Abandoned daughter reborn, legitimate son is resourceful

Chu Xiaoran and Nan Jinming followed the crowd to the place where the martial arts competition was held.

A relatively large restaurant was chosen for the martial arts competition to win a bride. A stage was set up in front of the restaurant, which was the venue for the competition.

And above this restaurant, there was a room with its windows open.

Pei Zhaoli appeared on the balcony wearing a veil, sitting leisurely on a rosewood carved chair, looking down at the stage where the martial arts competition to find a bride was being held below.

Pei Zhaoli was sitting on a high place with the best view, able to see the entire scenery below.

Chu Xiaoran raised his head and happened to meet the eyes of Pei Zhaoli who was sitting on a tall building.

Chu Xiaoran quickly looked away. He didn't know why, but he always felt a sense of inferiority in front of Pei Zhaoli. Maybe it was innate, or maybe he felt that his background was not as good as Pei Zhaoli who was on a high building.

He was the young master of the high and mighty Prince's Mansion, while he was just the son of an ordinary businessman and now he no longer had that identity.

Thinking of this, Chu Xiaoran tightened his grip on Nan Jinming's fingers. Nan Jinming seemed to sense his nervousness and gently patted the back of his hand with his free hand.

"Don't be afraid, I'm by your side. Be careful and don't get squeezed."

Nan Jinming walked in front, pushing aside the crowd and making way for him.

He followed Nan Jinming and soon squeezed in front of the stage for the martial arts competition to win a bride.

Now is the first competition. Those who come up are all strong women. Although they look ordinary, the muscles on their bodies show that they are capable of protecting Pei Zhaoli.

The host was a middle-aged woman who stood in the middle of the stage. Looking at the huge crowd below, her head ached a little, but since she had taken other people's money, she had to do things for them.

Pei Zhaoli's reputation had already spread far and wide. Ever since he arrived, there had always been many people waiting outside his residence, causing quite a few misunderstandings.

But Pei Zhaoli was a man with a heart that was higher than anything else, so naturally he looked down on these ordinary women.

"Give way, give way."

Nan Jinming held Chu Xiaoran's hand with one hand, and with the other free hand, he kept fiddling with the people around him.

She wanted to find a better position so that she could see the competition on the stage and prevent the people around her from making a move or reaching out to touch her purse.

After the first match of the competition began, the two people on the stage started fighting after hearing what the aunt said.

In fact, neither of them had ever learned martial arts. They were just relying on brute force to beat each other, but it didn't have any effect.

Because the two of them were evenly matched, an incense stick of time had passed and both of them had bruised faces and noses, and the aunt who was hosting the fight finally asked them to stop.

Pei Zhaoli looked at the two people on the stage, shook his head, then snapped his fingers, and a servant came up to them.

"What are your orders, son?"

Pei Zhaoli looked down on the people on the stage. The woman he was looking for must be beautiful, skilled in martial arts, and knowledgeable.

"Go and call that woman up."

After exchanging glances with Chu Xiaoran, Pei Zhaoli also noticed Nan Jinming beside him.

The servant followed his master's gaze and saw Nan Jinming who was protecting her husband.

"Sir, wait a moment."

The second competition began soon, but both of them looked a bit literary and were scholars. They came up with a new method, which was to see who could write a poem that would shock the world in a short period of time.

Nan Jinming was not interested in this. One could tell the background of the two people at a glance by looking at their clothes.

The scholar on the left side of the stage is wearing high-quality fabrics, and it is obvious that he comes from a scholarly family.

The scholar on the right is wearing a blue long skirt, which looks like it has been worn for a long time and has become a little white due to washing. His family background is not as good as that of the scholar on the left.

It's just that the two of them didn't fight, so it's still a good idea to compete by writing poems.

Chu Xiaoran seemed very interested in the competition between the two of them. Nan Jinming was used to handling guns in Wudang. Although he was often forced by his mother to study and learn to read, he would sneak into the training ground more often.

"Who do you think writes better poetry?"

Chu Xiaoran turned his head to look at Nan Jinming next to him, only to see that she had been stretching out her hands to block the people next to her from squeezing her.

When Chu Xiaoran saw her action, he felt a warm feeling in his heart.

"Well, what did you say?"

When Nan Jinming looked up just now, he saw Pei Zhaoli staring at him. He probably didn't recognize him.

"I say, guess which of them writes better poetry."

Nan Jinming pursed his lips and said, "I guess it's the one on the left."

"why?"

Chu Xiaoran didn’t think that he could tell at a glance that the poem they wrote would be better. Shouldn’t he wait until they came up with the poem before making a judgment?

"The fabric of the dress on the left is obviously from a wealthy family. Young ladies from wealthy families have been well-read since childhood, and the teachers they hire are also well-known far and wide, so naturally they learn better things."

Chu Xiaoran tilted his head and said with a smile: "You also come from a poor family, but aren't you well-read and knowledgeable?"

"How can this be the same?"

Nan Jinming was speechless for a moment. What Chu Xiaoran said made sense. Hearing him say that, he became curious. Who of the two people on the stage would be better?