Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Chapter 266 Chapter 264: It’s Fine to Call Jinyu Brother Yu_1

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“Great!”

The surrounding Imperial Guards were filled with excitement and cheered loudly.

“What the heck, using internal strength to arm wrestle? Just because I don’t understand,” Wang Meng grumbled with dissatisfaction.

“Little guy, aren’t you convinced? Let’s compete in something else, and I’m sure Jinyu will make you submit willingly,” He Yao overheard and, with familiarity, patted Wang Meng’s shoulder while teasing him with a grin.

“Get out of here, who’s the little guy? I’m already eleven years old,” Wang Meng shook him off irritably.

“Haha, eleven years old? Amazing! Your height is pretty good, almost catching up to me,” He Yao was amused by Wang Meng’s stubborn expression and found it even more interesting the more he looked at him.

“How about this? Just call me big brother, and from now on, Brother Yao will cover for you,” He Yao offered.

“Tch! Who cares about calling you brother?” Wang Meng instinctively retorted, his eyes secretly glancing at Lin Jinyu.

“You can call Jinyu brother, too,” He Yao, being sharp-eyed, saw through his thoughts and thick-skinnedly joked, “Jinyu and I are brothers; if you call him brother, it’s the same as calling me.”

“How is it the same?” Wang Meng glared at him discontentedly, curling his lips with disdain, “It’s not like you’re the one who beat me.”

“Ah, this young master is, after all, the young master of the Grand Marquis’ residence and has a prominent reputation in the Capital City,” He Yao choked, feeling a little depressed, “I never thought I’d be looked down upon by a kid from the countryside.”

“All right, enough! If you keep talking, your whole background will come out,” Lin Jinyu didn’t want to use his power to suppress others, so he promptly stopped the jesting.

Is the residence of the Grand Marquis really that incredible? Wang Meng didn’t know about the Grand Marquis and quietly mumbled to himself.

“Little brother, where does your family live? Who taught you martial arts?” Lin Jinyu admired Wang Meng and was very interested in the master who had taught him martial arts.

“My family lives in Woniu Village across the river. As for my master…” Wang Meng remembered Su Qingluo’s strict instructions not to reveal their master-disciple relationship in front of outsiders, so he was momentarily at a loss for words: “I learned martial arts casually by myself; I don’t have a proper master.”

“Really? With your talent, it’s a pity,” Lin Jinyu’s eyes flashed a bright light.

With his intelligence, it was easy for him to see that the young man before him was hiding something.

Since he didn’t want to disclose it, Lin did not press any further.

“Little brother, if you don’t mind, come to our courtyard in your spare time; He Yao and I both know some martial arts and can give you some pointers,” He took the initiative and invited the young man with the heart of cherishing talent.

“I don’t mind; of course, I don’t mind. I want to learn,” Wang Meng’s eyes lit up instantly, and his heart was pounding with excitement.

“You silly kid, Jinyu is willing to teach you, which means you’ve got a big blessing. Hurry up and call him brother,” He Yao chimed in with a grin, adding with a proud tilt of his waist, “And me, you have to call me ‘brother’ too.”

“Thank you, First Brother Lin,” Wang Meng cheerfully called Lin Jinyu “big brother.” When it came to He Yao, he reluctantly curled his lips, his voice noticeably lower.

“Oh, as I thought, this kid really looks down on this young master,” He Yao said, annoyed and amused: “This young master is, after all, one of the top ten in the martial arts exam. Although I didn’t make it to the top three and ride around the streets with a flower on my horse, I’m still one of the most outstanding youngsters of my generation. What’s there for you to be so disdainful about?”

“He Yao, say less. Why are you competing with a child?” Lin Jinyu, who was sixteen years old and the same age as He Yao, was five years older than Wang Meng.

In his eyes, Wang Meng was a naive country boy who didn’t understand the ways of the world, and there was no need to be overly petty.

He Yao forced a smile: “A child? He’s almost as tall as me.”

Taking advantage of his innocence, Wang Meng countered: “Didn’t you just call me a little guy? I’m just a kid.”

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