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

"If the master doesn't teach you, you can still learn on your own. How about being my sparring partner?"

Not to mention Feng Zhanye, even Wu Fang could see that he was up to no good. Just as he was about to remind him in a low voice, Feng Zhanye had already spoken.

"it is good."

How could he not know what Zuo Chengran wanted to do? But this was exactly what he wanted now.

Hearing this answer, Zuo Chengran smiled even more sinisterly, and stretched out his hand to ask the servant beside him to hand him a wooden sword.

"Master..." Wu Fang was about to say something, but the young man raised his hand to stop him. He took the wooden sword in his arms and walked over step by step.

Before Feng Zhanye was ready, Zuo Chengran had already impatiently swung his sword at him.

Feng Zhanye could only take the attack passively. After a few times, he felt a numbness in his palm. He loosened his grip slightly and the wooden sword in his hand was knocked away.

Seeing that another sword was coming towards him, he quickly squatted down and hugged his head.

He was hit on the shoulder, then again on the face, and then a burst of pain fell on his arm.

The so-called "sparring" obviously became a one-sided way for Zuo Chengran to vent his anger.

Although the sword was made of wood and did not have a sharp blade, Zuo Chengran used considerable force in it.

Seeing red marks appearing on Feng Zhanye’s neck and face, he could only curl up into a ball to protect his abdomen.

"Fight back! Seeing how unconvinced you are, I thought you were very capable!"

Zuo Chengran slashed at Feng Zhanye with his sword, causing a commotion in the west courtyard.

Zuo Fuhong's concubines also lived in the west courtyard. Zuo Chengran was in high spirits when a slightly childish girl's voice suddenly rang out, "Second brother, why are you bullying Brother Ye again?"

The girl seemed to be about twelve or thirteen years old. Compared to last year's banquet, she had already blossomed into a beautiful flower. There was still a hint of shyness in her eyes as she glanced at Feng Zhanye.

The little girl was very pretty, with a pair of bright big eyes. She walked into the yard in a pink dress in an orderly manner.

She was followed by two personal maids, two servants, and several maids and servants, with a scene comparable to that of a group of legitimate daughters. This shows that she was extremely favored in the prime minister's mansion.

Zuo Lanxin saw Feng Zhanye lying in a mess on the ground, looked at Zuo Chengran, frowned, and walked over to stand in front of him.

"Second brother, stop fighting. Don't you see that Brother Ye is already injured?"

Facing his father's favorite sister, Zuo Chengran had no choice but to put down the wooden sword in his hand, curled his lips and spat: "Tsk, a coward waiting for a woman to protect you."

"What are you talking about? Don't talk about Brother Ye like that." Zuo Lanxin pouted and glared at Zuo Chengran in dissatisfaction.

Feng Zhanye took advantage of this opportunity to stand up from the ground and wiped the red marks on his face.

Zuo Lanxin turned around to look at the injury on Feng Zhanye's face, with a trace of heartache in her eyes: "Really, how could you hit him in the face? Brother Ye, does it hurt?"

As she spoke, she took out a handkerchief from her waist and stood on tiptoe to touch the wound on Feng Zhanye's face.

Feeling a fragrant breeze blowing on his face, Feng Zhanye felt his whole body resisting. He shuddered suddenly and quickly took two steps back.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Miss Third."

The little girl's hand hovered awkwardly in the air for a moment before she retracted it into her sleeve.

Wu Fang finally found an opportunity, and hurried over to support Feng Zhanye and said, "Ah! That... Master! The teacher will be here soon, so let's go to the west attic early."

Before Zuo Lanxin could say anything, Wu Fang had already carried Feng Zhan Ye out of the west courtyard as if they were escaping.

Zuo Chengran looked at the scene and snorted coldly, saying something sarcastic: "Third sister is kind-hearted, but it's a pity that some people don't appreciate it at all."

Zuo Lanxin turned around and glared at him again. The handkerchief between her fingertips was about to be torn into pieces. Her tone was no longer as gentle as before: "Brother Ye is a gentleman. I am the daughter of the Xiangfu. He should keep his distance from me, unlike my second brother who spends his days in debauchery."

Zuo Chengran sneered and counterattacked: "I don't know who was so outspoken at the banquet a year ago. You said it yourself. Do you still expect him to treat you differently?"

Zuo Lanxin was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and her fur immediately stood up: "I was still young at that time! And... and..."

She turned around to look at Feng Zhanye who was almost walking away. She didn't bother to listen to what Zuo Chengran said. She said "I'm too lazy to talk to you" and chased after the young man in the distance.

Speaking of the third daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Zuo Lanxin, Wu Fang felt a headache.

She had only met Feng Zhanye once before, and that was during a family banquet at the Prime Minister's Mansion when she had publicly touched Feng Zhanye's sore spot.

Who would have thought that a year later, because of his outstanding looks, this third young lady would become attached to him.

It would be fine if it was any other child in the prime minister's mansion, but the biological mother of this third young lady was a concubine who was brought into the family. Her mother's family had quite some connections, and she was very much favored by the left prime minister. As a result, she also took advantage of the favor and became arrogant. For her, there was no such thing as knowing when to stop.

He followed Feng Zhanye and muttered, "What a close call! Fortunately, I was smart, otherwise I would have been entangled by her again."

Feng Zhanye, with the red mark on his face, glanced at him: "Do you think it will work?"

Wu Fang was stunned for a moment, and before he could speak, he heard Zuo Lanxin's voice.

"Brother Ye...Brother Ye, wait for me!"

The voice was quite artificial, with a slight gasp of pursuit. Maybe to others it sounded like the delicate voice of a girl, but to Feng Zhanye it just sounded like noise.

"It's really a ghost that's still around!" Wu Fang now understood what Feng Zhanye meant.

Seeing that Feng Zhanye ignored her and just kept walking forward, Zuo Lanxin not only did not stop tactfully, but instead ran two steps forward to block in front of him.

Fortunately, Feng Zhanye stopped in time and thought to himself, "That was a close call," but his face did not show any impatience.

"Brother Ye, is your face okay? I have a medicine bag here that happens to be good for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. Here it is."

The little girl took off the sachet from her waist and handed it to Feng Zhanye with both hands. Looking at the overly handsome eyes and eyebrows of the young man in front of her, her cheeks turned a little red.

The girl did not hide her thoughts at all, but Feng Zhanye was like a blockhead and could not sense anything at all.

He lowered his long eyelashes, looked away calmly and said, "This item is too valuable. I cannot accept it. Miss Third, you should keep it for yourself."

After he finished speaking, he was about to walk around Zuo Lanxin and move forward, but she entangled him again.

"Brother Ye, I also happen to be going to the West Loft, why don't we go together?"

Feng Zhanye ignored her and walked very quickly. Wu Fang didn't feel any pressure, but Zuo Lanxin and her maid, who were much shorter than the two of them, had a hard time following.

The girl blushed and hurriedly called out: "Brother Ye, you are walking too fast, wait for me!"

I just don’t know whether Feng Zhanye really didn’t hear it or did it on purpose. I watched the figure in front of me getting farther and farther away, and finally disappeared at a turn.