Chapter 267 Don't You Want to Confess?

The seating positions of each family were arranged according to the order of arrival. The Zongheng family arrived close to the Yinyang family, so the two of them naturally had to sit next to the Yinyang family.

No family could be more shabby than the Zongheng family. Other families had hundreds of people, and the Confucian group was huge, even close to a thousand, but they were just the two of them.

Jun Lin carried the 108-jin heavy black iron sword on his shoulder like a bully, moved his wrist and pulled the red rope, and then he pulled Gongqing forward like pulling a flower girl.

The official staggered as she dragged him, the smile on his lips looking forced and helpless.

What a joke! Even if Jun Lin told the officials in person that she was a woman, they still wouldn't believe him.

Whose woman is this, carrying a heavy sword on her shoulder and pulling a man in her hand?

She sat down in the first row, and with a bang, the heavy sword stabbed into the steps in front of her. Wu Shi beside her slowly turned his head to glance at her. Jun Lin said without any guilt, "It's been a long time since I saw you, Sect Master."

Wu Shi nodded slightly, then quickly looked straight ahead and stopped looking at her.

Gongqing sat down next to Junlin again. He was exhausted by this arrogant ancestor and asked, "Where is your sword sheath?"

Just carry this sword with you and stick it wherever you sit?

Jun Lin raised his lifeless eyelids and said, "Usually, Manhuang serves as my scabbard, but now he's not here, and you can't do it. You have thin arms and legs, and you can't hold it with your hands or shoulders. What should I do if I don't carry it myself?"

Thin arms and thin legs.

You can’t hold it with your hands or carry it on your shoulders.

You can't do that either.

Three consecutive critical hits are here for you.

Duke: “…”

Can he kick this junior fellow back to the palace? It is completely enough for him to participate in this kind of conference by himself, and there is no need for another person to cause trouble for him.

Sure enough, he is still as annoying as when he was a child.

She should keep her mouth shut for the rest of her life and never speak again.

The scene was not completely quiet, and each family was still exchanging polite greetings. The sunlight, like honey threads, had woven a dense golden net over the sky. The breeze was rustling, and the noisy voices of different schools of thought could be vaguely heard. But suddenly, something strange happened, and another group of people rushed to participate in the competition.

The carriage was not particularly luxurious, but the unique design and the badges representing identity on it made everyone look strange.

A very pretty girl jumped out of the carriage, and people surrounded her like stars surrounding the moon.

Lin Junhuai, who was sitting in the chairman's seat of the Mohist School, stopped smiling, and the cold light in his eyes froze inch by inch.

is a public transporter.

"Why are they here?"

"The atmosphere is even more tense now!"

Gongshujia's position is very delicate. Most of the Hundred Schools of Thought do not recognize it. Strictly speaking, Gongshujia cannot be considered one of the Hundred Schools of Thought. But now it has arrived.

The heated atmosphere only cooled down for a moment before heating up again. It seemed that everyone treated this as an insignificant episode.

The host of the conference sweated profusely as he scanned the faces of the leaders of each family. Even the King of Yue and Emperor Jing had not spoken from beginning to end, and it seemed that they had agreed. He cleared his throat and said loudly: "Everyone, this conference will still be divided into two parts as in the past. One is the martial arts competition, and the other is the literary debate."

"There are three people, one civil and one military, all of whom are in the form of attack and defense. The warriors, with long swords, span the nine fields, and their high hats brush against the dark sky. The civil ones, stand alone in the world, and are unyielding."

"The Yangtze River rolls on, and the winds and rivers are gone; the rise and fall of various schools of thought are determined by them."

The young man dressed in a blue robe and a scholar bowed to the seated Baijia, and the cool breeze of hunting filled his wide sleeves.

"Then everyone, who among all the heroes in the world can rival this one? The dispute among you will be resolved."

The first competition was held between warriors. Gongqing was just about to talk to Jun Lin, but he turned around and started chatting with Wu Shi.

"Your Majesty, are you taking good care of the flowers?"

Wu Shi was asking about the square carved wooden block of flower seeds that the Mohist government gave to Jun Lin.

Jun Lin is sincere and reliable: "Of course, I believe it will bloom soon."

The flower seeds had been left unattended since she got them from the government city. They had followed her around southern Xinjiang, and she only remembered to plant them in pots after she returned to Jingguo and spent the deep winter there.

In reality, her good care of it was just that after she was done with her work, she finally remembered to find a flowerpot for it and put some soil in it.

…

Jingguo Palace.

As everyone went to attend the various conferences, the palace became deserted and quiet. Yi An was coughing violently, and his handkerchief was stained with blood. When he heard footsteps, he hid the handkerchief and drank his tea leisurely with a relaxed look on his face.

The person who came was Wen Suili. Since he handed over the jade seal to Junlin, there have been 200,000 troops stationed in the Snow Region. The Snow Region was firmly protected by Junlin. The people of the Snow Region were very obedient. Firstly, Emperor Jing had sent troops to rescue them, and secondly, they knew that this was the Lord's wish, so when the army entered the country, they quickly became one family.

When Wen Suili had some free time, he came to spend more time with Yi'an. Now the two brothers were very relaxed and at ease, sitting together under the eaves, listening to the crisp ringing of the wind chimes by the door, each holding a cup of tea.

That kind of indifference and tranquility was actually overflowing with a sense of sadness.

"Why don't you express your feelings? If you say so, she should agree."

Yi An's gentle words made Wen Suili's ears turn red.

"Don't leave any regrets. Wait until she comes back and tell her about it."

Say I like you.

Wen Suili was shocked by his brother's words. He was so shocked that he drank tea repeatedly and said in a panic, "Brother, no."

The wind chimes jingled, and Yian turned to look at him: "Why?"

Wen Suili sat upright, holding the cup in her hands and placing it on her legs, with her head lowered and her long snow-white eyelashes drooping.

"If I tell her now and she agrees to it because of my physical condition, it would be forcing her, and I don't want that."

His voice was very soft. Although he was nearly 30 years old, he still sounded as innocent as a young boy who had just begun to fall in love. "Besides, even if we were to be together, I wouldn't be able to stay with her for many years. Since I no longer have the ability, I naturally shouldn't cause her any more worries."

The wind was very gentle, lifting the man's long, smooth silver hair. His ice-blue eyes were more beautiful than the clear sky.

Yian looked at him quietly for a moment.

“What a pity.”

The young man raised his cup and drank the daily tea.

"What about my brother? Aren't you going to tell him?"

“Puff—cough cough cough—”

Yi An was choked by the tea and burst into tears. His face turned red and he was shocked: "What are you talking about?"

He was going to say something.

Wen Suili turned his head to look at the handsome young man beside him and smiled faintly: "Brother, haven't you only focused on her since the first time you found out her fate through fortune-telling?"

Yian's hand holding the water cup trembled.

"I originally just wanted to monitor whether this otherworldly soul would cause any more disturbances, but I stared at her for too long, and when I came to my senses, she was the only one left in my sight. Is this the case?"

Wen Suili stroked the wall of the cup with his fingertips and spoke sweet words to his brother with his lips.

"You have been hiding behind the scenes, and you have taken advantage of her countless times, big and small, even including the first time they met."

The first meeting at Yujian Villa was actually a carefully arranged coincidence.

He is waiting for her.

He wanted to see her.

"It was you who kept telling me about her after you came back from Guigu. You told me every little detail. But you talked so much that I became interested and wanted to go and see her."

Yian's thin eyelashes half covered her face, making it impossible to see the embarrassment in her eyes as her thoughts were exposed.

Wen Suili teased his brother's cunning excuse: "Then I really let a wolf into the house. If I had known this, I would not have told my brother before."

Yi An glanced at him accusingly: "Why are you talking so much today?"

Wen Suili suppressed a laugh and said, "Maybe if I don't say it now, there will be no chance. But my brother even called my sister to get closer to him. This is really..."

Yi An angrily shouted, "Ali!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"