Chengran completely understood the sarcasm in his words, and he was visibly shaking with anger.

His biological mother was a maid in the mansion who used some trickery to climb into the bed of the left prime minister, which led to his birth.

She thought that after giving birth to him she would be able to become a concubine and would no longer have to do rough labor. However, Zuo Fuhong, for the sake of his official reputation, burned her to death, leaving him in his cradle to be raised by several maids and old women.

Therefore, the words that Zuo Chengran hated to hear the most in his life were about his background. Although Feng Zhanye didn't say anything, he still touched his most sensitive string.

Gu Qingzhi knew that Feng Zhanye did it on purpose.

As for how he knew about this matter, it was because the servants in the prime minister's mansion always loved to gather together and gossip.

Qiu Jiang and Qiu Hong originally worked in the Prime Minister's Residence and knew a lot about the inside story. This matter was discovered during their casual chat at dinner.

I didn't expect it to be used here now.

"Are you looking for death?"

Zuo Chengran's face was frosty, and his eyes glared fiercely at the young man in front of him who was almost as tall as him. His handsome appearance was even more prominent than before, which was extremely disgusting.

The young man shrugged disapprovingly: "I think I have made the Second Young Master unhappy. You don't have to look at me like that. I'll leave now."

As he turned around and raised his foot, he heard the person behind him rushing towards the weapon rack, picking up a wooden sword and throwing it at the back of his head.

Gu Qingzhi didn't move, and Feng Zhanye didn't move either. He waited until the wooden sword was about to hit the back of his head before he turned his head slightly.

The wooden sword scraped across the boy's face. Since it was used for practice, the entire sword was very round and did not leave any marks on his face.

Feng Zhanye dodged the wooden sword, grabbed it in his hand, turned around and threw it towards Zuo Chengran.

The speed of the wooden sword's rotation was more than twice as fast as the one Zuo Chengran threw just now. There was a sound of it breaking through the air, and in an instant it struck in front of Zuo Chengran's right eye.

The half-brothers and sisters cried out in surprise, and the younger ones even covered their eyes, too frightened to look.

It was the swordsmanship master who noticed something was wrong and quickly blocked it with the wooden sword in his hand, barely managing to knock the wooden sword down before it hit Zuo Chengran's eyes.

Otherwise he would be blind today.

When Zuo Chengran realized what was happening, he broke out in a cold sweat. He covered his right eye and looked at Feng Zhanye in shock.

"You dare to hurt me? How dare you, a piece of trash like you, hurt me?"

Feng Zhan Ye stood there disapprovingly, his brows and eyes indifferent.

"So what were you doing just now? Don't tell me, it was just a joke on me."

The boy was always timid when facing Zuo Chengran. He couldn't even speak a complete sentence, let alone talk back to him.

He dared to be so arrogant today, probably because he thought that everyone would be afraid of him since he had been rewarded. However, considering his poor swordsmanship, he was too arrogant.

Zuo Chengran figured out the reason, grinned coldly, pulled out his repaired black iron sword from the weapon rack and said, "Since you dare to come to the sword class, I think you are ready to spar with me. I don't have time to joke with you."

Feng Zhanye understood what he meant. He just wanted to take advantage of his sword skills to suppress him.

This plays into his hands.

He stood with his hands behind his back, with no intention of taking up any weapon to defend himself. Zuo Chengran raised his eyebrows, thinking that this was a better approach, and pointed his sword directly at his forehead.

Since he is so arrogant, he must make him realize that trash is still trash after all.

"Second Master, swords have no eyes, don't rush for the moment!"

The swordsmanship master wanted to stop it when he saw something was wrong, but was pushed aside by Zuo Chengran, who gave him a cold look.

"I'm just sparring with him, don't get in the way."

The swordsmanship master was a lowly person and knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he could only watch the two of them nervously, so that he could stand up if anything went wrong.

He could tell from the way Feng Zhanye dodged and threw the sword in one go that his movements were so smooth and fast that it seemed like they were not accomplished in a day.

This young man looked so clumsy before and didn't seem like someone who could do these things at all. I don't understand how he did it.

However, this time, the second young master of the Zuo family, who is used to being domineering, is likely to suffer a great loss.

Zuo Chengran obviously did not intend to give Feng Zhanye time to react, and the blade of the black iron sword flashed with a cold light as it attacked him.

Feng Zhanye dodged his sword with his bare hands.

Zuo Chengran was obviously stunned. He didn't expect that his speed could be so fast. He just thought that he was lucky and guessed the direction right. He chopped at him again without waiting for him to stand firm.

Unexpectedly, the young man dodged his sword by lying on his back again, causing his attack to miss again.

Zuo Chengran didn't believe it and slashed a few more times with his sword, but he dodged them all.

Why does this scene look so familiar? He was secretly shocked, and couldn't help but look at Gu Qingzhi standing on the sidelines, remembering the origin of this familiar feeling.

Was it this guard who taught him to play tricks on him like this?

Zuo Chengran recalled the scene when the precious black iron blade in his hand broke into pieces that day, and his father's expectant gaze that he looked at him but then looked away, and his heart gradually grew cold.

No, he couldn't let the same thing happen again.

He clenched the sword in his hand and slashed at Feng Zhanye fiercely, moving his body as much as possible in the direction he wanted to dodge, blocking his way.

However, a hand grabbed his shoulder before him and exerted force. With a "crack" sound, a sharp pain instantly spread from his shoulder to his whole body.

"what!"

The screams echoed throughout the west courtyard, causing the birds on the branches in the early morning to flap their wings and fly away as if they were escaping.

Zuo Chengran's right arm hung limply at his side. He had lost all feeling and was about to lose the black iron sword in his hand.

However, Feng Zhanye had no intention of letting him go.

He easily pulled Zuo Chengran's right arm and placed the black iron sword at his throat.

The sharp blade was pressed against his flesh, and the slightest movement would cut his throat and kill him.

Only then did Zuo Chengran realize that the gap between himself and Feng Zhanye was not small. He didn't even know how Feng Zhanye had touched his shoulder or how he had removed his left arm.

Everything happened so fast that even the swordsmanship master had no time to stop it, and everyone around was stunned.

Feng Zhanye's swordsmanship is hopeless, and this is a fact known to everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Who could have thought that he could actually hold Zuo Chengran in his hands today and control him at will?

"Third... Third Prince, please show mercy! Why did you hurt someone during a sparring session? The blade is too sharp, stop it now!"

This was the first time that the swordsmanship master used a respectful title to address Feng Zhanye. He reacted and hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

Feng Zhanye lowered his eyes and saw Zuo Chengran frowning, with beads of sweat the size of beans sliding down his forehead, obviously in pain.

The ribbon in the young man's hair was blown by the wind. He curled his lips and said calmly, "In the past, Master never cared about how the Second Young Master sparred. Now I just broke one of his arms. Why are you so anxious?"

The swordsmanship master's face turned pale and blue, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally gave up.

Feng Zhanye simply threw the sword aside, brushed the dust off his hands, and suddenly grabbed Zuo Chengran's shoulders and took his arm back. He let out another scream, and his face turned red.

Even though he couldn't accept it anymore, Zuo Chengran could only come to this conclusion: "You are pretending. You have been pretending all along, right?"

Feng Zhanye ignored his question and walked straight out of the west courtyard, leaving Zuo Chengran alone sitting in the middle of the field.

"You are obviously a waste, what gives you the right?"

Zuo Chengran murmured, his eyes full of confusion. He covered his arm which had just regained consciousness, and stared at the tall dark red figure in a daze.

Seeing that the eyes of his brothers and sisters around him changed from admiration to loss of interest again, he could no longer bear it, and picked up the black iron sword on the ground and pointed it directly at Feng Zhanye's back.

"You are obviously a waste, what gives you the right!"

Before he could move forward, he saw a dark shadow blocking his sword.

Gu Qingzhi stood with his hands behind his back, his dark eyes like a pool of stagnant water, so deep and terrifying.

She didn't say anything, but the murderous intent in her eyes was enough to give Zuo Chengran goose bumps all over his body.

Yes, he relied on this guard.

This guard was obviously extremely annoying, lowly and inferior, but he was countless times stronger than him.