Martial Boss Chapter 285

“Feng Jiu!!!”

The Tenth Prince’s eyes were bared, gritting his teeth as he shouted the name of the person who had suddenly lifted him off his feet, his true qi stirring as he was about to strike.

“Tenth brother.”

“Old Tenth, you are reckless.”

A fair and slender hand pressed Tenth Prince’s shoulder from behind, suppressing the true qi stirring in his body.

At the same time, the Sixth Prince, Feng Chaonan, shouted sternly.

Qing Yu’s gaze swept over the man who had stopped the Tenth Prince. This man had a face like a crown of jade, with a sun-horned dragon’s face, and he had a deep “Hao Ran Zheng Qi”.

He is indeed worthy of the name “Feng Qiuwu Tong”. Regardless of other things, in terms of posture alone, this man is the best of all the princes, with the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix.

Can’t you see that the Sixth Prince standing opposite Feng Qiwu is jealous at the sight of him?

Even though the two strongest of the imperial princes were trying to stop him, the Tenth Prince had to hold his temper at this moment, so he could only shout at Feng Jiu, “Feng Jiu, we’ll see about that!”

With that, he gritted his teeth and set off.

“Hmph, no fun!”

The delicate voice, naturally, could not have come from a man. The princess who had been standing with the woman in white was at this moment frowning her phoenix brows in dissatisfaction, looking extremely displeased.

The woman in white beside him had, on the contrary, been quiet and peaceful, with the feel of a quiet young girl.

“Sister Si, let’s go and ignore these guys who want the throne like crazy.” The princess said to the woman in white beside her.

‘Surname Si? Someone from the Si family?’ Qing Yu speculated on the origin of this woman in white surnamed Si, ‘The only one who can be this close to the princess should be the Si family who is a member of the imperial family.’

At this moment, that princess was still holding the hand of the woman surnamed Si, and with a wisp of fragrant wind, she walked past Qing Yu and left the lake pavilion.

And seeing this, Feng Qiwu actually followed in step, chasing after her.

But when he pa*sed Feng Jiu, Feng Qiuwu looked at the white Confucian uniform Feng Jiu was wearing with complicated eyes.

This white Confucian uniform belonging to the Shanhe Academy was in stark contrast to the python robe Feng Qiwu was wearing.

Feng Qiwu should be a little envious of Feng Jiu, after all, Feng Jiu did not need to make a choice, he only needed to stand clearly on the side of the Shanhe Academy.

But Feng Qiwu could not do that, as both the academy and the emperor had treated him well, and the emperor was his biological father, so it was really hard to choose between the two.

So Feng Qiwu could only sway from one side to the other, and it was difficult to take a firm stand.

After Feng Qiwu left, only Qing Yu, Feng Jiu and the sixth prince, Feng Chaonan, were left in the pavilion.

Feng Chaonan looked at the background of Feng Qiwu running after that princess and the woman with the surname Si with a scornful look on his face and cursed in a low voice, “D*mn Feng Qiwu ——”

Although the voice was low, but with Qing Yu and Feng Jiu’s power, they could both hear it clearly. The two of them had a slight pair of eyes and both flashed a sense of gloating.

Looking at Feng Qiwu’s expression, he should be in love with the woman named Si. This is undoubtedly a way to pry Feng Chaonan out of his corner.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that Feng Chaonan wants to get involved and have a love triangle. His mother, Si Guifei, was the sister of the head of the Si family, and that woman with the surname Si should be Feng Chaonan’s cousin or cousins, which could not be combined.

Feng Chaonan’s jealousy should be thinking that Feng Qiwu is going to use this to pull the Si family over and cut off a big arm of Feng Chaonan.

And given Qing Yu’s sense of emotions, his ‘Turtle Mirror’ could reflect that the woman with the surname Si likewise had a not-so-subtle affection for Feng Qiwu. This was interesting.

After venting his negative emotions a little, Feng Chaonan’s face flushed with an affectionate smile as he turned towards Feng Jiu and said, “Ninth Brother, you’re just in time to talk more with my brother.”

Feng Jiu also had a warm look on his face, “Just now, thanks to the help of the Sixth Imperial Brother, otherwise, I really don’t know how domineering Feng Jie would be.”

Just by looking at their appearance, these two were both good brothers for life, however, Qing Yu who was at the side could clearly reflect the thoughts in both sides’ hearts.

Feng Chaonan’s heart was all ice-cold use and calculation, Feng Jiu’s heart felt a little sick at his own sycophantic attitude, and the rest, like Feng Chaonan, was also full of calculation and use.

After the two looked so warm that they cared for each other disgustingly, Feng Jiu reached out and pointed at Qing Yu, “Sixth Imperial Brother, this is Royal Brother’s best friend Meng De, he is recently going back to the academy to continue his studies, Mr. Ouyang thinks extremely highly of him.”

Feng Chaonan immediately recognised the value of Qing Yu and said happily, “I have often heard Mr. Han Wenxin mention a distinguished student called ‘Meng De’, but I have never really got to know him. Today, I am truly fortunate to have met Mr Meng De.”

As always, Feng Chaonan was thirsty for talent, and he was always willing to put himself down when it came to those who had the ability. But if he had known that this Mr Meng De had given him a hard time more than half a month ago, I wonder how he would have looked.

“Did senior brother Han Wenxin mention me?” Qing Yu said with a surprised look on his face.

“Yes, Mr. Han said that Mr. Mengde had unparalleled talent and would certainly become famous in the future.”

“It’s just a pity that ——” Feng Chaonan suddenly made a sad face and said with a gloomy expression, “Mr. Han went to Linchuan Province on an errand, but it happened to coincide with a rebellion of the Eastern Japanese and was brutally killed by them.”

“What ——”

The murderer who killed Han Wenxin with his own hands scuffled back a few steps and said with great alarm, “Senior brother Han Wenxin, dead?”

Qing Yu flicked up his sleeve and covered his face, as if he didn’t want others to see him weeping, and said with pathos: “I remember that it was Senior Brother Han who gave me his reading tips, which enabled me to realize the “Hao Ran Zheng Qi”, but I didn’t expect to hear the news of Senior Brother Han’s death again after parting from the school.”

“This is really… God is jealous of talent. ——”

That voice, if described in a poetic phrase, could be described as “a whimpering sound, like a complaint, like a mourning, like a sob. The aftermath is incessant”.

Although it was a bit exaggerated, under the effect of the power of the “Ten Thousand Paths of the Moro”, even Feng Jiu, who knew that Qing Yu was acting, had the feeling that “this is a person of the highest emotion and nature”.

Even Feng Jiu was like this, let alone Feng Chaonan. At this moment, Feng Chaonan was convinced that this Meng De really had deep feelings for Han Wenxin, and he gave himself credit for using Han Wenxin as an article in his heart.

The first thing he did was to say that Han Wenxin was his benefactor, and that if His Highness, the sixth prince, who is the object of Han Wenxin’s loyalty, needed any help, he could go to him.

In the lake pavilion, the three acting emperors were acting in their own way, disgusting others and themselves for their own purposes.