But age is a hard injury. Spiritual cultivation depends on accumulation over time, which can not be pulled out at once.
It is not a good choice to pull up seedlings and encourage others. Feng Jiuxi doesn't want his son to go astray because of impulse.
"I ask you, can I defeat you to show that I have the ability to enter Jinglin college?" the little steamed stuffed bun asked again.
Feng Jiuxi's words got stuck in her throat. For the first time, she saw such a firm expression on the young face of the steamed stuffed bun, as if nothing could shake him. Something called Qi field came into being vaguely.
Yanqing's eyes showed a look of appreciation, turned to Zhenbei Hou and said coldly, "children's words will inevitably be mistaken for jokes. We might as well make this agreement between us."
One side of Zhenbei Hou didn't expect that things would progress to this step. His eyes were first surprised and then turned into ridicule.
After all, he is almost the same as everyone else. That is, it is impossible for fengziyan to defeat his son!
Therefore, the Duke of Zhenbei hardly thought about it, so he could hardly wait to nod and promise: "OK! Today, I will make this gentleman's agreement with the king of Hades! As long as the young master can defeat my son at that time, he is qualified to enter Jinglin college. Otherwise, get out."
"Whether you are qualified or not is not what your father and son said in empty words." Feng Jiuxi took a step forward slowly, with ice cold on his beautiful face. He was stunned by Zhenbei Hou and everyone.
She continued to say, "Jinglin college was founded by the ancestors of Donglin a hundred years ago. All the students in it are the most powerful children of Donglin, representing the strong afterforce of Donglin and belonging to the whole Donglin. When will it be your father's turn to tell you what to do here? Do you still want to replace the emperor?"
As soon as the words came out, the whole area was silent.
This hat can be buckled big... Zhenbei Hou turned against his arrogance and looked at Feng Jiuxi with a bad face.
He looked down on this woman and thought she was a soft persimmon. Unexpectedly, like Yanqing, he refused to eat at any loss.
He was just said to be curious by the prince, coupled with his personal resentment with the Pluto, so he had this one now.
Just when he was thinking about what reason to use, Feng Jiuxi turned again and gently touched the top of the steamed stuffed bun. His eyebrows and eyes were firm and said, "however, since the words have been said, the competition will be in accordance with the agreement just said by the marquis."
"After a circle, isn't it still the result?" Zhenbei Hou cleared his throat and alleviated the embarrassment just now. "Ben Hou's spoken language was wrong just now. The princess doesn't want to understand Ben Hou's meaning."
"If Marquis doesn't make trouble out of nothing, I won't make something out of nothing." Feng Jiuxi said word by word.
Zhenbei Hou silently looked at her for a moment, turned to Yanqing, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.
"Hahaha, Pluto, you married an interesting princess this time. After so many years, I've been thinking about what kind of woman you would marry after you rejected Lan'er. As soon as I saw you today, it was really extraordinary."
He really couldn't tell whether it meant praise or anything else.
Feng Jiuxi smiled generously, looked at him with meaningful eyes, and bravely and directly replied for Yan Qing, "thank you for your praise, I will make persistent efforts."
"Well, I'm looking forward to the princess's performance."