"Thank you father!" Zhao Che said loudly, and kowtowed heavily on the ground.
Princes and ministers reacted to the wind and praised Zhao Che's bravery loudly at the same time.
Yan Xun sat down, drinking tea with his head bowed, indifferent, but his eyes narrowed slowly.
"The seventh younger brother is brave. He has guarded the frontier for my Great Xia for many years. He is indeed a rare and handsome talent. There is a seventh younger brother in the northern border, so the territory is safe." The third prince Zhao Qi nodded slowly, with a calm expression on his face, without any jealousy or trouble, Whether it is true or false, he is worthy of the title of a generation of virtuous kings.
After Zhao Che thanked him, he led his subordinates to retreat. The atmosphere in the arena was harmonious and gradually became lively. All the warlord clans showed various martial arts demonstrations, fighting horses and arrows, military dancing and knives, delicacies and delicacies were usually served on the seats, all of which were grilled wild game, with excellent taste and attractive aroma.
The Northwestern Batuha family traveled thousands of miles to participate in the hunt. Except for a few uncles who came from concubines, there were only two direct descendants of Zhalu and Zama. At this moment, Zalu had just led the family warriors to perform wrestling with a unique Northwest style, which aroused enthusiastic applause from the audience. Zama rushed into the arena with a group of fit and handsome girls from Northwest China, performing superb equestrian skills.
Although their methods are not very good, but a group of young and fit aristocratic girls will inevitably win a lot of praise.
Emperor Xia was happy, and bestowed twenty bolts of Huai Song tribute yarn. All of a sudden, there was another climax in the field.
Zama thanked the emperor with a smile, and suddenly said when he got up: "Your Majesty, it's meaningless to perform all the time. In our northwest, martial arts contests are allowed at dinner parties. It's the first time I come to Zhenhuang today, and I can ask Your Majesty to allow me to present to a Anyone challenge?"
She is still a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, she is not very old, and she has a cute expression when she speaks, and everyone smiles when they hear it. Emperor Xia sat in the upper seat, his expression was unclear, but his voice was slightly joyful, and he said, "Then who are you going to challenge?"
"I've heard for a long time that the servant girl under the Yanbei prince's seat is superb in martial arts, but I haven't had the opportunity to learn it. Everyone is in a good mood today, why don't we play together next time."
As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes instantly turned to Yan Xun who was sitting at the last seat. Those who knew the fight just now naturally understood the whole story, and those who didn't know thought that Zama was deliberately provoking. After all, the Batuha family in the Northwest and the Yanbei lineage had always been hostile. Before Yan Shicheng died, in such a public Opposite things on occasions are not uncommon.
Before King Xia could speak, Yan Xun stood up and declined flatly, "The servant is still young, and he only has a superficial understanding of martial arts, so how dare he make a fool of himself in front of His Majesty. Princess Zama has superb equestrian skills and strong martial arts, don't It's difficult for a strong man." I saw him wearing a moon-white robe, embroidered with ink lotus patterns with fine lines and dark flowers, ink hair and black eyes, a face like white jade, and a handsome and unrestrained air of a young man.
"Senior Yan, false concealment is a crime of deceiving the king. Besides, Princess Zama is only sixteen years old. She competes with a servant as a dignified princess. This is a great face. Isn't it too ungrateful?"
On the fourth seat, a young man next to Wei Jing said. This person is a collateral descendant of the newly promoted Wei Clan, named Wei Qingchi, he is eloquent and well-spoken, Yan Xun has met him at several banquets before, he did not expect to dare to contradict him so openly today.
"Qing Chi's words are very true," Wei Jing laughed, "Yan Shizi, a gentleman wants the beauty of an adult, and it's rare for a pearl in the northwest grassland to have such elegance, so you might as well fulfill her, lest the old General Batu blame Zhenhuang in the future The clans are bullying his precious daughter."
As soon as he opened his mouth, someone immediately echoed. Emperor Xia smiled lightly at Zama: "As you please."
Yan Xun raised his eyebrows and wanted to speak again, but Chu Qiao suddenly stood up from behind, grabbed Yan Xun's clothes, and shook her head silently.
Yan Xun's face was gloomy, but he also knew that today's arrow had to be fired, if he continued, he might be criticized by others. Under the wide cuffs, Yan Xun held Chu Qiao's palm tightly, and whispered, "Be careful."
The girl nodded and smiled, "Don't worry."
Taking off her long fur, Chu Qiao walked to the center of the venue, bowed to Beishou first, then turned her head and saluted Princess Zama: "If that's the case, you're offending boldly."
All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were on this young girl.
Seven years ago, eight-year-old Chu Qiao and Yan Xun worked together in the same boat, cut off three fingers of Wei Jing on Jiuwei Street, and took them as hostages, escaped from Zhenhuang, and later fought with the forbidden army in front of Jiuyou Terrace, and almost escaped. The memory of these people is still fresh today.
An eight-year-old child had such courage and strength at the beginning, so what kind of ability will she have after seven years? Although this is just a little slave girl with a low status, behind her is the Yanbei lineage.
Everyone in the Great Xia Dynasty knew that even though Yan Shicheng died seven years ago and the lineage of King Yan was exhausted, the policy of self-selection of officials in Yanbei has been implemented for more than a hundred years, and the lineage of Yan's lineage has taken root in the northwest grassland. . Due to the continuous harassment of the Quan Rong people for many years, Da Xia had no time to completely change Yan Bei's blood. This is also the primary reason why Emperor Xia dared not take action to get rid of Yan Xun for a long time. What's more, in private, there is such a mysterious force secretly supporting Yanbei's economics and politics. Before it can be completely eradicated, Yan Xun is still the nominal master of Yanbei.
A long wind blows from outside the tent, hitting the girl's light blue skirt. Chu Qiao's eyebrows were dark, her hair was like ink, and her small face was a bit thin. Although she could not be said to be a peerless beauty, the calmness and determination exuding from her whole body were enough to make any man look sideways at her.
This was the first time that Chu Qiao stood in front of everyone in the Great Xia royal family, and accepted the challenge of the most prominent Princess Zama in the Northwest as a female slave.
Zama looked at the girl who had just made herself ugly, sneered slightly at the corner of her mouth, and said proudly: "I just performed equestrianism, and my physical strength has not yet recovered. It is unfair to compete like this. How about it, I will send my A slave fights with you, and you beat him, come fight me again."
As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the audience was shocked, Zhao Song finally couldn't hold back, ignored Zhao Qi's furrowed brows, stood up and said: "Father, this is not fair."
"Princess Zama is delicate and fleshy, so it's not appropriate to compete with a female slave, not to mention she just performed equestrianism. His Highness Thirteenth, he's just a slave, there's nothing unfair about it." Zhao Zhongyan, the youngest son of the Lingwang, laughed and said nonchalantly.
The corner of Wei Jing's mouth curled up, and he glanced at Chu Qiao with gloomy eyes, and said lightly, "What the little prince said is absolutely true, he's just a slave, just for fun."
"you… "
"Thirteenth brother!" Zhao Qi shouted in a deep voice, "Sit down."
Seeing that Emperor Xia did not object, Zama turned back to a burly man sitting in the back seat and said, "Tuda, come and play with this little girl."
As soon as the big man got up, everyone exclaimed in surprise. They saw that the big man was tall, over seven feet tall, his eyes were like copper bells, and the muscles on his arms were tangled. Standing beside Chu Qiao, he looked like an elephant and a cat. Generally, not the slightest proportion.
At this point, everyone immediately understood what Princess Zama meant. This was not a contest at all, but a murder. However, no one raised the slightest objection. After all, in their eyes, it was just like Wei Jing said: slaves, just for fun.
Chu Qiao raised her head and looked at Tu Da calmly. She knew that today's battle was related to Yan Bei's reputation. Morale will be dealt a big blow, and the foundation for Yan Xun to settle down now is the unconditional loyalty of Yanbei soldiers.
She took a deep breath, walked out of the imperial tent, came to the center of the paddock, went to the weapon rack next to it, picked up a long gun, weighed it in her hand a few times, then turned around and walked back, raised her head and said: " What weapon do you use?"
Tu Da clenched his fist and bumped it a few times, his voice was harsh, and he said triumphantly, "My fist is my weapon."
"Swords and guns have no eyes, be careful."
A gust of wind suddenly came, attacking Chu Qiao head-on. Tu Da yelled loudly, as if a thunder had exploded in mid-air!
The girl turned around abruptly and moved her steps. Just as she left the spot, a huge fist slammed on the ground. Suddenly, white snow flew, smoke filled the air, and a huge pothole opened on the ground.
There was an exclamation from the crowd, just looking at the force that the big man exerted, he wanted to put the girl to death. There were many young girls and noble ladies in the field, their faces turned pale with fright, and they all covered their eyes and dared not watch.
Chu Qiao picked up the spear, but had no chance to use it at all. Tu Da was astonishingly strong, but also very flexible, like a ferocious tiger for a while, pressing forward step by step.
Zhao Song's face was tense. Although he knew that Chu Qiao was very skilled, how could he be the opponent of such a burly man? The young prince made up his mind that if the situation was not good, he would immediately rescue him.
In the flash, the two had gone through a few moves, but the thin girl never fought back, and avoided confrontation with Tu Da. Just when everyone believed that she would definitely lose, Tu Da suddenly yelled and rushed towards Chu Qiao with a ferocious expression and vicious methods. When the strong wind hit, the torches ignited high and crackled, everyone exclaimed in unison, thinking that Chu Qiao would not escape this catastrophe and would surely perish.
However, in the crowd, Yan Xun's tense face suddenly loosened. He brought the wine glass tightly held to his lips and took a sip indifferently. When he let go of his hand again, there was a crisp sound, and the wine glass shattered A few pieces were scattered messily on the case.
Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, everyone was stunned. I saw the girl who had been running around suddenly turned around, her steps were strange, her body was flexible, her slender waist twisted, and she turned around in the air with the strength of her waist. The spear was dragged back immediately, and the pistol was thrown back, carrying the power of thunder and sent out!
There was a muffled pop, blood splashed everywhere, and screams arose.
The strong wind came whistling, blowing the hair on the girl's forehead. She held the gun with one hand and pointed it at Tuda's chest from a distance.
With a whoosh, Chu Qiao withdrew her spear, nodded indifferently, "Accepted." After finishing speaking, she turned around and kowtowed to the head of the north.
The crowd of onlookers suddenly burst into thunderous applause! Daxia puts the most emphasis on force. Seeing such a young girl with superb spear skills defeating such a burly man with a flick of her fingers, everyone shouted loudly.
However, at this moment, Tu Da suddenly yelled, rushed forward with a punch, and slammed Chu Qiao's back hard on her back!