Chapter 8 — I Bring Luck to Him, But He Criticizes Me as a Misfortune

Ta Lam Xuyen only glanced at her and saw her. She wore a pale almond-colored dress, her black hair was tied up in a bun, and a white jade begonia hairpin was placed in her sideburns. The graceful and graceful beauty stood next to Tinh Vuong. Tinh Vuong sat in a wheelchair, tilted his head and said something to her. She bent down, arching her eyes. That bright, beautiful smile pierced Ta Lam Xuyen's eyes until it hurt. The ceremony hasn't started yet. Tham Tue Ninh went alone to the heavenly palace to help Tinh Vuong get his spare arrow bag. Ta Lam Xuyen immediately followed. At the end of the hallway, the palace wall is deep. Balls of begonia flowers fall all over the ground. He stopped her at the corner.

“Tue Ninh.”

My steps stopped. I took half a step back, bowing to him in a formal manner.

"Thank you sir, I can't give up the courtesy, you should call me Tinh Vuong Phi."

Ta Lam Xuyen took a step forward, his voice dark and fierce.

“Do you have to talk to me like that?”

I look at him.

“We can only talk like that now.”

Ta Lam Xuyen quickly said:

"I didn't know Ta Bao Chau would change his body."

“If I knew, I would absolutely not let her stay at Ta Palace!”

I looked at him quietly.

“But it was you who let me stay at the Ta palace.”

“It was also you who told the outside world that I am your sister, a distant relative.”

“Ta Lam Xuyen, everything today was created by your own hands.”

Ta Lam Xuyen stiffened and tried his best to explain:

"Tue Ninh, I don't let outsiders know your identity because the Prime Minister's Palace is staring at you."

“I want to give you the greatest honor after I have established my foundation, and then marry you through the door!”

"Sister Tue Ninh, since childhood you have treated me wholeheartedly, how could you bear to marry someone else? I am even more important to you..."

“Ta Lam Xuyen.”

I bowed my head to interrupt him.

"If you don't give me a name, don't blame someone else for giving me a name."

Ta Lam Xuyen finally lost his temper and grabbed my wrist. At this moment, a clear female voice rang out from behind.

“Ta Lang, the ceremony is about to begin.”

So Chieu Ninh stood at the other end of the hallway. A snow blue dress, cold eyes. Her eyes fell on Ta Lam Xuyen's hand squeezing my wrist. Ta Lam Xuyen suddenly regained consciousness. He immediately withdrew his hand. Stand up straight. In an instant, he turned back into a dignified and noble new graduate, his anger and joy not showing. I looked at the hand he had just retracted. Finally, I was relieved and laughed. No matter when, no matter where, as long as it concerns his future and reputation, he will let go of my hand first without hesitation. I bowed my head to pay respects to So Chieu Ninh, turned around and quickly left. So Chieu Ninh leisurely walked towards Ta Lam Xuyen. She said softly:

"Ta Lang hid the fact that you had feelings for Miss Tham. He just wanted me to advise my father to recommend you."

Ta Lam Xuyen's face changed slightly.

“This is not what you think.”

So Chieu Ninh looked at him.

“So what is it like?”

"You want to borrow the Prime Minister's mansion to take a step towards the clouds, and you also want to keep your old love."

She smiled slightly, but there was no smile in her eyes.

"The good places in the world cannot be occupied by you alone."

Before the ceremony, As usual, there will be a shooting test. When Ta Lam Xuyen pulled the bow, people around him praised and said:

"Thank you sir, martial art song toan, you truly have the dragon and phoenix demeanor."

However, his hands were a bit unstable. Arrows flew out. The skewer passes through the bull's eye. The person next to him only thought that the wind was urgent, so he smiled and said:

“The wind is turbulent today, this arrow from Lord Ta is already extremely good.”

So Chieu Ninh stood not far away, silently looking at him. She knows. His arrow was not disturbed by the wind. It's being upset by people. The ceremony officially begins. In the middle of the shooting range, 3 colored targets were erected high. Shooting ceremony with 3 arrows. The first two arrows, Ta Lam Xuyen and Tieu Canh Hanh, both hit the center of the bull's eye, regardless of high or low. At the third arrow to decide victory or defeat, suddenly a strong wind blew, blowing so much that the wooden stele shook as if it was about to fall. Because of that, Ta Lam Xuyen lost his aim, the arrow passed through the bull's eye, missing half an inch. When it was Tieu Canh Hanh's turn, the wind stopped again. Everyone feels that the world is different, a bit unfair.