Lao Shi asked Eighth Prince to sit at the top, and several close princes and ministers sat together in a group, just like modern people crowded together to watch a boxing match.

The competition on the stage was in full swing, and it was Yue Zhongqi's turn to take the stage.

He lifted up his sapphire blue robe and pinned it around his waist. Underneath he wore tight-fitting cyan trousers, black short boots, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and thin lips with a smile. His appearance attracted countless attention.

Before the fight started, little Fugua, who had inherited his mother's facial control, nodded, clapped his hands and yelled: "Awesome~~~"

That little milky voice was in the front row, so Yue Zhongqi, who had both ears and eyes, heard it all at once. He turned his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, showed a smile, and even raised his hand in the direction of the little Fugua.

Little Fugua's face flushed with excitement, his eyes narrowed with a smile, and he clapped his hands hard. He looked like a fat little fox cub!

Lao Shi felt so sad, "Hey, you brat, how can you be so ignorant? Ama is more experienced than this brat!"

He secretly made up his mind to find a few people to practice with Xiao Fu Gua tomorrow, because he was still too young and had too little experience.

But then Yue Zhongqi used her strength to tell Lao Shi that there are geniuses and ordinary people in martial arts. Obviously Yue Zhongqi is a genius.

The opponent almost gave away points, but in the third or fifth round, Yue Zhongqi sent him on his way with a beautiful side kick.

The eighth elder brother smiled softly and said as if nothing had happened, "This is Yue Zhongqi. The Yue family is really talented in martial arts. It seems that he will win the martial arts competition this year."

Lao Shi was aroused and couldn't help but follow him: "Speaking of the civil examination, after all, the test is about Sinology. The Han people naturally have the advantage, but this is not the case in the martial arts examination. We have many warriors in the Qing Dynasty, so it is not necessarily the case.

Until a Han man dominates martial arts."

The eighth prince said in astonishment: "If you don't have another candidate you are optimistic about."

Lao Shi thought to himself, how could I, but his face showed his signature handsome, mysterious and meaningless smile.

Someone said: "If the gambling game starts this year, I don't know how many people will bet on Yue Zhongqi."

This is something that the imperial court has repeatedly banned, and everyone knows it.

"Yes, in our opinion, Yue Zhongqi has a better chance of winning. Although he is a Han, the descendants of Master Yue Yuan are hard to dislike. Among the Han people, we will obey the Yue family."

Everyone laughed and fought, but afterwards some people would definitely spread the news that Lao Shi disliked Yue Zhongqi, which basically created a barrier between the two of them.

The eighth prince did this because he had a keen eye for people and determined that Yue Zhongqi would definitely be a promising person in the future and a capable military general, so he invested so much in advance.

When Yue Zhongqi came off the stage, someone called him to the table. He greeted the two elder brothers and discussed together how to go to the Chongyang Tower for a drink after the game.

Lao Shi curled his lips, and heard from his Phoenix that Brother Bah always took people to Chongyang Tower to eat without paying the bill, all because of facial recognition. Jiu Fujin was shocked last time when he saw Brother Jiu bring home the correct bill for her, and asked

His family, Fenghuang, said that in just six months, Eighth Prince spent more than 8,000 taels of silver eating at Chongyang Restaurant without even paying the bill. Firstly, this proves that the food at Chongyang Restaurant is indeed expensive, and secondly, it also proves that Old Eighth Brother is really good at eating.

Stop treating yourself as an outsider.
Chapter completed!