Ruo Ao Ziyan was wearing a black riding suit, with a slightly solemn eyes and a slightly clustered eyebrows. He leaned alone by the window, and his jade-like knuckles were lightly buckled on the windowsill, making a sound of "dede". Ω Biqu     

Whenever he does this action, he is obviously thinking about something big.

Cheng Jia, who approached, also gently buckled the windowsill with jade fingers. Her plump and round nails hit the tabletop, making a "skip" sound, which attracted the attention of the contemplative person. When he saw the other party, he smiled casually and said, "I don't know what can make our young master Ruoao brows lightly, it's really rare! Haha..."

When Ruo Ao Ziyan heard this, he stopped his thoughts, changed into a smile and looked at the man in a free body, and said with a smile, "You are not an official now, but you are all light. How could you know I am sad now? Why aren't you going to be an official? Let's have fun with me?"

Cheng Jia stood in a white long gown with his hands behind his back, looking at the green lakes and green mountains outside the window, the city walls of Yingdu are rising and falling, just like the same color, the long sky like autumn water seems boundless, but in fact it is a world apart. The thin and light pink lips curled up a faint smile, and said casually, "Where is Yan here, there is no place for Jia to use martial arts. If I hadn't been at your invitation today, I would have to study at home for half a year before I wouldn't join in the fun, and I wouldn't have been teased by Ye Xiangru's martial arts cynic."

"I'm still caring about the last bet? Victory and defeat are common in military affairs." Ruo Ao Ziyan said with a relaxed expression.

"It would be better if you lose to me once, and I will be able to understand the truth that victory or defeat is common in military affairs." Cheng Jia did not look annoyed because of the mention of losing the bet, but instead responded with a chuckle.

"Okay, why not let's take a big bet in the end." His fingertips hit the windowsill with great difficulty, and the rare Ruo Ao Ziyan leaned half on the railing and smiled and made a serious suggestion.

"What is big and what is small?" Cheng Jia raised his eyebrows slightly and asked softly.

"It's better to bet on the two princesses." Ruo Ao Ziyan replied.

"You are not afraid that I will spread this bet on your princess and vent her anger on you." Cheng Jia teased and whispered.

"If my bet can win back a ruling yin for her, how angry is it?" Ruo Ao Ziyan spread his hands and said fearlessly.

"I'll definitely lose my last bet with you again." Cheng Jia smiled mockingly.

"It should be said that if you lose, why not! If you lose, you will be the first imperial chief of the Chu State in the future. I will take my Ruoao family and replace him." Ruoao Ziyan raised his eyebrows and said bluntly.

"Is it possible that you, if Ao, has no talent for the Order, and want to push this chore to me and work hard for you." Cheng Jia also tapped the windowsill with a jade finger, making a "dede" sound. His handsome face, which was more delicate than a woman, had a light smile on his face, shook his head and said, "No. I still like this life of Yun Yehe. If one day I really can't make it, I'd better take over my father's idle position."

"If I told your father about this proposal, what would you say he would?" Ruo Ao Ziyan asked leisurely, with a unconcealed plan in his eyes.

"He must have packed me up early and delivered it to you, and then listen to the emperor." Thinking of his father, Ma Shizhan, Cheng Jia finally smiled helplessly, "It seems that I have to accept it if I don't."

"Natural." Ruo Ao Ziyan smiled and nodded, as if he could sit steadily on the Diaoyutai, leaning leisurely by the window, gracefully picked up a cup of fragrant tea and sipped it, waiting for Cheng Jia's answer.

After a long time, Cheng Jia finally made a sound, and the light voice was neither hurry nor slow, and it was heart-wrenching.

"Okay, then I will still beat the third princess." Cheng Jia knew he would lose, but he still beat Mi Zhao with a smile on his face.

From the day the two entered the school, Cheng Jia defeated the third princess, while Zi Yan bet on the eldest princess. From then on, the two of them were their own masters. However, the two have not lost in that game until now, because the eldest princess still lived a bad life in this deep palace compound, and the third princess did not lose the king's favor.

Ruo Ao Ziyan spoke in a quiet voice, "This time, you can suppress the eldest princess."

Cheng Jia gently brushed the dust on the moon-white long gown, and his slender eyes looked at Zi Yan lightly. That glance seemed to have a deep meaning, but it was fleeting, and he said casually, "If I can win, what's the matter with whom the two of them?"

"Haha... OK, then I'll still beat Mi Huang."

"Let's see whoever loses wins." Ruo Ao Ziyan put down the jade porcelain teacup in his hand, and drew lightly on the edge of the cup. He had a little exploration in his eyes. Through the white mist rising from the cup, he looked directly at the old enemy Cheng Jia in his life. However, Cheng Jia's eyes, which were calm and uncontested, looked at the beautiful mountains and rivers outside the boat, smiled slowly, but did not look at him head-on, and said, "Okay, this time, you'll wait and see."

The lake and the mountains are beautiful, and the blue waves of cherry blossoms are beautiful.

Two young men with graceful charm are rare in the world.

A black riding uniform, a white long gown, a straight and side, standing in front of the window.

They smiled at each other and slapped them as oath.

"Ba"

"One word is determined."

"The last bet will determine the winner."

"good!"

The two of them have equal age, appearance, identity, family status, talent, but in the end, who is the winner? However, many years later, when they think of today, will they sigh, the battle for youth at that time?

During the banquet, Cheng Qingqing heard the two of them’s unavoidable bets and whispered to Wang Shiyu, “Do you think my brother will lose this time?”

"Haha, he is your biological brother, how can you be so unconfident with him?" Wang Shiyu sang his jade finger and gently tapped Cheng Qingqing's forehead, without any weight at all. Although she is the third princess, she didn't believe that the third princess and Cheng Jia could win a Ruo Ao Ziyan together.

"That's natural. If it's someone else, I'll bet my brother will win, but if the other party is Brother Zi Yan, my brother is very talented and afraid that he will not even have hope of winning 50%." Cheng Qingqing replied naturally. Since childhood, her brother has lost to Brother Zi Yan too many times, and she is no longer surprised. Moreover, they have a father like that. It's too difficult for her brother to win Brother Zi Yan in this life.

The title of "the second son of Chu Jing for a thousand-year-old son" is that as long as there is brother Zi Yan and their father, her brother will never be able to pick it up in his life.

The two people with clear ears and eyes in front of the window chuckled at each other, but Cheng Jia still smiled bitterly, "Oh... it seems that even his own girl is not optimistic. Could it be that Jia will lose again this last time?"

"Ha, what do you think?" Ruo Ao Ziyan played with the jade porcelain cup in his hand.

"I have never compared it, how can I know the result? Since it is the last bet, Jia naturally has to use all his strength to be without regrets." Cheng Jia's calm eyes looked at the person opposite and bowed and replied.

"Okay, let's see what's going on." Ruo Ao Ziyan nodded with a smile. The fish in the net always struggled like this, so he would wait patiently.

Cheng Jia smiled and looked at the man who grew up with her side, and said with a clear promise, "Okay, let's see what we have done."

After the bet, Cheng Jia smiled and said goodbye. Wang Shiyu, who had witnessed the entire process of the bet, secretly smiled and left with the Cheng brother and sister.

He ordered people to see them go away. Ruo Ao Ziyan, who was still standing alone in the lobby, changed into a solemn face and asked in a deep voice, "Is there any news coming from the Imperial Hospital of the Palace?"

"Not yet." Qingpu replied immediately after hearing the sound.

"What about yesterday?"

"The King's headache is as usual." Qingpu was puzzled, "Young Master, what's wrong with it? Maybe it's the King's sudden illness."

Zi Yan suddenly looked up, looked at Jiang Liu standing with his sword in his arms, and said, "Jiang Liu, the eight secret guards, immediately catch up with the princess as fast as possible!"

"Yes!" Jiang Liu took the order and disappeared in his original position.

"Qingpu, go and order people to take my court robes and dentures, and report to my father, saying that the King of Chu was seriously ill and needed to summon all the ministers to meet him immediately!"

"Yes, young master." Qingpu immediately ordered people to go back to the house as he spoke, and they left from here, and finally met the palace gate and entered the palace together to meet the palace together.
Chapter completed!