Chapter 413: Killing Ying Tianyijiao, the Brother and Sister with a Very Good Relationship

"Boom!"

Another loud noise, a blue sword light collided with the golden dragon again, bursting out a more powerful breath. This time, the golden dragon was actually cut open by a sword, turning into countless golden light spots and dissipating in the air.

"Swish."

A voice reached the ears of everyone present, and they saw that Ci Song had appeared behind Ying Tian without knowing when. He held a slender sword in his left and right hands, exuding endless coldness, and Ci Song held a piece of black cloth in his left hand.

As for Ying Tian, ​​he was standing in the center of the collapsed venue at this moment, and the golden dragon spear in his hand was shining with dark golden light. However, the corner of his black dragon-patterned robe was missing a section, which was extremely dazzling.

"Prince Ying Tian, ​​you and I are just sparring, there is no need to fight so fiercely."

Ci Song turned around, gently threw the black cloth on the ground, looked at Ying Tian and smiled.

Yingtian first glanced at the corner of the clothes on the ground, then looked up at Ci Song who was unharmed, and a faint smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Good tricks, Ci Song, you are worthy of being the son of Mr. Ci."

Yingtian raised his hand and waved, and the golden dragon spear turned into talent and disappeared into the air. He walked to Ci Song's side, patted him on the shoulder gently, and said: "You deserve the title of young leader, Ci Song. I hope that you can win more reputation for Daliang during your trip to Da Zhou, and let the literati of other six countries see the style of our Daliang talents."

"Ci Song understands."

Ci Song nodded slightly. It must be said that Yingtian's strength today really shocked him. Although he had the upper hand when fighting with Yingtian today, he clearly felt that Yingtian seemed to have a more powerful force hidden in his body and not released.

"Very good, Ci Song, you didn't waste my kindness to you."

Ying Tian nodded, then looked at the people present and said: "You all can come here today, which means that you all represent the top young talents of Daliang. Tomorrow we will set off for the King City of Da Zhou. I hope you can win glory for Daliang and don't bring down the prestige of Daliang."

"We understand."

Everyone shouted in unison.

"Yes."

Ying Tian nodded with satisfaction, and then left the place with several guards behind him. Before they left, their eyes were always on Shang Han.

Seeing that Ying Tian had left, Ci Song also stretched his waist, and then left the venue with Shang Han. Before Ci Song left, he heard a voice transmission from Mo Zhi: "Brother Ci, do you have time to talk in the afternoon?"

Ci Song turned his head to look at the source of the voice and found that Mo Zhi was standing in the crowd not far away, smiling at him.

"Of course there is time."

Ci Song nodded and responded with a voice transmission. Although he didn't know why Mo Zhi was looking for him, he probably thought it was related to his marriage with Mo Yao.

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The afternoon sun shone through the gaps in the leaves onto the ground, forming mottled light and shadow. In the separate courtyard prepared by the royal family for young talents, Ci Song was lying on a recliner, enjoying the rare peace. He closed his eyes and waited for Mo Zhi's arrival. Shang Han was sitting in a small pavilion in the courtyard, brewing tea and tasting tea.

Not long after, a sound of footsteps broke the tranquility of the courtyard. Ci Song opened his eyes and saw Mo Zhi walking in with a smile in a blue shirt.

"Brother Ci, I'm sorry to bother you." Mo Zhi bowed and apologized.

"No, no, it's my honor that Brother Mo Zhi can come."

Ci Song quickly stood up from the recliner and greeted him.

After a few pleasantries, the two sat down in the pavilion together. Shang Han poured a cup of tea for Mo Zhi, and then stepped aside tactfully.

"Brother Mo Zhi, what do you want to talk to me about?" Ci Song looked at Mo Zhi and asked straight to the point.

Mo Zhi put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Ci Song, and said: "Brother Ci, to be honest, I came here this time for your marriage with Mo Yao."

"Oh?"

Ci Song raised his eyebrows, "Brother Mo Zhi, are you also here to persuade Ci Song to cancel the engagement?"

Mo Zhi shook his head and said: "Brother Ci, you misunderstood, I came here this time only to represent myself, I want to say that I support your marriage with Sister Yao'er."

"Oh?"

Ci Song showed a hint of surprise on his face. He didn't expect Mo Zhi to support his marriage with Mo Yao. Isn't he the grandson of General Mo?

"Brother Mo Zhi, are you serious?"

Ci Song looked at Mo Zhi and asked in disbelief.

Mo Zhi nodded and said, "Of course I take it seriously, Brother Ci, you may not know that the relationship between me and Sister Yao'er can be said to be like that of real siblings."

"Really? But why haven't I heard Yao'er mention you much?" Ci Song looked at Mo Zhi with interest.

Mo Zhi sighed and said, "This is a long story, Master Ci Song, do you remember when you last saw me?"

Ci Song searched his memory and did find the memory of Mo Zhi, but it seemed to be traced back to six or seven years ago.

Mo Zhi ignored Ci Song and said to himself, "My grandfather has six sons in total. Sister Yao'er is the daughter of my second uncle, and my father is the youngest and also a concubine, so I am not actually well-received in the family."

"Only Sister Yao'er is willing to call me brother and give me the corresponding respect."

Mo Zhi said this with a bitter smile on his face. He raised his head, looked at the sky, and said: "Although I, Mo Zhi, am a concubine, I also have my own pride and dignity. I don't want to be a pawn of the family, and I don't want to be a knife in my grandfather's hand."

"So, when I was eighteen, I left Zhongzhou City alone, looking for an opportunity to change my destiny."

"Fortunately, I found it, but when I returned home, I heard that my grandfather wanted to use Yao'er's sister's marriage to consolidate the family's position. I was angry."

"So, you don't support your grandfather's idea?" Ci Song asked.

Mo Zhi nodded and said: "Yes, I don't support my grandfather's idea, but I can't change his decision, so I can only do my best to support those things I think are right."

"For example, my marriage with Mo Yao?"

Ci Song smiled. Mo Zhi nodded and said, "Yes, for example, your marriage with sister Yao'er."

"Why?" Ci Song asked puzzledly, "You should know that my marriage with Mo Yao is a political marriage in the eyes of many people, and there is no emotional basis."

"If you two really have no emotional basis, I will definitely persuade you to quit, but when sister Yao'er was seven years old, she told me that she had made a strange friend and talked to me a lot about her and that friend. She also asked me to cover for her at home so that she could go to play with that friend."

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