Qin Zhou was wearing a green brocade robe today, which was the same color as Fan Qingyi.
But her outfit looked heroic, while Fan Qingyi's outfit looked a bit scholarly, and the two of them standing together looked inexplicably coordinated.
Eunuch Yuanbao prepared a private room in the teahouse opposite the arena, and the two of them sat there to watch, with a perfect view.
"It's raining lightly today, and it's stopped now. The ring has already been set up over there." Qin Zhou glanced at him, then quickly looked away, finally landing on the ring below. After a while, she heard herself say a little stiffly, "If you want to go down, it's not too late now."
"Not urgent."
Fan Qingyi's attention was also all on the area below. There was a lake across the street, and the arena was set up on an open space by the lake. Before the fight even started, there were already hundreds of people surrounding it in three layers inside and outside. Most of them were strong and powerful-looking men, and their number was still increasing.
General Song sat in the main seat in casual clothes, expressionless. On his left sat a well-maintained woman in her forties. The seat on his right was vacant, probably reserved for Miss Song.
The notice said that anyone who could survive three moves from Song Yuanqiao would pass the first level. The second level was for Miss Song to come up with her own questions, and the one who could answer them would be her future husband.
Why does a rich lady need to choose a husband through a martial arts competition
Before Fan Qingyi could ask this question, a bolt of lightning split half the sky and his right eyelid twitched violently.
Qin Zhou, who was sitting next to him, tightened his hands on his legs and spoke in an increasingly cold tone, "Are you really going to go down?"
"Hmm?" Fan Qingyi didn't notice the change in her tone, but still sensed a hint of murderous intent.
Qin Zhou slammed the guardrail, staring at Fan Qingyi, his voice trembling: "Don't you have a wife who hasn't married yet—"
"Boom!" A loud thunder exploded in the sky.
Then a silver light broke through the air.
"Qin Zhou!" Fan Qingyi grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms, rolled on the ground to protect her, and hid behind the curtain.
Qin Zhou also reacted quickly, staring at the arrow that split the chair he had just sat on.
If Fan Qingyi hadn't pulled her away in time, she would definitely not have had time to dodge the thunder.
She was careless.
"Young master, are you okay?" Eunuch Yuanbao was originally just guarding outside, and he came in as soon as he heard the noise.
"Swish, swish" two more arrows came, and Eunuch Yuanbao dodged them easily.
He picked up the table beside him, escorted Fan Qingyi and Qin Zhou downstairs and prepared to leave.
"Crash--" Heavy rain poured down outside. The martial arts competition was forced to be postponed. Everyone was looking for a place to hide from the rain. The teahouse opposite the arena became the first choice.
Who knows whether the criminals will hide in the crowd, and who knows whether innocent people will be injured accidentally during the fight.
Qin Zhou made a decision immediately, and the three people who were driven back by the rain changed their destination to the backyard of the teahouse.
The shopkeeper had just gone to watch the fight and was caught in the rain. He was about to come back to change his clothes when he bumped into the three of them. He immediately realized what had happened and hurriedly opened the door for them to hide inside.
"Are you all okay?" the shopkeeper asked respectfully but anxiously. He didn't have the greedy look that he had when he sold the information to Fan Qingyi.
Fan Qingyi glanced at him and said nothing.
"Tell someone to prepare some clothes and have the masters dress up in disguise. Everyone in the teahouse should keep a close eye. There may be assassins. Anyone who sneaks upstairs or snoops into the backyard will be killed without mercy." Eunuch Yuanbao pulled him aside and made arrangements in an orderly manner.
(End of this chapter)