Ji Huangyu chuckled: "So, when Mo Hua and I beat him up, do we have to thank him for not being hurt?"

Nan Si frowned: "Even if Dad Huang borrowed his courage, can he dare to hurt you?"

"Okay, you little girl movie." Ji Huangyu rubbed her black hair, "I don't know that Ye Xiaoqi is good at everything, otherwise how could it catch your eyes?"

He paused, "But although your father is a general, he is a solid player and wins, not everyone can easily win. Tell me, have you taught him the martial arts of the Nine Pavilions or the moves of the Xuanyin Palace?"

Jiuge martial arts is the pinnacle of martial arts in the world.

The Xuanyin Palace's moves are all killer moves. If you don't take action, you will definitely kill people's lives if you take action.

In Jiurao's generation, Chu Tianshu, who is in charge of Xuanyin Palace, and Jiuwei, who is in charge of Jiuge, are better than Luan Fei.

If Ye Xiaoqi could really hurt Luan Fei, then what he learned either came from Jiuge or practiced the Kung Fu from Xuanyin Palace.

But the latter is too hard and has endured a lot, so Ji Huangyu guessed that it should be the martial arts of Jiuge.

I have to say that Ji Huangyu's mind is still very good, and he guessed it instantly.

"I taught him what martial arts skills. Dad Huang should have known it a long time ago." Nan Si frowned, looked at Ji Huangyu, and then looked at her mother, "Have you ever investigated?"

Jiurao had no choice but to: "Do you think your mother doesn't have to do anything all day long, just staring at this little bit of love between you two?"

There is nothing in their family that cannot be passed on, and there is no rule that passes on to women or men. As for Jiuge's martial arts, since Jiuwei taught Xiaoliu that year, he would teach anyone Xiaoliu loves to teach, and Jiuwei probably wouldn't pay attention to these things.

What else can be investigated one by one?

Do you really think they have nothing to do when they are full?

The royal family trained secret guards for serious matters, not to stare at their daughter all day long. Besides, those secret guards ran back and forth, thinking it was so easy?

A bang suddenly sounded on the school ground.

Jiu Rao and the other two were instantly pulled over, and they saw a spear sweeping to the young man's back with a fierce spear. Ye Xiaoqi staggered. Before he could react, he was hit hard on his leg. He couldn't stabilize in an instant and knelt down again with a "bang".

After a confrontation, Ye Xiaoqi's face turned pale again and sweat was covered in pain.

Nan Si jumped up and rushed to the young man like a gust of wind: "Ye Xiaoqi."

Ye Junling held his knee that was painful, slowly raised his head, raised a sweaty face, "Si'er, why are you here?"

"Come here to see if you're still alive."

Ye Junling smiled, and a layer of light appeared on his face covered in cold sweat: "My father-in-law is merciful, I'm fine."

Luan Fei looked at Nan Si silently: "Xiao Liu, this is a battlefield for men."

"Dad." Nan Si's tone was calm, "Ye Xiaoqi has already cultivated into the seventh level of the Nine Nether Mysterious Mirror."

Luan Fei frowned.

"Xiao Qi's martial arts skills are actually better than his father." Nan Si stated the facts, "but he cannot use the Jiuyou Xuan Mirror to deal with his father, but in addition, his kung fu on the school field is definitely not as solid as his father."

Luan Fei is a military general and began to take charge of military power at the age of fourteen. Over the years, he seemed to have integrated into the battlefield military camp.

He is the military camp, and the military camp is his world.

But Ye Xiaoqi's full-time job is not a military general. The fifteen-year-old boy is in the process of training. He has to learn martial arts, literature, and immerse himself in power, and plan for the power belonging to the crown prince.

It is simply impossible to surpass Luanfei at the age of fifteen.

So Ye Junling came to fight Luan Fei and was just here to get beaten.

"Luanhuang'er." Luan Fei held a gun in one hand, his figure was straight and steep, and his handsome face was unshakable. "If you feel sorry for even the competition, shouldn't your father directly order someone to pass on the military stick?"

Nan Si is dull.

She instantly understood that the confrontation was fake and the lesson was true.

Even though my parents haven't checked much in the past two years, they didn't know much about Ye Xiaoqi's skills at first, but after a fight, my father must have been almost in touch. How could he not know how his cultivation level is?

But what if you know?

If your father-in-law wants to teach his son-in-law a lesson, can others stop him?

Ye Junling had already stood up.

Although his movements were obviously stagnant, he spoke to comfort him: "Don't worry Si'er, my father-in-law is much gentler than Uncle Ji, I'm fine."

That's right.

Compared with Ji Huangyu's fierce whip, Luan Fei at least had some strength, and the spear was made of wooden, and its power was much smaller than Ji Huangyu's whip.

But Nan Si still felt distressed.

Ye Junling raised his hand to wipe away the sweat from his forehead and said to Nan Si: "I am not a sweet flower, don't let my father-in-law laugh at us."

Nan Si also felt that she suddenly became pretentious, nodded and was about to turn around and leave, but she heard Luan Fei say, "Forget it, go back."

Nan Si turned around: "Dad?"

Luan Fei threw the spear to the palace guards beside him. There was no emotional fluctuation between his cold eyebrows and eyes, and his voice was also faint: "Save your life and let your princes get rid of it."

After saying this, he walked straight towards the direction where Jiu Rao was, leaving Nan Si and Ye Xiaoqi to look at each other.

"Ye Xiaoqi." Nan Si's eyes locked on Ye Junling's eyebrows and eyes, "You are so pitiful."

Ye Junling was slightly stunned, and then couldn't help laughing: "What stupid words were you saying? How could I feel pitiful?"

I really want to hug her, but I’m sweating all over.

Ye Junling restrained his impulse and said, "I want to go back and take a shower."

Nan Si said: "Can you still leave?"

"Yes," Ye Junling nodded and said in her ear in a low voice, "My father-in-law is actually cold and soft-hearted."

When Nan Si heard this, she looked at him with a subtle look: "What a misunderstanding are you?"

"What's wrong?" Ye Junling wondered, "What I'm talking about is the truth."

Nan Si nodded: "Well, you think it's the fact, it's the fact. Anyway, don't fall into his hands in the future, otherwise you will know how cold he is."

Among Jiurao's four princes, Luan Fei's experience is the most tragic.

He was born into a family of military generals. When he was young, his father was suspicious of the king and his family was exterminated. Luan Fei was thought of by the king because he was too beautiful and forced to enter the palace and imprisoned. Because he was unwilling to compromise, he was eventually sent by the king to a brothel in Lingguo by the king.

It happened that Jiurao came back from southern Xinjiang and brought him out of the brothel.

The family was destroyed, the deep hatred, and the humiliation they suffered had long wiped out all the softness and kindness in the young man's heart.

He personally led his troops to destroy the enemy's country, and killed all the royal family that had ruined his family. He did not even let go of the concubines and children, and truly wiped out the roots.
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