Northern Yan State attaches equal importance to civil and military affairs, civil and military affairs can stabilize the country, and military affairs can establish the country. Both civil and military affairs are the avenues for one to become an official and gain glory, wealth, fame and fortune.
Among the thirty-five people, half of them are good at martial arts, and the initial competition is getting more and more tense and exciting.
The sword has no eyes, and it is inevitable that you will be injured in the competition, so He Guang preached the rules before the competition started: click as soon as possible, and do not use internal force.
If someone is injured, as long as the internal organs are not injured, they will not be held accountable.
The sound of long swords clashing was clear and clear, and the cold light was like snow, adding a bit of chill to this sultry and hazy day.
Three people fight together, if they want to win, they have to beat two people.
Therefore, in many groups, the two weaker players will join forces to eliminate the stronger team first. However, no matter how well the abacus is played, it depends on the strength.
At this time, a servant's announcement came from the front: "Princess Zhaohua is here!"
Murong Ci was unhappy, dare to come later
The emperor's father requested that Zhaohua be present in the two martial arts tests in person, so as to inspire the fighting spirit of those young talents.
It happened that one group had finished the competition, and everyone bowed to welcome Princess Zhaohua, except Murong Yu and Murong Ci.
The shoulders fell to the ground, and the much-anticipated woman in palace attire walked down slowly.
The slender jade hand rested lightly on the wrist of Yuanxiu, a close court lady. It was as slender as jade, carved like the hand of a god, and attracted countless eyes.
Wearing a light yellow summer blouse embroidered with roses embroidered with silver threads, and a floor-length silk skirt with roses of the same color on the bottom, covered with a layer of thin white gauze, smart and elegant, fresh and uncarved, soft and fragrant shoulders, waist as thin as a bundle, Five points delicate and exquisite, five points soft like water, different from the usual noble and gorgeous, a little more elegant and beautiful.
That pale yellow is delicate and delicate, that figure is slim and graceful, and that rouge is peerless and elegant, so beautiful that it takes one's breath away to dare to look directly at her.
Those young talents stared straight at them, and some of them almost drooled, but witnessing the beautiful and luxurious Princess Zhaohua at close range undoubtedly gave them a shot in the arm, making them full of fighting spirit and full of confidence .
Those ladies lowered their heads and lowered their eyebrows one after another, ashamed that their beauty, figure, and temperament were not as good as hers, and they all almost vomited blood.
Those ladies who coveted Yu Wang finally withdrew their gazes, lest they be compared with Princess Zhaohua.
A carved chair was placed beside Murongci, reserved for Princess Zhaohua.
At this time, Murong Chang was seated under the guidance of the servant, and all the eyes fell on Murong Yu's indifferent handsome face.
If it wasn't for him to sit here, she wouldn't be willing to watch this boring competition.
"Brother Prince, my sister's line of sight is not very good here, my sister wants to sit over there, is that okay?"
She gently asked her brother what he wanted, but in fact she wished she could directly order the servants to move the carved chair over so that she could be next door to Murong Yu, so that she could get in close contact with him, talk to him intimately, and even watch him from time to time.
Could it be that Murong Ci didn't understand what this royal girl was thinking
She was about to speak, but heard a low and indifferent voice: "I don't like the aroma of rouge powder, I feel dizzy after smelling too much."
bullshit
Why hasn't she heard or seen him dislike or dislike the smell of rouge and gouache before
Hearing this, Murong Chang bit her tender lower lip in embarrassment, her delicately dressed face flushed bright red, then turned blue and then white, and finally turned into a liver color.
Murong Ci looked at her lovingly and wanted to help her, but that Lang's heart was as hard as iron.
"Brother Prince, it's okay, it's fine for my sister to sit here."
Murong Chang turned his eyes and smiled lightly, and when he sat down, he glanced sadly at his sweetheart and collected himself.
The young talents stared at her yearningly and obsessively, and she thought of the majestic Yuwang in her heart, which really tortured her heart.
Murong Ci thought so, and the competition continued.
Among the four great families, the Gong family, the Yang family, the Tang family, and the Rong family, more than one member of the younger generation signed up to participate, and most of them won the final competition tomorrow.
Clanking long swords, life-and-death struggle, and fierce wind whistling under the jade steps, but in front of her, there were gentle, soft, sticky eyes passing over the tip of her nose, almost cutting off her nose.
She sighed a few times, imperial sister, respect yourself.
How could Zhaohua have the mood to watch the competition and admire the beautiful men
Go to the last group, Wang Zheng, Gong Junhao and Tang Cangtian.
In terms of force value and combat effectiveness, Wang Zheng is naturally the strongest, but Gong Junhao and Tang Cangtian's martial arts are also not bad.
To the surprise of the world, Tang Cangtian was the concubine of Lord Qing's Tang family. He was unknown and taciturn. Hope for nothing. Unexpectedly, he has extraordinary martial arts skills, and his moves are fierce. Together with Gong Junhao, Wang Zheng was defeated steadily.
Among the twelve groups of competitions, this group is the most exciting.
The audience on both sides burst into cheers and whistles from time to time, and even those ladies who turned their heads to look at Yu Wang from time to time were distracted, watching this unwinnable contest without blinking.
Gong Junhao and Tang Cangtian looked at each other, and suddenly ran away together, stabbing the enemy with long swords.
This blow unleashed all their strength.
With one move, the sun and the moon are dark, and the other move is the rush of rivers. Together, they exert their strength and bring about a whistling wind.
Amidst the whistling of the wind, everyone's hearts were hanging high, as if they could feel the fierce and ferocious force like a 12-level hurricane rushing towards Wang Zheng.
Wang Zheng only felt the strong wind hit his face, and his eyes burst out fiercely, killing everyone.
Facing the opponent's fierceness and viciousness, he resorted to a trick to steal the sky and change the sun, and shot out with electricity, rushing straight to the opponent.
Not dodging or evading, but going forward, this kind of courage is not something ordinary people can have.
"ah"
A girl was too nervous and worried and exclaimed.
Seeing the opponent rushing towards him, Gong Junhao and Tang Cangtian thought that he would avoid the sharp edge, so they prepared the next move to defeat him, but they didn't expect him to be so brave, which disrupted their plan.
Suddenly, they saw that Wang Zheng, who was about to rush in front of them, disappeared in an instant, and they couldn't help being shocked, and their limbs were cold.
They are all masters and can feel the crisis coming.
Wang Zheng suddenly dodged left and right, and then appeared suddenly again, this is stealing the day and changing the day.
When Gong Junhao and Tang Cangtian reacted, in the haze of silver light and shadow, Wang Zheng had already resorted to a move of flood dragon to go out to sea, and the sword energy was fierce and powerful, rushing towards each other like a tide.
They stepped back quickly, narrowly avoiding the blow, and were in a panic.
The two gritted their teeth, looked at each other with a tacit understanding, and attacked together.
Everyone was amazed, amazed again and again, and applauded like a wave. This is the real competition.
The three of them fought fiercely for a while, Wang Zheng didn't seem to want to fight, he used fierce and fierce moves one after another, and the two opponents were forced to run away with their heads in their hands.
The victory was not yet decided, and the applause continued. Some ladies who admired heroes became interested in Wang Zheng. Moreover, Wang Zheng was handsome and came from a family of military generals, so they all poured out their tender feelings on him.
Wang Zheng's martial arts are vigorous and level, steady and steady, Murong Ci watched with relish, if he fights with Wang Zheng, he really won't get much advantage.
The man next to him was bored, he seemed to think that this competition was just an ignorant boy's tricks and tricks, and it was not worth watching at all.
She glanced at him, she really didn't know why the father sent him to sit in the town, the father was so worried about her
On the other hand, the imperial sister treats everyone as transparent, and only sees her royal king.
Murong Ci tugged at her hanging robes, and whispered: "Be careful."
Murong Chang was slightly embarrassed, blushing and turned away from the brown sugar.
At this time, the competition on the field was fierce, and it seemed that life and death were at stake, and it was very dangerous. The long sword was cold and sharp, and silver light like pools of autumn water danced and danced under the hazy sky, shining on the calm, solemn or fierce eyebrows of the three of them.
The hostility pervades all around and spreads on their faces.
Suddenly, Gong Junhao didn't know what happened, the middle door opened wide, it was very dangerous, but it was extremely beneficial to the opponent. Wang Zheng seemed to have doubts, but he still held the long sword in his hand and shot away, and he played Qianlong Yuyuan with great proficiency.
The silver light splashed, and it was as cold as snow, which made people's hearts chill.
Gong Junhao spun around to dodge skillfully, but at this time Tang Cangtian went straight from the side, piercing Wang Zheng's flesh and blood with the sharp and cold light of his sword.
At this moment, everyone held their breath and stared at it without blinking, for fear of missing the most exciting and dangerous moment.
Since the three of them are all masters of martial arts, life and death are often in the middle of a thought, and variables are in the middle of a line, and Tang Cangtian's speed is very fast, making it impossible to guard against, so Wang Zheng fell into danger.
If Wang Zheng failed to evade in time, or repelled Tang Cangtian, then he would be defeated and eliminated.
Murong Ci had known for a long time that Gong Junhao's opening of the middle door was intentional and a strategy to lure the enemy. Although Wang Zheng had doubts, he still did not give up on this excellent opportunity. It was very difficult for him to avoid Tang Cangtian's fatal blow.
However, a master is a master, that is, to create miracles.
Wang Zheng raised his sword to block it, and retreated in a straight line, with silver flames splashing everywhere.
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief, and their anxious hearts finally returned to their original positions, worrying about Wang Zheng's fate.
Tang Cangtian didn't pursue, because Gong Junhao at the side had already quietly approached.
cold as snow
hiss
The cold and sharp sword tip slashed across Wang Zheng's arm, his robe was torn, and a line of blood was shocking.
Then, Wang Zheng was defeated.
However, just when everyone thought that he had no chance for tomorrow's final competition, he unexpectedly approached them with a strange posture like lightning, waving his long sword, and the sword energy was like a rainbow. In an instant, Gong Junhao and Tang Cangtian, who were supposed to be victorious, flew upside down and fell to the ground hard.
They still don't understand that Wang Zheng's reaction speed is so fast, turning defeat into victory in the blink of an eye.
"well"
Thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the viewing areas on both sides.
The big drum was beating, and the competition was over. He Guang announced that Wang Zheng had won and entered tomorrow's final competition.
Suddenly, Wang Zheng, who was bathed in the eyes of many admiration, admiration, and admiration, and Wang Zheng, who smiled honestly and shyly and clasped his fists to everyone, suddenly spewed out a big mouthful of blood, and his body stiffened.
Beads of blood are like coquettish blood-colored flying flowers, splashing all over the sky, drawing out beautiful lines.
Then, he fell to the ground.