I'll tell you the secret and let's laugh together!

Sure enough, Su Yunyu was fooled. He raised his arms high and pretended that he was really going to take action.

Prince An's eyes became fierce and he raised his hand to block, but Ning Zhiyi quickly stopped him and winked at him slyly. Prince An froze and his ears turned red suspiciously.

Although he didn't understand why Ning Zhiyi did this, he still retreated obediently.

But he didn't go far. He was just one step behind Ning Zhiyi. No matter what happened at this position, he was sure that he could protect Ning Zhiyi at the first moment!

"Oh, you really did it. This is going to be a big deal!"

"Everyone should get out of the way of the fight between nobles, so as not to get hurt!"

The onlookers retreated one after another, leaving a large area of ​​space empty.

The shopkeeper who was busy in the kitchen received the news and hurried over, wanting to persuade them, but was stopped by Prince An.

Ning Zhiyi's plan was very simple, which was to provoke Su Yunyu and make him fight with him, so that he could passively defend himself. It was reasonable to tear some clothes during a fight, right?

It's reasonable that he accidentally took off Su Yunyu's clothes during the fight, right?

Just like this, over and over again, sooner or later Su Yunyu's clothes will be stripped off. Wouldn't that be mission accomplished?

She wants the hair growth pills!

The moment Su Yunyu raised his hand, Ning Zhiyi also raised his hand, grabbed his sleeve and pulled it hard!

Everyone only heard a ripping sound, and Su Yunyu's sleeves were pulled off by Ning Zhiyi, revealing Su Yunyu's strong, muscular arms.

"Ning Zhiyi! What are you doing!?"

If Su Yunyu was just playing around and deliberately trying to scare Ning Zhiyi just now, he was really angry now.

Still very angry.

His arms unconsciously exerted force, his muscles were tense, and the lines were smooth, completely different from the arms of a weak scholar.

Prince An seemed to understand something and stared at Su Yunyu's arm.

Seeing that he had taken a small step towards completing the task, Ning Zhiyi became excited. Regardless of Su Yunyu's questions, he raised his hand and rushed forward again.

This time it was Su Yunyu who passively blocked, and the result of the block was that his other sleeve was also pulled off by Ning Zhiyi.

"Ning Zhiyi, stop now!"

Ning Zhiyi smiled and said, "If you ask me to stop, I will stop. Wouldn't that make me lose face? Besides, I'll tell you a secret. You don't have that much face to ask me to stop."

Noticing that Ning Zhiyi seemed to be deliberately provoking Su Yunyu, Prince An said:

"It seems that the embroiderer's skills at the Zhenbei Palace are not good enough. How can a good piece of clothing be ruined just like that? Su Yunyu, quickly pick up the pieces of clothing on the ground and go back to the palace to have the embroiderer sew them for you so that you can continue to wear them."

After these words were spoken, not only did Su Yunyu's face turn red, but even his eyes turned red.

In the eyes of the less well-informed people from small families, Su Yunyu was the youngest son of the King of Zhenbei and the legitimate son of the prince and princess, so he must have grown up with everyone's love and affection.

But those who are truly powerful had already heard the rumors that the third son of Prince Zhenbei was not favored by the princess, and his status in the palace was not high. In his treatment, he did not behave like a legitimate son, but rather like an unloved bastard.

Prince An's words were full of hidden meanings, but to Su Yunyu, they sounded like naked sarcasm!

"That's enough, Ning Zhiyi, look at what you've done!"

Everyone knows that you should pick on the weak ones. Su Yunyu's behavior habits have always made him regard Ning Zhiyi as the easiest person to control.

Ning Zhiyi would not tolerate him now and slapped him in the chest with his palm.

With this strike, she wanted to take away Su Yunyu’s outer robe!

"Stop it, I won't fight with you anymore!"

Ning Zhiyi turned a deaf ear to these words and attacked Su Yunyu's outer robe with a clear goal.

Seeing that his clothes were about to be lost again, Su Yunyu became extremely anxious. If he were to be found in a busy city with his clothes in disarray today, the gossip about him would spread throughout the capital tomorrow!

Thinking of the terrible consequences of having his clothes stripped off, Su Yunyu decisively blocked with his backhand.

"Don't think I dare not do anything to you! It's better for everyone if I stop at the right time!"

Ning Zhiyi stood firm, his eyes full of excitement, "No, why should I listen to you? You people are really weird. You hurt others at will based on your own subjective will."

"After realizing you couldn't win, you started to make trouble and wanted to stop everything. What's wrong? You are the children of heaven, so why are you so arrogant?"

"I won't stop!"

After saying that, she took another step forward and attacked. This time, it was no longer a random attack, but the fighting skills she learned from her father when she was a child.

Su Yunyu had no choice but to fight back. As the two of them exchanged blows, someone noticed something was going on.

"That's not right. The Third Young Master of Zhenbei King doesn't know martial arts, but this Third Young Master in front of me has solid basic skills. He is definitely not a weak scholar who doesn't know martial arts."

"Now that you mention it, I remember that I have indeed heard that the prince and the second son of Zhenbei Palace practice martial arts all year round and have a strong murderous aura. Only the third son does not like fighting and killing, and likes reading and writing poetry."

"As expected, rumors cannot be trusted. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would have thought that the Third Young Master knew martial arts."

However, some people thought it was normal, "So what? The King of Zhenbei was born into a martial arts family. As his son, it doesn't matter if he knows a few moves."

No one argued with this person, everyone just had a different opinion.

What this person said makes some sense. It's natural that Su Yunyu knows a few moves, but his basic skills are solid and he has really practiced martial arts. However, he claimed to the outside world that he knows no martial arts!

It is a bit unreasonable for a person who has just started learning martial arts to say that he does not know martial arts.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the task. You will be rewarded with a hair growth pill. The reward has been issued.]

Ning Zhiyi, who was racking his brains to strip Su Yunyu of the remaining clothes, was stunned. Mission completed?

But she hasn't stripped Su Yunyu naked yet?

Could it be that the system has given me a backdoor?

[Tong'er, are you sure that I have completed the task? ]

The system, which was reading a domineering CEO's novel, still found time to reply to Ning Zhiyi despite its busy schedule.

[Yes, yes, the rewards have been distributed. ]

Since she had already received the reward, Ning Zhiyi did not continue to ask about the task. The reward had already been "delivered", so why should she care about those things?

After hearing everyone's discussions, Su Yunyu stopped his actions, suppressed his anger, and looked a little flustered.

Yes, the fact that he knew martial arts was something he had concealed for a long time. Although he didn't understand why his father wanted him to do this, now that the matter had been exposed, it was ultimately against his father's wishes. He wondered if his father would punish him?

"Hmph, let's go!"

Su Yunyu turned around and left angrily. Bai Yaoyao saw that something was not right and didn't dare to say anything. She just followed him, holding up her skirt.

Ning Zhiyi deliberately spoke to anger the two of them and shouted:

"Hey, why are you leaving? Don't you still need to apologize? Once you leave, it means you don't need to apologize!"

The two people who were walking away didn't even turn their heads back. Looking at their hurried backs, there was always a feeling of fleeing in a hurry.