The Male Lead Doesn’t Cooperate

The news of King Hu's selection of his son flew to all parts of Guizhou like pieces of paper. In less than half a day, many strangers appeared in the capital. All the major inns were full of people, and the business of ordinary restaurants also improved. , the sensational situation is no different from the year of the Dabi, needless to say, they are all here to compete for the position of the prince.

Lu Gaoming, the concubine of the Xuanping Marquis Mansion, was walking on the street with a group of Marquis children, looking at the strangers coming and going, Lu Gaoming, the concubine next to him, frowned slightly, and said: "Mother said that the Lord Protector is a white-eyed wolf. It's true, he is our uncle, he has no heirs, and the position of the son of the protector of the king should be chosen from our Xuanping Marquis Mansion, not to mention that you have developed your internal strength, the second brother, the position of the son should be yours, but now You have to compete with these people in the market to win the position of the son."

He was about to say something, but Lu Gaoming interrupted him in a cold voice: "Okay, don't talk about it anymore, Uncle Wang Ye has his own reasons for doing this, as juniors, we shouldn't talk too much. Uncle Wang Ye wants a powerful There is nothing wrong with the son, if I have outstanding strength, I can win the position of the son."

His mother once assured him that as long as he could develop his inner strength, she would make him the eldest son of the King's Palace. He had always thought that he would be the eldest son of the King's House.

Unexpectedly, this prince and uncle of his was too cruel, not only did he not choose him as the son, but he also had a backhanded contest to compete for the position of the son, blocking his way once and for all, making him unable to go up or down, brothers and sisters in the house see He didn't tell jokes, even the nobles outside the mansion were watching him joke.

However, in order to gain the respect of the prince and uncle, he did not dare to take other actions.

At this moment, he can only swear in his heart that he must win this contest, win the position of son, and make those who look down on him bow their heads to him.

What's more, he is confident that he can win. After all, he didn't break through the inner strength just this year, but he broke through the inner strength four years ago, and now he has broken through the first level of the martial arts. Twenty years old, at this age, he doesn't believe that there is anyone with stronger martial arts than him.

Protecting the king and selecting the son is not just a matter of protecting the king's mansion, but also a matter of Daqian. The empress specially approved the place of the martial arts competition. Outside the palace, it can accommodate many people.

Soon came the day of the martial arts competition, and many men, accompanied by their families, went to the royal school grounds. There are eight rings in the school field, and the winner of each ring will come to participate in the competition, and the winner will be the son.

The people in front of the arena were very excited. Some young men who came from outside Beijing were already skeptical about the selection of the heir by the protector of the king. Now that the imperial court has come forward and set the competition venue in the royal school grounds, it can be seen that the matter The authenticity, can they not be excited?

At the beginning of the martial arts competition, many people flocked to the edge of the ring. Those who dare to participate in the competition, even if they have no internal strength, their external kung fu is good. Even so, in the eight rings, after several rounds, none of them can hold three rounds Yes, one goes down, and the other comes up again, taking turns to see who can defend the ring successfully.

There are too few men in this world who have cultivated inner strength. Song Cun didn't surround him. He stood in the distance and looked at it. Now all the fighters have no inner strength. He looked down at the man who wanted to participate in the competition, and wanted to come. It will take two more days for those men with inner strength to come to power.

Sure enough, until the third day, the men who challenged the ring began to show internal strength masters. Song Cun didn't take it lightly, and kept guarding the school field. After all, no one knew if there was Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon among them. What's more, there are only a small number of men with inner strength. In less than half a day, the top eight can be decided, and he can't wait long.

Seeing that there were no male fighters on the school field, Song Cun chose the ring at random, went up a few times and knocked down the man who managed to defend the ring successfully, becoming one of the top eight.

The nobles in the capital are all paying attention to the martial arts competition, and the fact that Song Cun and Song Gaoming have become the top eight soon spreads in various prefectures.

When Xie Xinglan heard about this, she stood up in shock, her expression as if she had swallowed a pile of shit, and she stared at the boy: "What you said is true?"

The young man bit his head: "It's true, this matter has been spread in all the houses, that is, even the Elder Master also knew the news, and he was almost fainted just now."

Xie Xinglan pursed her lips tightly, and went directly to her father's yard without saying a word. Seeing that he looked well, she looked slightly relaxed and sat on the stool next to her.

Mr. Xie leaned on the couch with a deep expression on his face. He said coldly: "It is said that Mrs. Song is tolerant and magnanimous, and he is the most virtuous man. I think he is the most unruly man. Go and bring him back. He is already married, he is from our Xie family, did you agree to go to the martial arts competition?"

After the short distance from his yard to his father's yard, Xie Xinglan's depression has dissipated a lot. Hearing what her father said, she began to ponder. Song Cun's body has always been weak, when will he meet Wu?

Since he was able to defend the ring successfully, it can be seen that he has cultivated his inner strength, which made her puzzled. Her husband became a master of martial arts, but she was the last to know when she was the head of the wife, how could she be happy.

Seeing her silence, Mr. Xie snorted, "If I knew he was so unruly, I shouldn't have considered him the son of a general and married him. I didn't expect him to show his true colors in just half a year. It's really hateful."

Xie Xinglan was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Father, if he really becomes the eldest son of the King's Palace, it will be beneficial to us, won't it?"

Although Song Cun practiced martial arts and went to a martial arts competition to compete for the position of the son, she was annoyed, but when she calmed down, she saw the benefits in it.

Master Xie frowned, stared at her for a while, and suddenly said: "You don't know his ability, do you think he can win the contest?"

He understood what his daughter meant, Xie's mansion was no longer as good as it was a few years ago, if the Song family could really become the eldest son of the Huwang's mansion, wouldn't their Xie's mansion also rise with the tide? Thinking of this, he didn't have the previous anger about Song Cun's participation in the competition.

Instead, he said: "Go and see for yourself what's going on, the son of the world should be able to decide today, don't miss it."

Xie Xinglan nodded with a smile: "I'm going to the Royal Academy right now."

Mr. Xie looked at her slightly protruding abdomen, and he said: "When this child is born, there may be a father who protects the royal family's son, which shows how good her life is."

Xie Xinglan also laughed: "Father said that Song Cun would definitely have a son."

Mr. Xie said indifferently: "What do you know? Since General Song asked Song Cun to compete in martial arts, he must be very clear about his ability. If so, is there any suspense about the position of son? Don't underestimate General Song, she It's not easy."

What he said was cryptic. General Song's ex-husband left early, and soon married another husband-in-law. People gradually forgot about her ex-husband. Because of the marriage with the Song family, he inquired about Song Cun's father, and suddenly remembered, Song Cun's father seems to have come from Xuanping Marquis Mansion, and he came from the same lineage as Hu Wangye. He faintly evoked a smile, and he was even more sure that Song Cun could get the position of the son of the King's Palace.

Protect the palace.

Lu Jingming looked at his younger brother who was lazily lying on the couch waiting for his servants to feed him, and asked with a smile, "Aren't you going to visit the school grounds? If the chosen heir is not satisfied, you can think of a way in advance."

Lu Jingsheng put a grape into his mouth and said lazily, "It doesn't matter what anyone thinks."

The Lord Protector is the Lord Protector of Daqian. As long as he is strong in martial arts and able to protect the country, he can take on the position of the son of the King Protector. What does it matter if he likes it or not?

Seeing that he didn't seem to know about the martial arts competition in the school, Lu Jingming suddenly said, "Song Cun also went to participate in the martial arts competition."

Lu Jingsheng's hand holding the grape paused slightly, and then he fed it into his mouth as if nothing had happened. He said in a very calm tone, "Really?"

Lu Jingming asked him: "You don't want to hear the result of his martial arts competition?"

Lu Jingsheng's expression didn't change: "I said it doesn't matter who is the prince, I don't care."

don't care?

When you say those three words, it means you care.

Lu Jingming asked forcefully, "You don't care about Song Cun being the heir?"

Lu Jingsheng was stunned slowly, and then slowly said: "I don't care."

Lu Jingming took a deep look at him, and finally said: "It's up to you, the son Song Feiyan taught will not be a coward, he is much better than our **** and nephew, and Song Cun deserves it."

He has been paying attention to the martial arts competition, and has some understanding of Song Cun's strength. He defeated the defender with a few moves, and the defender ranked at least the top three among the eight male fighters.

After Lu Jingming left, Lu Jingsheng retreated with a wave. After a while, he got up suddenly and strode out.

Lu Jingsheng silently came to the Royal Academy, he went to the backstage, when several guards saw him, they looked sideways and saluted, he waved his hand to signal them to get up.

"I didn't expect you to come to the martial arts competition, I thought you would hide in the mansion and not come out."

A familiar and distant voice sounded from behind, he turned around abruptly, looked at the woman, and blurted out: "Why are you here?"

Song Feiyan clasped her hands behind her back and glanced at him indifferently: "Why can't I be here?"

Lu Jingsheng lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Song Feiyan glanced at him, and said casually: "Song Cun participated in the martial arts competition. The child who was abandoned by you more than ten years ago has grown up now. His talent in martial arts is higher than yours. Through his hard work, he has reached the level of yours." In front of you, do you regret it later?"

Lu Jingsheng still didn't speak. At this time, the competition at the front desk has entered the final stage.

Song Feiyan glanced out from the gap, she sneered: "Your nephew is following yours"

"Shut up." Lu Jingsheng could no longer maintain his composure, and interrupted her hastily.

Song Feiyan glanced at him, and continued: "Your nephew is competing with your nephew, who are you up against?"

Lu Jingsheng felt relieved, and he said: "It doesn't matter who wins, whoever becomes the son, he won it by his own ability. I will not interfere."

Song Feiyan snorted, "It's best like this."

Lu Jingsheng glanced at him, and finally fell silent again.

Song Feiyan looked at him hesitant to speak, she couldn't get angry, and snorted: "No matter what, if Cun'er wins the position of eldest son, please treat Cun'er well, he has no father since he was a child, and he was almost killed. Hu's teaching is crooked"

Lu Jingsheng interrupted her: "Isn't this your responsibility?"

Song Feiyan does not deny that she is blind, but

"I have been fighting outside all year round. If his father was by his side, how could he be almost taught to be bad?"

Lu Jingsheng fell silent, and just when Song Feiyan thought he would not answer, he said, "How can you be sure that Song Cun will definitely defeat Lu Gaoming?"

Song Feiyan looked at him proudly: "My son has inherited my martial arts talent, even I was defeated by him, let alone Lu Gaoming."

Lu Jingsheng glanced at Song Feiyan lightly, as if to say: "Your talent is not very good either. You were not defeated by my subordinates back then."

I was a little surprised in my heart, but I wasn't surprised. After all, it was hereditary. As for the one who inherited it, it must not be Song Feiyan.

But Song Feiyan laughed: "If you don't inherit it from me, who will you inherit it from? His father didn't grow up early, and no one knows whether he has the talent to practice martial arts. What's more, it is very difficult for men to practice martial arts, and few of them develop inner strength. If it wasn't for my outstanding talent, how could I have given birth to such a talented son?"

Lu Jingsheng: "..."

Unexpectedly, after so many years, this person is still so thick-skinned, he feels ashamed.