"Brother Chu, shall we go down?"
Lin Muyu stepped onto the stage, supporting Chu Huaimu's arm, and walked off the stage tremblingly. Chu Huaimu was in despair. Although he won, it was only a terrible victory. The physical injury was far less than the injury in his heart, so he lost his hand. After Zengfang's sea of anger, he has forged a deep hatred with Shenhou Mansion, and the feelings with Zengxiang have become even more impossible.
Even Chu Huai-mian didn't dare to look at Zeng Xiang's direction at all.
…
Back on the martial arts stage, Lin Muyu comforted: "You are not at fault, so don't be guilty."
"That's right, the kid Zengfang attacked first. It's really shameless!" Qin Lei said eagerly: "This is Zetian Temple. Whoever Zeng Yifan thinks he is, actually wants to kill you, huh... Well done. Zengfang is a despicable villain who should have abolished his qi sea and shattered his dragon tendons. See why he is mad!"
Feng Jixing actually knows Chu Huaimu best, and he sighed: "Brother Chu, there is no need to despair. The so-called car must have a way to the mountain. Maybe there will be a bright future?"
"I hope..." Chu Huai-mian sat there with a blank expression on his face.
At this time, the emperor Qin Jin personally walked off the Wushu platform, and comforted him: "Zengqing, don’t be too sad, Chu Huaiyi hurt the Zeng with the wrong hand. The crime is not in him, I will order the people from the Department of Ling Medicine to visit the world. The elixir of famous doctors will surely heal the sea of qi in Zeng Fang."
Zeng Yifan looked sad, clasped his fist and said: "Thank you, your majesty for your pity, and the old generations of Fanger thank the Lord Longen."
Qin Jin nodded and said: "The visitor, canonize the retort as the god Weibo, and the fourth-level general of the east town, formally enters the ranks of the thirteen empires. The title will last forever and be passed on from generation to generation. Two hundred thousand Yin coins."
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty..." Zeng Yifan clasped his fists and bowed, but his eyes flashed with immense sadness, and said: "Come here, send Xiaohouye to the Department of Panacea for treatment."
A group of soldiers from the Shenwei camp immediately raised Zeng Fang to receive treatment, Zeng Yifan saluted the emperor again and hurried away.
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The carriage was passing through Tongtian Street, Zeng Yifan accompany Zeng Fang, his face was livid, and on the side, the horse-riding Shenweiying Qianfu Commander Si Kongnan looked angrily and said: "Chu Huaihan took the opportunity to ruin Xiaohouye's Qi Hai, this was done deliberately, his grandmother, the emperor rewarded Xiaohouye so many titles, mansions, and coins, but he did not reward Xiaohouye a little bit of military power. It is really deceiving! The prince, such a shameful shame, we How can Shenhou Mansion bear it?"
"Then what do you want?"
Zeng Yifan's eyes blazed brightly, and said, "Say?"
"How about..." Sikong Nan clasped his fist and said: "How about we immediately summon the Shenwei camp and issue a feather letter to the leaders of Tianshu Province, Cangnan Province, and Earth Star Province, and let them lead their troops to attack the imperial capital. The total strength of the commander is nearly 200,000, and the imperial capital has only 30,000 forbidden troops. Even if the imperial forest army and the patrol army are not more than 50,000, we will be able to break the city in half a month, and then... "
Sikongnan got excited, but when he touched Zeng Yifan's cold gaze, he immediately trembled and said, "Junhou, I... Did I say something wrong?"
Zeng Yifan said angrily: "Sikong Nan, you will remember that I Zeng Yifan is canonized as a god, and it is now my majesty Qin Jin, and I will always be the god of the Great Qin Empire. Who wants to be right? Instead, your Majesty will step on the body of my Zeng Yifan. From now on, I will hear your rebellious remarks again. Don't blame me for escorting you into the imperial city and handing it over to the military police camp Xiang Yu for disposal."
"Junhou, I..."
Sikongnan shuddered and said, "I don't dare anymore!"
"Humph."
Zeng Yifan looked down at the frowning Zeng Fang, then looked up at the sky, thoughtfully, and sighed, it seemed that he had grown a lot in this short while.
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Watching Wutai, the Sword Fighting Conference continued, until noon, the final 12 winners were finally decided, and the final first place will soon be produced among these 12 people.
The next game will take place in the afternoon, and the emperor personally hosted a banquet for the 12 winners at Zetian Temple at noon.
At noon, golden guinea pigs stood in attendance, filled with exquisite food, many of which were tributed by the governors of the remaining eleven provinces, such as the fresh fruits of Lingnan and the bear paws of Lingdong Province. , The wild cloud venison from the province of Tongtian, the swan from the province of Yunzhong, the seven-core begonia from the city of Qihai, etc. When the musicians rang the bells, they also announced the beginning of the banquet.
Gong E was in a group, and the courtiers knelt down respectfully and waited to be dispatched. They even poured wine.
Lin Muyu sat on the seat between Feng Jixing and Chu Huaimen, very silent. He was not very comfortable with this occasion, because the scene before him confirmed an idiom called "Zhongming Ding Shi". The life of the emperor's family is really too great. It's luxurious, even if Lin Muyu is not the kind of guardian of the world who can help the world, he always feels a little guilty after eating these things.
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"Come!"
Qin Jin picked up the silver cup and said with a smile: "Zhuqing, please drink this glass of wine. I wish Zhuqing a good ranking in the afternoon sword fighting conference, come!"
The emperor drank it all in one shot, and Lin Muyu and others drank it one by one, wherever they dared to neglect.
"Xiaoyin?" Qin Jin looked at his baby girl and motioned.
Qin Yin stood up immediately, holding a glass of wine, and smiled: "Xiaoyin toasts you again, I wish you all good results!"
She is the future heir of the empire, and the 12 people present here are all outstanding talents that the empire must rely on in the future. This is also the biggest reason why Qin Jin asked his daughter to toast. In fact, Qin Jin used this opportunity to cultivate future ministers for her daughter. , The intention is very good.
After that, Qin Yin toasted one by one, everyone was flattered, but when Qin Yin came to Lin Muyu, he smirked and said, "Brother Ayu, you drink less..."
Lin Muyu looked at her flushed with anger, and said, "You have to drink less. Look at you, you are all a little drunk."
Qin Yin chuckled, her blushing face was like a sunset, so beautiful, she said with a smile: "I'm fine, but you can't get drunk, or you will lose the sword fight in the afternoon."
"Don't worry, I will do my best." Lin Muyu smiled slightly.
"Well, Xiaoyin wishes Brother Ayu the first place!" Qin Yin filled the wine again and said with a smile: "Come on, Brother Ayu accompany Xiaoyin for another drink?"
"Yeah." Lin Muyu drank a glass again.
This move caused Yu Wen Lian and other aristocratic children to be upset. Qin Yin toasted a circle of wine, but only had a drink in Lin Muyu's place, and even sat on the ground and chatted with him happily. Such love made them jealous, but they didn't. In other words, after all, it is well known that Lin Muyu is the righteous son of the emperor, and the intimacy with Qin Yin is also natural.
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In the afternoon, Qin Yin was already slightly drowsy, sitting on the martial arts platform with a flushed face, looking at the martial arts platform from afar, waiting for the next competition.
There are only 12 people left, and it can be said that everyone is a tiger.
However, the grouping seemed a little strange. They actually divided 12 people into 16 people into two groups to directly determine the top eight, but it also means that there will be 4 people byes, and they will soon be grouped, Lin Muyu, Chu Huai Mian and Feng Jixing are all lucky bye. This coke is broken and Feng Jixing can advance to the quarterfinals without having to play!
Lin Muyu was also secretly overjoyed. It's best not to play. To retain strength, the consumption of vindictive energy was already very serious in the morning. Anyone who is not a master in the next opponent must go all out.
The four competitions quickly ended. Qin Lei and Qin Yan won smoothly. In addition, Yuwen Lian, Lin Changqing, and Murongzhou also advanced to the quarterfinals. So far, only eight are left on the gilt plank of the sword fight. The names of the individuals are: Feng Jixing, Chu Huaimu, Qin Lei, Qin Yan, Lin Muyu, Yuwen Lian, Lin Changqing, and Murongzhou. Both Lin Changqing and Murongzhou are generals in the imperial province, level four. Military rank, in the army when he was young, so many years in the past, the cultivation base has been diligent, so he also obtained the qualification to participate in the sword fighting tournament.
Soon, the eunuch quickly lined up the top 8 pairs—
Feng Jixing Fights Lin Changqing
Yuwen and Qin Lei
Lin Muyu and Qin Yan
Murong Zhou fights Chu Huaimu
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"I actually met Big Brother Lin Muyu..."
Qin Yan showed a frustrated look, and said, "Where would I be his opponent... Hey, I thought I could meet Lin Changqing or Yuwen Lian, so I could get the top four!"
Qin Lei smiled and said: "Ayan, it is quite difficult for you to be in the top eight. After all, you are only eighteen years old. Everyone here is older than you. Just imagine that you can practice for another seven or eight years, we people. Who will be your opponent?"
Qin Yan was very happy: "Well, brother said that very true!"
This kid really doesn't know humility at all.
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In the first game, Feng Jixing confronts Lin Changqing. Both are master swordsmen and commanders of the same party. They have been in the army for many years and have developed a set of killing swords. It is only Feng Jixing. His sword technique was more skillful and domineering, and his own cultivation was better than Lin Changqing, so after dozens of rounds, Lin Changqing gave up his sword and gave up.
In the second game, Yuwen Lian fought against Qin Lei. The son of Yuwenxie, the protector of the country, faced the eldest son of King Ning. However, the strength of the two was very different. In less than 10 rounds, Yuwen Lian was injured and lost. Too tyrannical, Yuwen Lian adopted defensive tactics almost from the start of the battle, but continued to defend until the end of the defeat.
In the third game, Lin Muyu played against Qin Yan.
Although they are rivals, the relationship between the two is good. Lin Muyu is holding the Dragon Spirit Sword and Qin Yan is holding the Fire Snake Spear. The two stepped onto the high platform side by side. They immediately evoked a burst of cheers. Lin Muyu, as the emperor and righteous son, seemed to have I have developed a lot of young girls "fans". On the martial arts stage, at least a dozen aristocratic girls waved their pink arms and yelled, "Master Lin Muyu, come on!"
"Snapped… "
Tang Xiaoxi's teacup fell heavily on the table, his face was unhappy, his beautiful eyes were disgusting, and he said, "Huh, what happened to these women knowing Mu Mu? They actually cheered for Mu Mu like this, and I was so angry... "
Qin Yin grinned, "Xiao Xi is really stingy..."
"me… "
Tang Xiaoxi pursed his mouth, but he didn't want to admit that he was stingy, the bulging peaks ups and downs, and said, "Xiao Yin also bullied me. Would you like those women to cheer for Mu Mu?!"
Qin Yin shook her head and smiled: "No, I will be very happy if they cheer for Brother Ayu, but after I become the throne, I will cut their parents' salary by 30%."
Tang Xiaoxi looked respectful: "It really is Xiaoyin..."
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