Di Meili angrily threw the tea in her hand onto a person's face. The person knelt on the ground tremblingly, with tea leaves on his face. The tea flowed down his face and into his neck, and he didn't even dare to wipe it.
He didn't dare to show a trace of dissatisfaction on his face.
Behind Di Meili stood two maids, who were also silent at this time, not daring to say a word.
"What did you say? Muying fell in love with another woman. How dare he!" At this time, Di Meili's face was as cold as frost and murderous.
"Tell me! Who is that woman? I want to see how she is better than me."
"Princess, that woman's name is Meng Cuiyun, she is from the Fang family."
Di Meili frowned: "Meng Cuiyun, how can you be from the Fang family?"
"I heard that she is the goddaughter that Fang Gang recognized."
Di Meili curled her lips in disdain, "Humph, if it is really a direct descendant of the Fang family, it would be a bit tricky. My father would not be able to offend two aristocratic families at the same time. A goddaughter is not in the same low status as you slaves. With that,
She? She still wants to steal a man from me. Huh, if I can’t kill you, my surname will not be Di.”
"Get out of here." After Di Meili said that, she turned around and went out. The two maids hurriedly chased after her, fearing to make the princess angry.
Di Meili hurried to her father Di Qing's study and found that her younger brother Di Wanlin was also there. Di Wanlin was a fat man of fourteen or fifteen years old with a chubby face. When he smiled, the flesh on his face also followed.
Trembling.
Di Meili was indeed very bold and didn't know what it was to be shy. Regardless of the fact that her younger brother was also present, she was already shouting angrily.
"Father, I want to marry Muying as soon as possible."
Di Qing looks very majestic and has the demeanor of a superior.
Hearing Di Meili's statement, he got a little angry, "Li'er, aren't we already engaged? Why rush? We have already taken the initiative to get engaged. Now do you still want your father to go to the Mu family to ask for marriage?"
absurd."
At this time, Di Meili actually started crying.
Di Qing and Di Wanlin, father and son, looked at each other. Di Meili was usually an arrogant and domineering person, but they rarely saw Di Meili being so helpless.
Di Qing's heart couldn't help but soften. Di Meili was his only daughter, and she was usually a sweetheart.
"Li'er, tell me, what kind of injustice have you suffered?"
Di Meili hesitated for a moment, then Cai Lihua Daiyu said: "I heard that Muying fell in love with a girl. I will not allow my future husband to find a wife, even if he finds a concubine."
Di Wanlin spoke with a smile, and when he laughed, his eyes narrowed into slits.
"Sister, I'm not talking about you. Men like gentle girls. If you are so domineering, it will be difficult to capture Muying's heart. If you ask me, it's better to break off the engagement. People's hearts are not with you. Even if you marry,
Can you be happy?"
Di Qing glanced at Di Wanlin thoughtfully and felt that Di Wanlin's words made sense. He did not want his daughter to live an unsatisfactory life after arriving at Mu's house.
"Li'er, your brother is right. If we don't propose to break off the engagement, the Liangmu family will not dare to break off the engagement. However, we force them to marry you. If you are not happy when the time comes, no matter how powerful we are, we will not be able to control it.
That Mu Ying's heart. There are so many young talents in the capital, how many can you choose from, why do you have to focus on Mu Ying?"
Di Meili shook her head firmly, "No, I just like Muying, and I won't marry anyone but Muying."
The little fat man Di Wanlin smiled bitterly and shook his head. Di Qing also fell into deep thought.
In Mu Mansion, Mu Ying and her father Mu Yuhao were sitting in the study, having a long conversation.
"Dad, I will never marry Di Meili unless I die." Muying looked calm but her tone was firm.
Mu Yuhao was in a dilemma. He didn't even know how many of the beards on his chin were broken.
"Ying'er, there is no way for us to take the initiative to break off this marriage. Unless the Di family takes the initiative to break off the engagement."
A slight smile appeared on Muying's resolute and handsome face, "Humph, doesn't Di Meili just like my appearance? If it doesn't work, I will destroy my appearance. Do you think she still wants to marry me?"
Mu Yuhao was in tears.
"Ying'er, I'm sorry for you as a father."
At this time, Meng Bufan was also meditating. His sister's happiness was more important than anything else, so he couldn't help but care about it. Now his sister and Muying truly love each other, but now there is Di Meili in the middle.
It is absolutely impossible for Mu Mansion to cancel the engagement, and the dignity of the royal family cannot be desecrated. So, the only way now is to give the Di family of the Royal Mansion a step forward and let them take the initiative to cancel the engagement.
What conditions can be used to impress the Di family? Meng Bufan was alone in his room, thinking hard.
Suddenly, Fang Yu rushed into Meng Bufan's room furiously. She pulled Meng Bufan and walked outside.
"Fang Yu, what's wrong with you?" Meng Bufan felt a little headache for this hot-tempered girl.
"Brother Fan, come and help me vent my anger. Someone is bullying me. My eldest brother won't help me, why don't you care about me?" Fang Yu said with a smile.
Meng Bufan was surprised. Is there anyone who can bully Fang Yu in Fang Mansion? Fang Yu and Meng Cuiyun stick together every day. The two of them are very popular in Fang Mansion, and no one will bully them.
Meng Cuiyun on the side saw Meng Bufan's confused look and explained to him with a smile.
"Don't listen to her nonsense. No one is bullying her. It's just that she can't stand Fang Qing's arrogance and wants you to teach her a lesson."
Only then did Meng Bufan feel relieved. He didn't want to get involved in these things, but he couldn't stand Fang Yu's pleading, so he followed them to the Fang family's martial arts training ground in a daze.
There is a tall ring in the martial arts training ground. On the ring stands a young man about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a blue shirt, with black hair flying in the wind, and a rebellious smile on his face.
"Who else? Who else wants to compete with Fang Qing?" Fang Qing looked down at the young people in the audience with arrogant eyes.
All the young men from the Fang family in the audience shrank down, not daring to look directly at Fang Qing, who was shining brightly on the stage.
Meng Bufan looked at Fang Qing on the stage. He was indeed a genius in the middle stage of Wuzong. In Xuanwu Continent, those who reach the middle stage of Wuzong before the age of twenty are considered relatively powerful geniuses. Fang Yu's brother Fang De is eighteen years old.
They are only in the middle stage of Wuzong. Muying is eighteen years old and in the late stage of Wuzong. The two of them are already considered geniuses.
And this Fang Qing, only fourteen or fifteen years old, is already in the middle stage of Wuzong. Needless to say, he is talented. No wonder he is so arrogant. He does have the capital to be arrogant.
Meng Bufan shook his head, he didn't want to go on stage. None of the characters in the early period of Emperor Wu were his opponents. Now Fang Qing in the middle period of Emperor Emperor Wu couldn't tempt him to take action.
Fang Yu spoke loudly: "Fang Qing, you are so arrogant, Brother Fan can knock you down with just one finger."
In fact, Fang Yu didn't know what Meng Bufan's combat effectiveness was, but she saw that Meng Bufan didn't want to go on stage, so she deliberately aroused Fang Qing's anger. Let's see how Meng Bufan responded to Fang Qing's provocation.
Fang Qing was indeed angered by Fang Yu's words, and he glared at Meng Bufan who was next to Fang Yu.
"Hmph, you are only in the middle stage of Wu Zong. I want to see how you can knock me down with one finger."
Meng Bufan was helpless, this Fang Yu was really worried about the world being in chaos. It looked like he had to fight Fang Qing.
With a leap, Meng Bufan jumped onto the ring. His movements were clean and neat, without any sloppiness, and he didn't make a sound when he landed on the stage.
"My lord, Meng Bufan, don't listen to Fang Yu. I didn't even say a single finger to knock you down."
Fang Qing's face looked better, and he raised his head and said, "Now that we are on stage, let's have a competition."
After saying that, he punched.
The fist wind roared, seemingly extremely powerful.
Meng Bufan moved his steps lightly, used his body skills, and easily dodged the punch.
Fang Qing was a little annoyed. Meng Bufan didn't accept his move at all, as if he looked down on others.
He flipped his wrist, and a Xuanwu sword appeared in his hand.
Wrath of Heaven Sword Technique!
The shadows of swords covered most of the arena, and the sword light was bright and eye-catching.
"Oh, Fang Qing actually used the Fang family's unique skill, the Heavenly Wrath Sword Technique. I'm afraid this kid can't catch it, right?"
"Not necessarily, look at how easy my body movements are!"
Fang Yu frowned, she was also a little worried that Meng Bufan wouldn't be able to catch this powerful Skywrath Sword Technique.
In the dense shadows of swords, Meng Bufan still did not draw his sword. In his eyes, although Fang Qing's swordsmanship seemed to be dancing with light and shadow, it actually had many flaws. Fang Qing only pursued the magnificence of the swordsmanship, but ignored the essence of the swordsmanship.
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Taking a step forward, Meng Bufan was like a loach, burrowing through the layers of sword shadows.
The golden bull came down the mountain. Meng Bufan punched Fang Qing on the shoulder.
Fang Qing's body was like a kite with its string broken, and he fell under the ring, landing on his buttocks and falling heavily.
Meng Bufan only used 50% of his strength.
The punch was too fast, and the movement technique was so ethereal. The young people in the audience didn't see clearly why Fang Qing fell off the stage.
They all looked at each other in shock. Fang Qing, the most talented person under the age of fifteen in the Fang family, was inexplicably knocked off the stage without even making a move. What a terrifying strength this must have.
At this time, Fang Yu had forgotten to taunt Fang Qing. She was stunned. She didn't expect that Meng Bufan would actually knock Fang Qing down with one finger.
Meng Bufan controlled his strength very well. Although Fang Qing fell off the ring and fell to the ground, he was not injured.
But Fang Qing's face turned pale, and his self-confidence completely collapsed. He always thought that he was a genius among geniuses, and few of his peers could compare with him. But he never expected that, as Fang Yu said,
The opponent knocked him off the ring with just one finger. Moreover, it seemed that Meng Bufan was younger than himself.
For a moment, he felt that all his thoughts were lost, and his strong self-confidence vanished into nothing.
Meng Bufan noticed Fang Qing's change in mood. He jumped to Fang Qing's side and stretched out his hand to pull him up.
"We warriors should never belittle ourselves or be arrogant at any time. I was just a coincidence. You can do the same!"
This sentence, like an alarm bell, suddenly woke up Fang Qing. His self-confidence returned to him.
He grabbed Meng Bufan's hand and said sincerely, "Thank you, Brother Meng, for your teaching. I hope you can give me more advice in the future."
They didn't notice that a pair of old and cloudy eyes were staring at them from the Martial Arts Pavilion a few hundred meters away.