Mo Yizhi smiled faintly: "It's like a hero cutting off his arm."

"This is a serious matter, why does the young master seem to be joking?" Ming Kuan said.

Mo Yi smiled, poured himself a drink, and then poured out the empty wine glass: "Is this OK?"

Mingkuan then sat back with a smile.

"Can you make a living in the capital now?" Mo Yizhi asked.

Ming Kuan sighed and shook his head: "It's just that my husband is learning from the ink, and my mother refuses to let me do anything, saying that if I don't do it well, I will lose the face of the general."

Mo Yizhi smiled: "You are a good student, so it's better to take the exam for fame and fortune."

Mingkuan shook his head again: "Come on, I know very well what I have to do with my own weight."

Ming Kuan was silent, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "I can't do my writing skills, so I guess there should be no problem going to take the exam for a martial arts scholar. Isn't the young master just appointed the Ministry of War now?"

Mo Yizhi turned his glass and glanced at him: "Although I appointed the Ministry of War, the Ministry of War is not my surname Mo. If you can't show some real skills, I can't help you."

Ming Kuan put down the wine cup, turned his head and broke a branch. Without saying much, he started to dance with the branch as a sword.

The leaps and moves, and the sword flowers fly, which is quite unique.

Mingkuan stopped his momentum and asked Mo Yizhi with a smile: "How?"

Mo Yizhi nodded: "It is not easy for you to have such a talent at your age. It should not be difficult to win a martial arts performance, but the top scholar is a bit far away."

Mingkuan's swordsmanship was beyond Mo Yizhi's expectations, but because the capital was pampered all year round, even if the sword dance was good, it was less sharp. The dance was beautiful, but it was difficult to kill people.

Mingkuan sat back: "I heard that in front of Xuanshi Hall today, the young master controlled Gong Yong?"

Mo Yizhi said: "It's just a lucky person."

Ming Kuan was a little excited after getting Mo Yizhi's confirmation: "Young Master, do you know who Gong Yong is? He is the commander of the imperial guards in the palace, and even the emperor praised him very much."

Mo Yizhi smiled but said nothing. There were many masters in the capital, but they were all very low-key. The sixth prince was one of them.

Ming Kuan looked at Mo Yizhi with a bald look: "Young Master, teach me kung fu. If you have the advice of your master, I believe that within a few months, I will definitely make great progress. When the martial arts top scholar comes back from the martial arts exam, there will be light on the faces of the young master and the general."

Mo Yizhi smiled helplessly: "I'm just back to the capital, but I still lack a errand running errands by my side. If you have the reason, you can fill this loophole."

Mo Yizhi deliberately teased him, but Mingkuan didn't even pick on him and responded in one go.

Mingkuan, who was a child, was following Mo Yizhi's butt every day. The two dolls were still talking hard, but they were inseparable friends.

Now, after ten years, everything seems to have returned to its starting point.

Mo Yizhi was granted the title of the fifth-rank doctor of the Ministry of War, and was given a flying fish suit and an embroidered spring sword. He was brought to the front of the emperor and walked. The matter was soon announced to the world.

The mansion of the General of Zhenguo, which had been silent for many years, was crowded with people in an instant.

The people who came to congratulate the gifts broke the threshold, and various invitations to the banquet came in like snowflakes.

Mo Yiyi suddenly became the most talked about and most popular character inside and outside the capital.

Mingkuan fiddled with an inkstone sent by someone: "Tsk tsk. These people have invested a lot of money. Such good items may not be able to be bought even if they spend a lot of money."
Chapter completed!