"Be careful!" Zhao Song shouted sharply, rushing to attend the seat.
At the same time, a white sharp edge suddenly came out from the back seat, and just when Tuda's fist was about to touch Chu Qiao's body, the sharp edge shot into the big man's head with a loud puff, and opened a hole on the back of the head. Big blood hole!
At this time, Chu Qiao's head just hit the ground.
Tu Da's eyes were wide open, his eyes widened in disbelief, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, his eyes were dull, and finally he collapsed, with blood gurgling from the back of his head, which was heart-pounding.
"Bold!" Zama was furious, jumped up from his seat, and shouted sharply, "How dare you carry a weapon in front of the Holy Majesty, Yan Xun! Are you going to rebel?"
Yan Xun sat on the seat in a leisurely manner, with a cold face, holding a piece of porcelain between his index and middle fingers, and asked indifferently: "Is a cup a weapon?"
The astonished crowd realized that what Yan Xun had used to kill Tu Da just now was actually a broken cup!
Zhao Song said in a cold voice: "Father, Princess Zama's subordinates are unruly and sneak attack from behind, they really deserve to be killed."
Emperor Xia casually nodded, and the guards on both sides rushed out and dragged Tu Da's body out of the tent.
"Princess, have you rested?" The girl with a calm face turned around, looked at Zama with an expressionless expression in her eyes, and said in a deep voice, "If you still feel tired, you can call other subordinates first Come on again."
The nobles of Daxia turned their attention away from the dead loser in an instant, and looked at Zama as if watching the excitement, waiting for her to speak.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zama never thought of fighting Chu Qiao at all. What I said before was just thinking that Tu Da would be able to kill Chu Qiao, but now that Tu Da is dead, if she still uses excuses to shirk, then who It can be seen that she is timid and dare not fight. However, she is still the one who takes the initiative to challenge. According to the customs of the Northwest, cowards are more contemptible than deserters on the battlefield, and will be despised by everyone.
Gritting his teeth, Zama flicked his whip, stood up and shouted sharply: "Bijibi, I'm afraid that you will be a lowly slave?"
"Wait," Zhao Qi stood up suddenly, and said with a smile, "It's been a long time since I've seen a woman with such superb martial arts skills. How about this? It was a martial arts competition just now, and this round is for archery competition. What do you think?"
As soon as this remark came out, everyone suddenly understood. The Batuha family is powerful in the northwest, and the old Batu has a hot temper. If his precious daughter is hurt in the imperial capital, he will be furious and harbor resentment. In addition, Princess Zama has always been famous for her superb archery skills. What Zhao Qi said was just to save face for the Northwest.
She is a little female slave, although she is good at marksmanship, she is not necessarily good at archery. The crowd waiting to watch the excitement couldn't help but be disappointed, but there is nothing they can do about it.
However, at the seventh table above, the man in purple robe and white fur narrowed his eyes slightly, and Zhuge Yue, who had experienced Chu Qiao's superb archery skills, raised his head and took a sip from his wine glass.
Sure enough, Zama's complexion suddenly improved a lot. He proudly took a crossbow, walked to the field coldly, and said, "You come first?"
"Don't dare, please ask the princess first."
Zama sneered, took out three powerful arrows with a wave of his hand, bent his bow, and with a whoosh sound, the three sharp arrows shot out at the same time, and shot towards the red heart of the target a hundred steps away like lightning. , immediately aroused the praise of the blockbuster.
However, the thunderous applause did not stop. The girl suddenly knelt down on one knee and pulled a huge crossbow slightly taller than her height. With three crisp sounds, Zama's three arrow tails pierced through like a bamboo shoot, almost hitting the red heart of the target at the same time as her arrow!
Between breaths, judge between superiors and inferiors!
The crowd couldn't believe their eyes, and they cheered like thunder for a long time.
"Princess Zama, I have accepted it." Chu Qiao nodded lightly and walked towards the big tent.
Even Emperor Xia was slightly moved, and sighed: "I haven't seen such archery skills for many years. As a daughter, it is really not easy for you."
Chu Qiao raised her eyebrows, but she still knelt heavily on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your appreciation."
Zhao Song said excitedly: "Since this is the case, won't the emperor reward you with something?"
Emperor Xia glanced at the youngest son indifferently, and said, "Give each one a piece of silk."
Zhao Song was obviously very dissatisfied with this reward, and was about to say something, but was stopped by Zhao Qi's eyes.
The ceremonial officer came forward with two bolts of silk, Chu Qiao and Zama received the reward with very different expressions, and each withdrew. The atmosphere in the big tent was lively, and at this moment, another dancer came forward to perform a dance, and everyone's eyes were immediately attracted. Yan Xun raised his head, looked at Chu Qiao, and they smiled at each other.
The grand royal hunting feast finally ended, Chu Qiao and Yan Xun returned to the tent, Ah Jing was seriously injured, and Zuo Tang set up a vigil outside.
Yan Xun poured a pot of tea and sat on a chair to drink water. Chu Qiao sat beside the brazier, raised her head and said, "Emperor Xia rewarded Zhao Che with the Longquan sword. What do you think?"
"Obviously, he is warning the Mu He family not to blame Zhao Che for Mu He Xifeng's death."
Chu Qiao frowned and nodded, "In this way, wouldn't the Wei Clan take the blame? Could it be that he wanted to take advantage of this to let the Wei Clan and the Mu He Clan fight each other?"
"Well," Yan Xun nodded, "Mu He's are too domineering, the higher you praise them, the harder they will fall, just like Ou's thirty years ago."
Chu Qiao sighed, suddenly felt very tired today, too many things and too many people rushed into the situation in one day, making the already confusing relationship even more complicated. She rubbed her temples and said, "I'm going back first, you should go to bed earlier."
Just as she was about to stand up and leave, Yan Xun's voice suddenly sounded behind her, "Ah Chu, that guy named Tu Da sneaked up on you just now, why didn't you hide, with your vigilance, it's impossible not to notice."
Chu Qiao turned around and said very naturally: "Because you are behind."
The wind outside was a bit strong, blowing on the tent, and cool air blew in through the tent. Yan Xun was slightly taken aback, but soon, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he smiled sincerely, and said, "Yeah, I'm so stupid."
"I'm leaving."
As soon as the curtain was lifted, the figure of the girl disappeared into the tent.
The corners of Yan Xun's mouth curled up slightly, his expression was very warm, his ice-hard heart slowly melted and opened a gap, and warm and humid wind gently blowing in.
Because he was at the back, he safely left the most dangerous back without taking any precautions.
They are always the most trustworthy people for each other, just like when they were young, he can only close his eyes in front of her, and she can only sleep peacefully in front of him.
The stars and the moon were dark and the night was long. The young Yanbei prince raised his head slightly, "Ah Chu, thank you for making me still have someone I can trust."
The tent was warm, and Chu Qiao took a shower, feeling very tired. She leaned on the soft couch and wanted to close her eyes, but the moment she closed her eyes, she saw the sword placed by the bed.
She sat up and gently pulled out the sword body. The cyan light of the sword had a brilliance like flowing water under the lamplight, and the dark red sword pattern was like strange blood, flickering gently.
It had been seven years, she thought they would meet again, but she never expected that it would be in such a way.
She knew that Zhuge Yue must have also seen the wound on her neck, they seemed to have always been like this, confrontation, swords drawn, no matter when and where, they were destined enemies.
The child's screams seemed to echo in her ears again, the broken arm, the bloody sack, and the cold Tinghu Lake, like a movie, slowly moved in front of her eyes. When she was most helpless, the braised pork that wafted in the dark night was like a sharp arrow, piercing her heart fiercely.
"Yue'er, do you trust Fifth Brother? I will protect you!"
The sour breath reverberated in her chest again, her eyes were sharp, and the voice that reverberated in the nightmare day and night rang again in her ears, Xiao Ba's sad voice before dying in the prison car on Jiuwei Street. It was a nightmare that had occupied her for seven years.
"Sister Yue'er! Help me, save me!"
There was blood all over the place, bloody and mutilated, and the child who died after being tortured was beyond recognition. On that nightmarish night, she secretly escaped from the Shengjin Palace and came to Caishikou, and fought with the vicious dogs for the broken corpses, but she could not find where Where is the child's head, where are the child's hands and feet. She didn't even have the ability to bury the child's body, so she could only let the flesh and blood sink into Chishui Lake, dyeing the lake red with the aristocratic rouge, wine and meat.
"Xiao Ba, you just lie here and watch, waiting for me to avenge you."
On that day, the tears had dried up, and only the raging hatred lurked in his heart. The child clenched his fists tightly, biting his lower lip tightly like a ferocious little beast.
In a flash, seven years have passed.
Zhuge Yue, you are finally back.
In the darkness, a girl's deep breathing slowly sounded.
Do you know that I have been waiting for you for a long time.
There are few stars in the sky, it is the wind from Yanbei, blowing from a distance along the outline of Simon's land with a bloody aura of chilling. In the seventh hundred and seventy-third year of the Baicang calendar, in the early spring, the Hongchuan plateau was in the middle of winter, and there was a blizzard, and the sky was vast. The road leading from the border between Xia and Tang to Zhenhuang was blocked by heavy snow, and business travel was impassable. Prices in the capital skyrocketed. A large number of merchants hoarded and took the opportunity to raise the prices of necessities such as oil, rice, tea, and salt. Residents rushed to buy rice, causing chaos in the imperial capital.
On the sixth day of March, the Shengjin Palace summoned Mu He Xiyun, a direct descendant of the Mu He family, and severely reprimanded him, resigning Mu He Xiyun from his position as the governor of the imperial capital, and replacing him with Zhao Qi, the third son of the emperor. This is the first time in the 300-year history of the empire that the descendants of the Zhao family are in charge of the Yin Yamen of the imperial capital. From then on, the responsibility of guarding the three armies of the Zhenhuang imperial capital is completely in the hands of the royal family.
After Zhao Qi came to power, he immediately took over the troops of the Green Battalion, reintegrating and exchanging blood. Zhao Qi's biological mother, Concubine Shu, was the sister of Wei Guang, the patriarch of the Wei clan. Therefore, Zhao Qi's various government orders were warmly supported by the generals of the Wei clan. In less than three days, the city defenses of the imperial capital had a completely new look. On the tenth day of March, Zhao Qi led the Green Battalion soldiers and horses to the outside of Zhenhuang City, and personally repaired the capital roads. For a while, it was passed down as a good story by the people of the imperial capital.
At this time, on the windy and snowy field outside the city, a fast horse suddenly came galloping against the wind and snow. The front is vast, desolate, and the sky and the earth are pale, making it difficult to distinguish the north, south, east, and west.
Only one slope away, on another vast snow field, Wu Daoya half-closed his eyes, wearing a blue hood, his long eyebrows covered with hoarfrost, his face was pale from the cold, but his eyes were piercing. Staring at the front, his face was calm, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.