Empress, your husband is invincible

Ye Cheng wanted to say something, but couldn't say it for a long time.In the end, he just patted him on the shoulder and said "very good".

Qi Yang straightened up, smiled at him, but was speechless for a while.

"Go ahead, I'm just here to see you."

As he spoke, Ye Cheng carefully picked up a piece of paper with ink marks already set.

Qi Yang really saluted shopkeeper Chen and sat down again:
"Grandmother, shopkeeper Chen, please let Mr. Qi drive out the remaining chapters first, and let's talk freely."

Shopkeeper Chen smiled wryly, but he couldn't hide the admiration in his eyes.

Inadvertently seeing Ye Cheng pick up a piece of rice paper from the pile of papers and compare it with the paper full of words, shopkeeper Chen understood Ye Cheng's meaning almost instantly.

"Mr. Ye doesn't know something. After several experiments by the villain, this rough hemp paper is flexible and easy to cut. It is the most suitable for engraving characters. It is not for saving money or other things."

Ye Cheng didn't know much about paper, but after listening to his explanation and looking at Qi Yang who didn't care about the texture of paper, he put the matter aside for the time being.

"Go down and talk."

Facing Qi Yang, who was concentrating on writing at his desk, Ye Cheng gestured to shopkeeper Chen.

Shopkeeper Chen nodded, closed the door with him and went downstairs.

"Qi Yang, although he has had bad deeds before.

But after changing his mind, he is now showing his talents, so you must not embarrass him. "

Although looking at Shopkeeper Chen's appearance, he knew that he now deeply appreciates Qi Yang, but Ye Cheng still couldn't hold back his order.

There is no other reason. Qi Yang's exposed character and ability are really in line with Ye Cheng's perception of a potential famous minister...

Shopkeeper Chen immediately frowned, with a rare look of annoyance on his face:
"Does Mr. Ye think that I, Mr. Chen, are like the kind of villain who is jealous of talents?

I, Mr. Chen, can be regarded as Qi Yang's half elder, seeing him with his current talents, it's too late to appreciate him..."

Only then did Ye Cheng feel relieved.

After reassuring shopkeeper Chen for a while, it was rare for Ye Cheng to eat something carelessly on the street, and then returned to the palace early.

The day after tomorrow is the martial arts competition, and tomorrow is to go to the school grounds to register with the officials of the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of War.

Although the chances of winning have been secured, Ye Cheng still intends to cultivate his spirit well.

After all, playing a "fake match" under Ling Xuejian's nose, if you think about it, you will know that it is quite energy-consuming...

Returning to Tingfeng Hall, leaving all the chores behind, Ye Cheng covered himself with the quilt for the first time and slept soundly.

At this time, it was just past noon.

……

Suhou Mansion, inside the main hall.

Tuoba Ying Falcon, with a bruised nose and swollen face, and Huang Fuhu, who had an extremely ugly complexion, sat opposite each other.

Su Hou Huang Yi was at the top, and while sipping his wine, he kept sweeping his eyes from the two of them.

"What do you two say about the martial arts competition in the future?"

"That Ye Cheng, on the day of the martial arts competition, this king must swallow his flesh alive, and drink his blood to completely offset the hatred in my heart!"

With a sound of hatred, Tuoba Ying Falcon clenched his fists and hammered the armrest of the pineapple chair, and the solid pineapple chair suddenly groaned.

"Father, even brother Tuoba suffered a great loss under Ye Cheng's hands, I'm afraid the boy will not be his opponent..."

Huang Fuhu's pupils shrank slightly, and the look of fear flashed away on his face.

Huang Yi glanced at him coldly, and reprimanded him coldly:

"How do I usually teach you? What about your usual arrogance and domineering spirit? After losing two games, you became a turtle bastard who can only cower in his shell and dare not poke his head?"

At the end, Huang Yi threw the wine cup on the ground violently.

The shattered porcelain of the wine cup splattered everywhere.

Huang Fuhu's expression changed, he got up and knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth and pleaded guilty:

"I know I was wrong, I beg my father to punish me!"

"Shameful thing! Get out of here!"

With a cold wave of his sleeves, Huang Yi directly repelled Huang Fuhu.

Huang Fuhu just got up and wanted to leave, but Huang Yi stopped him abruptly.

"Go and tell your brother-in-law Lin Xianyuan to call."

Huang Fuhu took the order and left, a look of jealousy flashed across his face.

Tuoba Ying Falcon sat opposite him just now, so he naturally saw his expression at the moment.

There was a playful look in his eyes, watching Huang Fuhu stride out of the main hall, Tuoba Yingying suddenly turned to look at Huang Yi:

"Huang Hou wants the young general in white robe to compete for the young master?"

Huang Yi nodded in recognition without concealment.

"The little prince's guess is right. This Marquis has exactly the intention."

Seeming to be a little irritable, Huang Yi directly took the wine jar on the table beside him, and cursed bitterly:
"Benhou is just such a useless son, if something happens to him under Ye Cheng's hands, what's the point even if Benhou can replace Daling smoothly?"

Tuoba Ying Falcon stood up proudly and said angrily:

"Your Majesty, don't worry!
If it's a martial arts competition, it would be better if this king didn't fight against that Ye Cheng, if he did, he would definitely be beheaded by his subordinates, and he would be ashamed today! "

Huang Yi waved his hand, signaling to turn the matter over and wait for Lin Xianyuan's arrival.

……

At the same time, in the Qin family's study, Qin Wuyang was constantly pestering Qin Muzhi.

"Father, my brother told me that with Ye Cheng's strength, even with the addition of ten of me, I'm afraid he wouldn't be a match for him! Moreover, with the addition of so many martial arts disciples...

They won't give you face, Dad, you said, what should I do? "

Qin Muzhi got a headache from being pestered by him, put down the book he was holding heavily, looked up at him, and said displeasedly:
"So, you want to give up the game?"

Qin Wuyang smiled awkwardly:
"I didn't say I gave up the game, it's dad, can you find some masters to compare on my behalf?"

Qin Muzhi was furious, rolled up the book in his hand, and threw it at him heavily:
"Because of you bastard, this old man's old face is almost lost!
Now you actually, you don't even have the courage to compete? "

Qin Yu, who rarely stepped into Qin Muzhi's study room on weekdays, heard Qin Muzhi's roar before he entered.

Shaking his head, picking up the books from the door, Qin Yu entered the study with a smile:

"Wuyang, are you making father angry again?"

Seeing Qin Yu, a trace of fear flashed in Qin Wuyang's eyes, but immediately, he leaned forward again and said indignantly:
"Brother, brother!

You said, with my strength that barely reached the fourth level, it would be fine if I faced off against the descendants of those civil servants and aristocratic families, but now, she Ling Xuejian added the children of generals for nothing, and those damn aliens!
You say, how much hope do I have to win? "

Qin Yu shook his head, smiled and put the book back on the desk:

"Then there are two other games?"