My stepmother is here, all the rebellious sons and evildoers should kneel down!

Lu Xingcheng didn't dare to hesitate at this time.

"Yes, mother has been very kind to Xingcheng and her kindness is as great as a mountain. Xingcheng must do his best to repay his mother."

Wen Qiqi heard his words and smiled with relief again.

"You are still sensible. It seems that I should give you this opportunity."

"Thank you, mother!"

Watching Lu Xingcheng stumbling out of his room, Wen Qiqi's relief disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by deep hatred!

A few years ago, I adopted Lu Xingcheng and treated him as my own son.

However, Lu Xingcheng was very disrespectful to the master who taught him martial arts, and even showed contempt for him several times.

The master was very angry and came to Wen Qiqi to complain many times.

Wen Qiqi said all the nice things she could, and the master finally had no choice but to let her stay for the sake of the Wen family's face and Wen Qiqi's sincerity.

"Qiqi, your brother Xiaoliang is one year younger than Xingcheng, but his enthusiasm for martial arts and spirit of endurance are many times stronger than his! Xingcheng always thinks that he is good at studying and is amazing, but Xiaoliang is also smart and motivated in studying!"

Wen Qiqi's face turned red at that time, and she could only feel anxious in her heart.

In this life, she only felt how stupid and ridiculous she was!

Lu Xingcheng went to see Aunt Mei with tears in his eyes.

After asking around, Aunt Mei learned that Wen Qiqi wanted her son to participate in the Youth Martial Arts Competition, and she immediately cursed, "What a jerk! You think your mother's family is so great! Practicing martial arts is hard work, and she wants to make things difficult for you!"

"Mom, what should I do? If I don't agree, my mother will really not want me anymore."

Aunt Mei was too weak to sit down. She sighed and said, "It's all because your mother didn't have a good family background like her, which caused you to be treated so harshly by her! Xingcheng, we have no other choice but to agree to her. In the future, when you really have something to show for yourself, you should remember the grievance you suffered today."

Lu Xingcheng nodded vigorously.

"Mom, I will never forget it. Mother thinks highly of herself and never looks down on me. Isn't it just practicing martial arts? Can it be harder than studying? This time, I want to slap my mother in the face!"

Seeing her son muster up the courage, Aunt Mei also became happy.

"You are worthy of being my son. You are a thoughtful man. Remember, those who look down on you now will be repaid double in the future."

Late at night, in the courtyard of the Lu residence, Wen Qiqi watched as Lu Xingcheng tried his best to lift the heavy sword but failed, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Die Jiu followed the lady and chuckled.

She grew up with the Madam and has some skills. Xingcheng has been practicing martial arts for several years, but he is still so bad!

"Madam, do you really want Master Xingcheng to participate in the Youth Martial Arts Competition? I'm afraid he will be beaten and crippled!"

Diejiu told the truth.

Wen Qiqi glanced at her and said, "How could that be? He agreed to it himself. Xingcheng is ambitious. He promised me that he would not only participate in this competition, but also win the title of No. 1 in martial arts!"

"Uh... I'm afraid it's just a dream."

Die Jiu felt that not only the young master was crazy, but the lady was probably crazy as well!

She has not yet gotten over the feeling that the lady once favored the young master.

"Mother……"

Lu Xingcheng's wrist hurt so much.

He didn't want his mother to look down on him, so after studying today, he practiced with his master for an hour, and then practiced with the long sword in the yard for another two hours.

Now, he has difficulty walking and his arms hurt so much that he can't even lift them.

"Mother, my son really has no strength left. I can only practice again tomorrow."

Wen Qiqi smiled slightly: "Okay, but the key to learning martial arts is hard work. You have been learning martial arts with the master for several years, and the time you have spent learning martial arts is not less than others. Mother believes that you will definitely win the championship this time."

"Um……"

Lu Xingcheng regretted the big talk he had said. The key point was that he said it in front of his father and grandmother in the afternoon.

It's too late to regret now.

at night.

"woo woo woo woo……"

Aunt Mei cried so hard that her makeup was all smudged.

She was fair-skinned and paid great attention to dressing herself up. She spent a lot of time every day on dressing and makeup, which made Lu Zhanyao like her very much.

"Zhanyao, look at our son's wrist... How swollen it is? His mother is too cruel! She insisted on letting Xingcheng participate in some martial arts competition. Isn't this deliberately making things difficult for our son?"

After saying that, he raised Lu Xingcheng's swollen and rough wrist to Lu Zhanyao.

Lu Zhanyao frowned and said helplessly, "Quickly soak him in warm water, and then ask the doctor to prescribe some Chinese medicine powder to promote blood circulation and dissipate blood stasis. If this continues, how can I follow the master to practice martial arts tomorrow?"

"You still want him to practice? Your son's hands are used to hold a pen, just like yours."

Aunt Mei's words touched Lu Zhanyao's heart.

"Look at how well you write articles. Even the emperor praises you. What's Wen Qiqi...her mother's family has already..."

"No nonsense."

Lu Zhanyao embraced Aunt Mei in his arms: "Walls have ears, you can't let Qiqi hear this. She finally relented, do you want her to really not want Xingcheng?"

"Of course not, but she has no children... and she doesn't know how to cherish the opportunity we gave her. I feel sad, so sad!" Aunt Mei was so angry that she gently punched Lu Zhanyao's chest a few times with her little fist.

Lu Zhanyao felt itchy after being hit by her, so he asked the maid to help the young master soak his hands and feet, while he held Aunt Mei tightly to his heart.

"Mei'er, Xingcheng is our son, how can I not feel sorry for him? But don't be willful. The emperor really values ​​this competition. The Wen family has been practicing martial arts for generations, so it's understandable that she wants Xingcheng to show up in this competition. It's just that..."

Lu Zhanyao frowned slightly: "I always feel like she has become a different person these days, and I always feel like something is wrong!"

"That's right, I think so too. What if she is deliberately making things difficult for our Xingcheng? Xingcheng can't beat Wen Xiaoliang... I get it. She just wants her brother to beat Xingcheng to show how powerful her mother's family is!"

Aunt Mei's words coincided with Lu Zhanyao's concerns.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly: "If this is true, Qiqi really makes me feel disappointed. She has been married to me for so many years, but she still misses her mother's family... Don't worry, Mei'er, she can't beat me."

"What do you want? Stop letting our Xingcheng participate in any youth competition!"

Aunt Mei couldn't bear to see her son suffer.

"No, we still have to practice harder. However, it doesn't matter if we lose the competition. I will think of a good way for Xingcheng so that the emperor will remember him. Even if Wen Xiaoliang wins, at most the emperor will think that he is good at martial arts and Xingcheng is good at literature, so they should be equally good!"

Lu Zhanyao made up his mind and whispered in Aunt Mei's ear for a while.

Aunt Mei just smiled and said, "Xingcheng is lucky to have a father like you."

"Hahaha. Then you have a man like me... Isn't that also your... blessing! Hmm? Hahaha..."

Lu Zhanyao can always be superior and confident in front of Aunt Mei. She admires him, pleases him and obeys him so much!

These are things Wen Qiqi cannot learn or do.