My companion is a bit fierce

Feng Xiujie's eyes widened, full of disbelief: "My brother actually lost."

Qi Bo was silent, Feng Xiuran didn't aim well for the last arrow, and the arc of the string was much smaller than the previous few times, it's normal to be inaccurate.

Unwillingly humming twice, Feng Xiujie said harshly: "There are two more times, my brother will definitely win!"

Rong Jue put away his bow and arrow and stopped talking.Feng Xiuran is different from Feng Xiujie, even if he loses, Rong Jue will not taunt him.

Feng Xiuran didn't feel annoyed when he lost, he cupped his fists at Rong Jue and said, "There are still two more rounds to come, and I look forward to another hearty competition with the prince."

Rong Jue nodded and said, "Feng Xiaowei first."

Feng Xiuran was not polite either, he picked up the horse and his wife first and waited for him.

Rong Jue also refused to be slower than him, and quickly got on his horse, with his spear at his side: "Please give me your advice, Captain Feng."

"Don't dare."

Feng Xiuran said so, but his hands were not slow. With a flick of the rein, the steed immediately ran in front of Rong Jue.

Rong Jue is wearing a light blue coat today, with wrist guards and wide sleeves closed, looking neat and tidy.He was sitting on the back of a horse, his hair was tied up high for competitions and left a long black tail, he was holding a penis in his hand, his clothes were plain, and his eyebrows and eyes were flying.The female students watching were chatting and discussing in one side, laughing from time to time.

Qi Lan clenched his palms tightly, his joints protruding, and stared at Rong Jue without blinking, only feeling that the voices of those girls were too noisy.

"Let them be quiet, don't interfere with the competition." Qi Lan casually pointed to an instructor, "It's best to keep them away."

The instructor nodded his head to accept the order, and walked over there quickly to say a few words. The girls in front sighed in disappointment, and saw Qi Lan's gloomy face again, so they had to stand farther away at every step.

The competition between Rong Jue and Feng Xiuran has gradually become fierce.

Rong Jue picked up the spear nimbly, Hongying swayed his charming eyes, leaned over on the horse's back, and rode the horse forward, as if rushing out of thousands of horses, overflowing with murderous aura.Feng Xiuran paused, stepped forward to meet him, and exerted strength with both hands in front of him.

With the sound of "Dang", Rong Jue hurriedly retreated, his horseshoes shoveled the soil, sending up waves of flying sand.

When Feng Xiuran saw the situation, he immediately rushed to catch up, stabbed forward, and came straight to Rong Jue.

Qi Lan held his breath and didn't dare to move, for fear that Rong Jue would fall for it.

At this moment, it seemed that he was fighting Feng Xiuran on horseback.

Many people outside the stadium exclaimed that they closed their eyes and dared not look at it.

"Young Prince Rong won't lose, will he?"

When Qi Lan heard this sentence, he immediately shouted without looking back: "Rong Jue will win!"

Flipping his wrist, Rong Jue turned his horse's head and passed by, Feng Xiuran's gun head brushed past Rong Jue without being discouraged, and attacked him again.

With □□ in hand, drawing circles and tying flowers, Rong Jue blocked Feng Xiu and then without stopping, urged □□'s horse forward, poking at Feng Xiuran with the tip of the spear with a cold light.

The situation was reversed in an instant!

The scene boiled again for a while.

Some are optimistic about Rong Jue, and some are betting on Feng Xiuran.

The brutal and sudden fight aroused everyone's emotions, and they expressed their opinions one after another.

Wang Mingda looked at it for a long time and couldn't see who would win, so he patted Qi Lan: "Who do you think will win?"

Before Qi Lan could answer, Li Hongbao said first, "Of course it's Ah Jue!"

No matter when, Li Hongbao always has an inexplicable trust in Rong Jue.

When Qi Lan saw that Rong Jue was about to win, he couldn't help but feel turmoil in his heart. He tried to open his mouth, but found that his lips were already dry and stuck together.

"Ah Jue will definitely win." He said hoarsely.

===

Feng Xiujie on the other side was also extremely nervous watching.

Feng Xiuran can't lose again!

He really didn't expect that Rong Jue's carbine was so good.In the past, Rong Jue was just fighting with fists and kicks, at most he was considered to be good at fists and kicks.

The two fought each other back and forth several times on the field, and the outcome was still indistinguishable.Seeing the tricks and breaking the tricks, adapting to the situation, the two really met their opponents.

"If this continues..." Instructor Feng frowned, Rong Jue shot quickly and accurately, without any unnecessary movements. In comparison, Feng Xiujie's carbine seemed a bit well-behaved.

Feng Xiujie grabbed him and asked, "Will my brother win?"

It's not obvious now, but after a long time, the physical exertion will be unfavorable to Feng Xiuran.

Instructor Feng pursed his lips with worried eyes.He came out of the Nanwei Army, so he naturally hoped that Feng Xiuran would win.

Feng Xiuran was already feeling exhausted, panting for breath, dripping with sweat, deepening the color of the loess on the ground.

Rong Jue was also a bit unwell, they had been fighting for too long this time, and their spirits had been tense. Although he was talented, he was younger than Feng Xiuran, and he might be able to suppress him in two years, but now he is still no.

The two clashed again on the field.Feng Xiuran opened his eyes wide, let out a loud roar, grabbed his fist and pressed down on Rong Jue viciously.Rong Jue's steed couldn't hold it any longer, and retreated in a small arc.

It's now!

Feng Xiujie's eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly: "Brother, stab his horse!"

what? !

Rong Jue was startled, and hurriedly retreated to prevent Feng Xiuran from really doing this.Feng Xiuran, who was rushing forward, was caught off guard and had no time to stop, taking advantage of the trend and continuing to charge towards Rong Jue's horse.

The horse that Rong Jue sat on raised its hooves and neighed, and turned uncontrollably to avoid it.

"Not good!" Qi Lan's heart hung high, and before he had time to think again, his feet ran towards Rong Jue as if blown by the wind.

For this move, Rong Jue didn't expect it, the horse turned sharply, and he leaned on the horse's back almost to be thrown out.

No one can sit still now.

If Rong Jue fell, he would probably be trampled to death!

Feng Xiujie's words are too insidious, if something happens to Rong Jue here, no one can bear Rong Xu's anger!

Some timid female students screamed and did not dare to look, and the instructors on the field rushed towards Rong Jue.

Qi Bo raised his hand outside the field and slapped Feng Xiujie, causing his nasal cavity to hurt and blood to flow.

"Your Highness!" Feng Xiujie's face was full of disbelief.

"It's you, you idiot!"

Qi Bo's heart was on fire, wishing he could stuff Feng Xiujie into his mother's womb and never come out again.

The horse of □□ was restless, Rong Jue's eyes were fixed, he threw the □□ in his hand to the ground, tapped his toes, and jumped along the □□□, far away from the horse before everyone could react.

"Ah Jue!" Li Hongbao's eyes were red, and he kept murmuring while hugging Rong Jue, "Thank you, thank you!"

Standing beside Rong Jue, Qi Lan couldn't help but put his hands on Rong Jue's body, and only let out a breath after making sure he was fine.

The autumn air was a bit chilly. Standing beside Rong Jue, he felt the heat from his body, and he was never so grateful in his heart.

Fortunately, his Ah Jue is so powerful.

He is the best.

===

Instructor Feng checked Rong Jue's horse, and when he saw him standing firmly, he announced loudly: "This match, Feng Xiaowei wins."

Qi Lan rolled his eyes upwards, but he saw Coach Feng looking at Feng Xiuran with enthusiasm, as if he was waiting for his reward.

Ah.

He sneered inwardly.

It's not that easy.

After hearing the result, Feng Xiuran didn't smile at all.

He got off his horse and went to Rong Jue's place, bent down and half knelt down: "Young brother got into trouble and caused the son to fall off the horse for no reason. Fortunately, the son is strong in martial arts, so it's okay..."

He paused, and called Feng Xiujie here sharply, and kicked Feng Xiujie's knee to force him to kneel down: "Apologize to the prince!"

Feng Xiujie twisted his body, half of his face was swollen: "I don't!"

Feng Xiuran's face became more and more ugly, he looked at Rong Jue: "This time I am invincible, I am willing to compete with the prince—"

"No need!" Qi Lan interrupted him, "That's all for today."

Rong Jue stood with his gun in hand, staring at Feng Xiujie in silence.

—He never said a word from the beginning to the end.

Li Hongbao let out a cold snort from his nostrils: "Competition again, who knows what tricks you will play? You think we are stupid."

"This..." Feng Xiuran looked at Rong Jue, "Don't worry, my son, I will definitely keep my younger brother under strict supervision, and there will be no more—"

"The eldest prince is right, there is really no need." Rong Jue no longer looked at Feng Xiujie, and said softly, "I believe in Feng Xiaowei's character, but there is really no need to compare, let's stop here."

"Let's go." Rong Jue put his hand on Qi Lan's and said to the crowd, "Let's all go away."

"It's gone." Wang Mingda also yelled, "Don't hang around here, what should you do?"

"His Royal Highness——" Feng Xiuran shouted loudly behind them, "I still lose this match!"

Rong Jue paused, Li Hongbao hurriedly replied: "We know, you must not regret it!"

"Never!" Feng Xiuran's firm voice came again.

Wang Mingda opened the way ahead, and after Li Hongbao stopped, Qi Lan and Rong Jue walked together, and they left the Imperial College soon.

===

"Ah Jue..." Li Hongbao carefully stared at Rong Jue's face, "Are you okay?"

Rong Jue nodded, lowered his eyes and answered him softly.

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, Rong Jue had been depressed since he came back from the school, and he didn't know what was wrong.

Li Hongbao frowned: "Ah Jue, what's wrong with you? If you're not feeling well, just say it, don't hold back."

"No."

Rong Jue replied weakly.

"..."

Qi Lan sighed softly, and winked at Wang Mingda.As soon as Wang Mingda caught his gaze, he immediately understood, and dragged Li Hongbao away regardless of opposition.

"Are you blaming me for saying that there is no need to compete anymore?" Qi Lan asked.

Rong Jue came back to his senses: "No, His Highness thought too much."

"But that's what I think." Qi Lan took a deep breath, and continued until the air filled his chest, "You think you can compete again and win, but I won't let you— — you're blaming me."

Rong Jue paused, he didn't expect Qi Lan to think so.

Qi Lan suddenly lowered her voice: "Ah Jue, it's definitely not that I don't want to let you go, I'm just... just too worried about you."

Falling from a horse, bleeding, getting hurt, starving... whatever it is, as long as it's about you, I'm worried.I can't, dare not, see such a scene.

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