Min Zhixing's face turned red and white, and his beard was raised up in anger.
These people clearly knew that their Min Mansion only gave birth to daughters and could not give birth to sons at all, so they still carried which pots were not opened in front of him, it was simply unreasonable.
Everyone knows that Min Rui is delicate and weak, he is out of breath even after walking a few more steps, and he gets sick every time, even standing on this dragon boat, he will feel dizzy and vomit, how can he get on the boat?
How can a person who can't even get on a boat be able to command a dragon boat race? It will only make people laugh.
The holy girl Min Huizhu sitting under Zhuang Huaisen's hands couldn't listen anymore. The person she cared about and defended the most in her life was her own brother. How could she tolerate these people's discrimination against Min Rui in public.
She snorted coldly, her voice was as pearly as jade but sonorous and powerful: "The competition is not yet at the final moment, it is not certain who will win, why say it too early?"
Everyone looked at the Holy Maiden and shut their mouths. It seemed that they realized that the veiled woman was also from the Min Mansion. The Holy Maiden Palace is second only to the priest's mansion...
Zhuang Huaisen stared sideways at Min Huizhu.
Min Huizhu looked calm: "My brother has been weak and sick since he was a child, but it's a pity that this dragon boat race does not allow legitimate daughters to participate. If it is allowed, this holy girl will represent the Min Mansion to participate in the competition, and the jackpot may not necessarily fall on the head of the young master of the dealer. …”
Everyone: "..."
Thinking of Min Huizhu's methods, everyone became more tacit and silent.
What the saint said was right, if Min Huizhu gave birth to a boy, there would be nothing wrong with the juniors from other families.
Min Huizhu alone can be worth more than a dozen sons of other people's families.
As for the two idiots of the priest's family, Zhuang Minghao, who has brute force and no brains, is even more worthless.
When Min Hanghang heard his daughter supporting him, he immediately raised his eyebrows and exhaled. It would be great if Huizhu was a boy, and if his Ruier was in good health. Thinking of these, Min Hanghang became sad again, and sighed heavily in one breath.
At first Zhuang Huaisen thought that Min Huizhu was helping Qin Wuyan to speak, but after Min Huizhu finished speaking, he realized that she was so angry because she was dissatisfied with outsiders' arrangements for her own brother, and the little knot in her heart was relieved.
Everyone was thinking about their own calculations, but suddenly someone said: "What is Commander Qin doing?"
Everyone looked in the direction of the moat, and their eyes widened. They saw the guards on the dragon boat clenched their oars one by one, leaned down, and lay firmly on the side of the boat. fall sideways...
Zhuang Minghao didn't understand, so: "What are you doing? Are you planning to sink the ship automatically because you can't beat this young master?"
Qin Wuyan smiled coldly, and said in a cold voice, "Zhuang Minghao, for the sake of you being Xiaoyu's real brother, I don't care as much as you do, but this jackpot, I definitely want to get it."
He took out the bamboo flute from his cuff, pressed it to his lips, and suddenly started playing.
The melodious and sharp sound of the bamboo flute sounded on the river surface, and the ripples on the river surface rippled round and round. The sound of the bamboo flute seemed to sink down from the river surface little by little along the ripples of the flowing water, reaching the depths of the river. .....
Everyone was shocked, who suddenly shouted in the crowd: "Guiyuan song, this is the Guiyuan song that commands all things!"
The people don't know why, the last time they heard the Guiyuan song was more than ten years ago, when the high priest ascended the throne, and most of the people didn't understand the melody, even if they listened to it, they couldn't remember the tune of the music, as if they hadn't listened to it.