The Grand Secretary's Pampered Wife

Chapter 230.2: Stirring the Audience Up

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S T E L L A R C L O U D

[Azurixa] [Celeste S.] [Christine G.-L.]

O R A N G E S T A R

[J Jean] [K.Rom] [Lily J.] [Mel Melz] [Tori D.] [Ziana K.-P.]

Y E L L O W S T A R

[Leticia P.] [Maria P.] [Nicole] [Passerby] [Smurfinbatik]

G O L D S T A R

[Cindy] [Fav Akira] [Nanashi D. Y.] [Reece P.]

R A I N B O W S T A R

[Amanda] [Book W.] [Britnae M] [Caroline] [Christigale M.] [DetectiveGeek421] [Haruka N.]

[Hlau V.] [Ine O.] [Kiiayame] [kuroneko_chan] [Liznel M.] [Michelle K.] [onepiece] [Oushna]

[Quae] [Ray] [Scorpion Princess] [Sweetlove] [Victoria]

The Emperor wore a bandage on his head, quite an unsightly view. He was not as shameless as Marquis Xuanping, so to protect his imperial image, he didn't even go to the morning court.

"Your Majesty, this official has finished copying the military books." said Old Marquis outside the imperial study.

"Bring it in." The Emperor waved his hand impatiently.

Eunuch Wei went over, took the copy of the military books made by Old Marquis and whispered to him, "You may withdraw."

Old Marquis understood the message and made a respectful salute before the imperial study, "This official... Shall excuse himself!"

With that, he turned around and limped out of the palace.

Old Marquis got into the carriage.

"Are you all right, my Lord?" asked the coachman. “Are we going back to the Marquis Estate now? Shall this servant send you to a medical hall for treatment? You don't look so well, My Lord.”

How could he look so well after copying military books for so long? Let those civil officials practice martial arts for one day and one night, and they would look exactly the same as him.

However, the Old Marquis really felt stifled. Copying books made him sick to death, and he didn't want to go back home to deal with the questioning of Old Madame Gu.

He paused and said, "Go to the martial arts school."

Old Marquis was a regular guest of the martial arts school. The martial arts school didn’t know his exact identity, only that he was some Lord surnamed Gu, who was liberal with money.

One reason why Old Marquis went to the martial arts school was that he liked to watch martial arts competitions, and the other reason was that he could select some talents to raise from the participants.

Of course, Old Marquis had a very high standard, so after all these years, he had actually recruited only less than ten individuals.

Among these ten, only two survived his harsh training, while the rest were sent away.

Old Marquis asked for a private room on the second floor.

When the staff asked if he wanted to place a bet, he threw a silver ingot on the table and said, "No."

If he didn’t want to place a bet, then the silver ingot was meant to be a tip.

The staff smiled, put the silver ingot into his bosom and said, "This humble one will immediately make my Lord some tea! Does my Lord want Longjing or Tieguanyin tea?"

"Longjing tea." Old Marquis answered.

"Understood!” The staff immediately went to brew a pot of good Longjing tea and also brought some exquisite and delicious snacks, "Please enjoy your time, this humble one will just be outside waiting. If there’s anything, just let this humble one know."

Old Marquis waved his hand.

The staff retreated out with a smile.

While drinking tea, Old Marquis began to enjoy the competition in several fighting rings below.

His private room was directly facing the west ring, so he had the best view of it, yet somehow, he was drawn to the match in the east ring.

On the ring was a seven-foot brawny man with a double axe. Be it in brute strength or internal force, he was far superior to ordinary martial arts experts, but he was confronted by an inconspicuous boy in dark-colored attire.

The dark clad boy didn't even use weapons and was fighting with just his bare hands, but despite that, the other side still couldn't get the upper hand.

"This is a bit interesting."

About seven or eight moves later, the brawny man with a double axe was kicked down the ring by the dark clad boy.

Soon, an expert holding a red tasseled spear jumped onto the ring.

Old Marquis was a martial arts practitioner, and he could tell at a glance that this man's martial arts skills were far superior to the double-axe expert before, and that the little boy in dark attire was in danger.

Somehow, his heart went up his throat.

The dark clad boy was the first to make a move, and unsurprisingly, the red tasseled spear expert easily avoided it, leaping away with a few steps and killing a beautiful return shot!

The tip of the spear was heading straight for the little boy’s heart!

Not good!

Old Marquis was so nervous that he stood up!

Why was he fighting so ferociously? Was this a rank bypassing match?

It was over. The kid wouldn’t be able to dodge it.

It wasn’t just him that thought so, everyone around the ring also did.

The coldness of the spear was transmitted into the body of the dark clad boy through his thin clothes, but at the moment the spear was about to stab his chest, they saw the boy’s left hand grab the spear and leapt up with the force, kicking the opponent in the chest. Then he flipped over in the air before landing, snatching the red tasseled spear from the opponent’s hand at the same time!

Such fluid and flawless movements!

The dark clad boy did not give the other party a chance to catch his breath. Using the spear as a pole, he rose to the air and swept his opponent to the ground with a sweep of his leg.

The dark clad boy then picked up the red tasseled spear and was about to stab the man down, but suddenly he paused, broke the spear's head with his bare hands, and knocked the man out of the ring with the shaft of the spear.

Old Marquis was drenched in sweat.

His blood boiled both from fright and excitement, so much so that he wanted to rush to that ring.

Although the boy was wearing a mask, looking at the shape of his body, he shouldn’t be any older than a teenager. At such a young age, he already had such skills, truly giving justice to the saying—— since ancient times, heroes always come out of the youth!

Of course, martial art skills were just one thing.

The young man's act of breaking the head of the spear with his bare hands and knocking his opponent out of the ring with the shaft instead was also greatly appreciated by Old Marquis.

The gloomy feeling from the punishment of copying military books suddenly disappeared, and Old Marquis felt comfortable everywhere.

After that, no one dared to challenge the boy in dark-colored attire.

The boy left the ring regretfully.

“If I had known this would happen, I would have lost a few matches on purpose."

Gu Jiao kneaded her wrists and stepped toward the entrance.

"Little brother, please stay!"

A familiar voice echoed from behind her. Gu Jiao stopped in her tracks and turned around strangely.

Gu Jiao was wearing a mask and different clothing. Old Marquis did not recognize her, but Gu Jiao recognized Old Marquis.

Gu Jiao frowned a little. How much resentment did he have towards her? He actually chased her all the way to this martial arts school?

Old Marquis cupped his hands politely, "May I have a word with you, little brother?"

Gu Jiao kept silent.

He doesn’t recognize me, it seems.

Old Marquis thought the young boy was afraid of strangers, so he smiled and said, "Don't worry, little brother. I mean no harm. It’s just, after seeing little brother's skills just now, I wanted to ask little brother if he is interested in joining the army."

She wasn’t.

She just wanted to go home to cook dinner.

After repeated silence, Old Marquis looked down the other party’s throat thoughtfully, "Little brother, are you... unable to speak?"

Gu Jiao thought for a moment before nodding.

In fact, special agents in the organization had undergone voice training, women could imitate men's voices, and men could imitate women's voices, but Gu Jiao didn’t normally like to talk, not to mention she just stayed at home most of the time. She had the top results for the rest of the training, only in the voice training was she the last.

Because she couldn't imitate a man’s voice, Gu Jiao never opened her mouth in the martial arts school, so that everyone thought she was mute.

Old Marquis sighed with emotion. Despite his disability, he had a strong willpower. Truly a good seedling ah!

But, being unable to speak, this boy will surely face a lot of trouble if he did go to the battlefield.

Old Marquis temporarily stopped thinking about abducting Gu Jiao into the military camp, but he still wanted to make friends with this boy, "Little brother, can we be friends?"

They might have a very large age gap, but there was nothing wrong with them being friends.

Old Marquis was a real martial arts fanatic. Many people believed that he was born a fighter, but that wasn't necessarily true. He was just naturally good at martial arts. It was just that, martial arts and fighting were often associated with each other.

Gu Jiao wasn’t interested in making such an old friend.

Gu Jiao shook her head and turned him down.

Old Marquis sighed in disappointment.

Gu Jiao turned to leave. Suddenly, Huang Zhong rushed over in a hurry and said, "My Lord! You’re really here? I knew you must have come here after not seeing you home!”

My Lord?

Gu Jiao looked at Huang Zhong and Old Marquis.

Huang Zhong was the confidant of Marquis Gu and a guard of the Marquis Ding'an Estate. Just now, he called this old man my Lord...

Was this old man Marquis Gu's father?

"What's the matter? "The Old Marquis asked with a frown.

Huang Zhong glanced at Gu Jiao and vaguely felt that the temperament of this young boy was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before. Besides, he was in a hurry to talk about something more important, so he didn't pay much attention to Gu Jiao.

He said, "The Ling Family has come, but shizi is not present. The Old Madame asks you to hurry back."

The Ling Family, shizi.

Very good. Gu Jiao had now completely determined his identity.

Gu Jiao, who had already walked a few steps away, suddenly returned, took out a few pieces of paper and a charcoal pen from her bosom, and wrote something in a swish: Would, you, like, to become, sworn, brothers, with me?”

Old Marquis was stunned.

Gu Jiao continued to write: If we’re, sworn brothers, your son, also becomes, my son!

"Shouldn’t it be nephew?" The Old Marquis was successfully baited.

Gu Jiao pondered over this and wrote: Won’t, do, let, him, call, me, father!

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