The empress is pregnant, and the emperor's incense continues

Looking at Jiang Qinghe's shaky body, Meng Wenyao quickly added: "I'm sorry, I was so quick to talk and forgot that you had a miscarriage. Don't take it to heart."

At this time, Jiang Qinghe could no longer laugh. He pointed to the ring in the distance and said, "Look, one group has ended. We were just talking and forgot to watch."

"Ah, it turns out to be Mr. Song's competition. We have to watch it carefully."

Not only Meng Wenyao and Jiang Qinghe, but everyone in the venue was staring at the ring with all their attention, wanting to witness the brilliance of the little governor.

As soon as the drum sounded, the martial arts competition began. Seinfeld trained under the guidance of a famous teacher and practiced hard for many days. He did not take his opponent seriously at all. After he casually exchanged two moves with his opponent, he began to use his strength. He wanted to fight quickly and save his energy for the next opponent. A decisive battle.

Unexpectedly, in the first few moves of the fight, the two were evenly matched. When Song Feijie was about to exert his strength, he suddenly found that his whole body was unable to exert any strength, and he took a few steps back after the opponent's high-five.

"Technical retreat."

"This must have been a false shot."

The onlookers were looking for excuses for Seinfeld, but only Seinfeld himself knew that his body suddenly lost its explosive power.

After sparring with his opponent for a few more times, Song Feijie was about to exert his strength again, but was knocked away by his opponent again. His face changed drastically, and he showed a look of fear for the first time.

People under the ring were still making excuses for Seinfeld as usual: "This must be because I don't want my opponent to lose too badly, so I deliberately let him take a few tricks."

"That's right, I didn't expect Mr. Song to have such a good character and be so graceful at the critical moment of the martial arts competition."

No matter how much people in the audience admired him, both people in the ring found a problem, especially Seinfeld's opponent. He saw Seinfeld didn't know what was going on and failed to exert his strength several times, so he decided to seize this opportunity. End this contest quickly.

The opportunity was too late to come back. He gathered all his strength and kicked Seinfeld straight out of the ring with a simple sweeping kick.

The whole place was in an uproar...

Sitting in the examiner's seat, Lu Yiran, who was facing the collapse of the mountain without changing his expression, could not control his expression, and flashed a trace of surprise and embarrassment.

The deputy examiners on the left and right began to pass the ladders with a wink: "I think Mr. Song seems to be unwell, so why not take a rest and compete again later."

"That is, in every competition, there are people who feel unwell. I would like to ask the examiner to be lenient and give Seinfeld another chance."

The two deputy examiners spoke very sincerely, but Lu Yiran, who had a dark face, felt that he could not afford to embarrass this person. If the dignified Commander-in-Chief of the Fifth Army personally broke the rules for the sake of his relatives, then he would lose his face.

"Skills are inferior to others, so there is no need to compare."

The final word brought an end to Seinfeld's martial arts competition.

Seeing Song Feijie being supported and walking away from the ring step by step, Jiang Qinghe's face turned a little paler than before.

Meng Wenyao on the side was afraid that she couldn't help but laugh, so she advised: "Young Master Song may be feeling unwell right now. Do you want to go back and rest first?"

Nodding quickly, Jiang Qinghe also fled the scene with the help of the maid.

"It's so embarrassing," Meng Wenyao muttered silently.

"But it's too relaxing."

In the previous life, Song Feijie finally won the title of Wu Zhuangyuan. It was this competition that allowed him to shine and attract the attention of the fourth prince. In the end, the two of them worked together.

Nowadays, Song Feijie has not even obtained the most basic martial arts qualifications, and has also lost the inheritance rights of the Lu family. In the eyes of the fourth prince, he has no use value.

As long as these two people don't get involved, there is no possibility of Sein Feijie being cheated, and the fourth prince will never be able to seek power and usurp the throne in this life.

Meng Wenyao watched the next game in a good mood. She saw her brother get the second place as expected and returned to Lu Mansion with satisfaction.

Back at the mansion, Meng Wenyao was still in high spirits and said coquettishly: "Captain, let's go back to Meng's mansion today. My brother has been practicing martial arts in the military camp during this time. I haven't seen him for a long time. Now he is ranked second in high school. I really Happy, how about we go back and celebrate him?"

As if she just saw something wrong with Lu Yiran's face, Meng Wenyao hurriedly put away her smile and said tentatively: "Captain, should I not be so happy? Mr. Song failed in the exam, and I shouted to congratulate my brother. I really don't understand it enough. Your mood.”

Sighing, Lu Yiran comforted him: "Just be happy. Feijie didn't do well in the exam. It's because he didn't study hard. It's not your fault. I won't give you a hard time because of this."

After saying "Oh" obediently, Meng Wenyao raised her little face and said comfortingly: "Captain, Mr. Song only lost once, but he still has strength. Please don't feel sad about it anymore."

"You don't have to make excuses for him. If he was really capable, he wouldn't have lost so miserably. Your brother lived in the military camp for a month or two and didn't go home for the martial arts competition. As for him, he spent all day in the boudoir, wandering around in the boudoir. I think It’s good to teach him a lesson this time.”

Realizing that he was a little agitated, Lu Yiran said slowly: "It's just a martial arts test. I'm not angry about it. It's just that the position assigned to Feijie may not work anymore. Now that he failed in the martial arts test, I'll assign him a position." It’s a bit difficult.”

Suppressing the smile that was about to overflow from the corners of his mouth, Meng Wenyao comforted him softly: "Don't worry, Governor. Mr. Song is still young. There is still a chance for him to take the next martial arts examination. If Mr. Song is anxious to establish a career, he can join the army directly and have the Governor to protect him. Song Gongzi achieved military success with ease."

After a pause, Lu Yiran's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "You have reminded me that this kid Feijie has been living in the capital for a long time. He really has not made much progress. It is better to send him to the border for training. Maybe he can grow faster. I didn't expect this. , Yaoer is still smart."

Meng Wenyao didn't think that Lu Yiran didn't expect that he was just trying to pass on the title and family fortune to Song Feijie. How could he go to the frontier and really fight with swords and guns to make meritorious deeds.

Now that Song Feijie has become a real nephew, those previous scruples are naturally gone. Lu Yiran can do it, let alone send him to the frontier, or directly put him on the battlefield.

"But, will it be too hard to go to the border? Can Mr. Song be able to hold on?" Meng Wenyao asked as if he was worried.

"He is neither a man nor a warrior. Isn't it because he is too comfortable in the capital? I think the border is just the right place. Besides, I have been in the border for more than ten years, so why can't he endure hardship?"

The more he talked, the more Lu Yiran felt that it was appropriate to bring Song Feijie to the frontier, and he said seriously: "A general cannot grow without being on the battlefield."

Meng Wenyao nodded with a smile: "The governor is wise."

After taking two steps, Meng Wenyao said worriedly: "It's just that it's hard for my sister to agree to let Young Master Song go to the border."

After a pause, Lu Yiran smiled bitterly: "I'll tell her personally and she will understand. You go back and rest quickly. I'm afraid you're tired today, so I'll go to the study."