However, after a few days, Song Yu's reputation soared in the capital.
Everyone says he is a gentleman, as pure as jade, and skilled in both literature and martial arts.
Song Lin was so angry that he smashed everything in the room.
"I want to go to the Shiji Yahui too! We both have the same surname, Song, so why does he get it but I don't!"
Gu Yurong felt a pang of heartache, her face filled with gloom: "It's all because he knows how to flatter! I really underestimated this little brat before!"
If things continue like this, his position as heir apparent next year... will really be in jeopardy.
"Lin'er, you can only beat Song Yu by winning the martial arts competition in the spring!"
Song Lin pouted: "But they all say that the Hermit of Nanshan is a heretic, and last time Master even made me bleed..."
Gu Yurong hesitated for a moment, then said ruthlessly, "Even unorthodox skills are still skills! As long as you master them, you can still earn people's respect and fear."
Song Lin was reluctant.
The hermit of Nanshan wanted him to bleed and eat some disgusting insects, centipedes, which almost made him vomit.
Gu Yurong was furious at his lack of self-respect: "Do you want to see Song Yu continue to be successful, take away your position as heir, and then let those two vile women from Xingzhi Courtyard trample on us, mother and son, for the rest of our lives?"
"I don't want to!"
Song Lin was touched on a sore spot and became agitated.
He wanted to learn martial arts and cripple Song Yu. He was determined to show Jiang Shi that he was a hundred times stronger than Song Yu!
Gu Yurong looked pleased: "Good child! Tomorrow you will go and learn skills from the Hermit of Nanshan."
“I will ask Mr. Ji Jiu to find a way to help you again.”
When the mother and son were driven to the brink of despair and gritted their teeth in desperation, the courtyard was completely silent.
The snow fell silently.
Jiang Wan boiled a pot of snow water and slowly brewed tea over the charcoal fire.
Patient people are excellent at making tea, producing clear, bright yellow tea with a wonderful aroma.
Shi Xu took a sip, a smile playing on his lips, and slowly said, "I've already investigated the bird that the Pavilion Master mentioned last time. I'm afraid it's not a white phoenix, but a fledgling of the Donglai eagle."
"The eagle is violent and bloodthirsty. The Donglai army raises these eagles to peck out the eyes of enemy soldiers on the battlefield."
He looked at Jiang Wan with a worried expression.
“Song Tingyue sent people to tame this creature with malicious intent. You must be careful.”
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