Wanwan Jianghu Road

In the next few days, as the season was getting closer, there were a lot of outsiders in Biancheng these days, most of them were young people under 25 years old.

Anyone who wants to participate in the competition must first come to Situ Mansion to register and get a number. On the day of the competition, lots will be drawn to decide who will compete with whom.It has been nearly seven days since Nangong Jinfeiying sent the letter, and everyone guessed that there should be a reply in these two days.Sure enough, on the evening of the eighth day, Feiying came back with Yi Lanshan's handwritten letter.

Compared to Nangong Jin, Nangong Si was even more excited. He was the first to take down the letter, looked at it first, and then handed the letter to Nangong Jin happily.

"What did you say in the letter?" Situ Hanting also sweated. Although he knew that most of them would agree to Nangong Jin's stay, he was still afraid that there would be changes.

After reading the letter, Nangong Jin's expression remained unchanged from the beginning to the end. He put down the letter paper, turned to look at Situ Hanting, and said calmly, "Master Yi said that I can participate."

"That's great." Situ Hanting was overjoyed.

"But." Nangong Jin continued, "He said, no matter whether he wins or loses, he must take my brother home with him after the match."

"Yes, yes." Situ Hanting nodded and smiled, "If you win the competition, Xiaojin, I agree with you to take your brother back first, but don't come out after you go back. I will wait for you in Situ's mansion."

"If I really win, I will naturally stay. Don't worry about this, Uncle Situ."

"Well, I always believe Xiao Jin's words."

"Thank you, Uncle Situ, for your trust."

Here, the two are talking to each other politely.

On the other side, Nangong Si had already moved to the door of the study, ready to sneak out.

Unexpectedly, just as he stepped out of the study door, Zhao Zijing happened to pass by outside the study and asked loudly, "Brother Nangong, where are you going?"

Then, Nangong Jin and Situ Hanting looked at Nangong Si who was about to sneak out at the door. Nangong Jin said angrily, "Nangong Si, where are you going? Are you going to find Fu Nian again?"

"That's right." Manager Nangong said bluntly, "I'm not interested in what you guys are talking about. It's boring to stay here anyway. Why don't you go out and have some fun. You two continue chatting, and I won't bother you."

After finishing speaking, Nangong Si pushed Zhao Zijing away and ran away quickly.

When Nangong Jin chased to the door of the study, Nangong Si had long since disappeared from Nuoda's yard.

"Bastard!" Nangong Jin gritted his teeth, "You run fast!"

Situ Hanting also moved to the door of the study room, patted Nangong Jin on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Forget it, let him go, anyway, Fu Nian is in my mansion now, this kid can't run away, wait for the competition After it's over, Fu Nian is about to leave, and I will help you restrain this kid so that you can wait for him to go back to Fuyao Villa smoothly."

Nangong Jin said gratefully, "Then thank you, Uncle Situ."

On the other side, Nangong Si came to the hut where Fu Nian lived as usual, sat down across from him, looked at him with his chin in his hand, and murmured: "Ziqing, you know how to read books every day, and you know how to read books." If you're a nerd, why don't you go out with me? Let's relax?"

Fu Nian turned a page of the book, silently ignoring him.

Nangong Si continued: "I know that there is an antique market in Biancheng. There are many interesting things there. Do you want to go and have a look? I assure you, you will definitely like that place."

Fu Nian continued to remain silent.

Nangongsi pouted, and said helplessly, "Ziqing, don't you like reading medical books? There are auctions every day in the antique market. I saw some ancient books auctioned yesterday. It seems that there are a few of them written about me. It’s an ancient medical book with a font I don’t understand.”

Upon hearing that there were ancient medical books, Fu Nian raised his eyelids, glanced at Nangong Si, and said indifferently, "Really?"