Lan Lin said to Queen Ye Nong: "Isn't the Queen also a woman? As the saying goes, women are not inferior to men, so I don't think there is anything wrong with sending Yanse to compete!"
Changhe hurriedly said: "Well... Your Majesty, I have one more thing to do..."
Lan Lin and Ye Nong turned to look at Changhe at the same time, and Changhe looked a little embarrassed.
Lan Lin frowned and said, "Commander Changhe, is there anything else?"
Changhe nodded, and then said: "Yes, Your Majesty, it's just Yanse...she can't speak!"
Lan Lin smiled bitterly and said: "Hahaha! I'm just looking for a personal guard, and I'm not asking her to be a diplomat. There's no need for someone to be eloquent!"
Changhe said hurriedly: "Your Majesty has misunderstood what you mean. What you mean is that Yanse is born mute!"
Lan Lin stared for a moment. After hearing this, Queen Ye Nong laughed so hard that her waist trembled: "Hahaha! Hahaha! Your Majesty, are you going to let a mute be your personal bodyguard?"
Lan Lin looked at Yan Se, who was silent at the side. Her dark eyes seemed to be a little uneasy, and she lowered her eyes slightly.
Lan Lin could tell that Yanse actually felt inferior to him because he couldn't speak.
He said coldly: "As long as Yanse can win this competition, what if she can't speak? Compared with those who can talk and talk a lot, Gu prefers a personal guard who can't speak. At least she is quiet enough!"
Queen Ye Nong's laughter stopped suddenly. She felt that there was no point in laughing any more. This King Zhui Lan seemed to be at odds with her. In this case, let's start the competition, and then she could let him lose. Take it heartily.
Lan Lin looked at Chang He, and then said: "Commander Chang He, back then you sent the best Chang Ting to Gu's side. Gu hopes that the person you recommend today can be as brave and good at fighting as Chang Ting! Unyielding. !”
Changhe nodded and said: "Yes - Your Majesty!"
He turned back and glanced sharply at the silent Yanse. The originally quiet Yanse seemed to have been touched by a nerve in his body, and immediately became alert. His whole body was like an arrow leaving the string, just waiting for the competition to begin.
Changsi stared indifferently at Yanse across from him. He did not expect that the person competing with him would be a woman. Even if he won, it seemed that he would not be able to win. In his heart, he actually did not want to compete with a woman.
"Then let's begin -" Lan Lin, who was sitting on the dragon chair, said lazily, then stroked his cheek with one hand and watched the two people competing in the audience.
Changsi pulled out the sword from his waist, and Yanse pulled out the sword from his waist almost at the same time, and the two stood face to face.
Their eyes were firm, and the swords in their hands shone with cold light. This is a contest about honor and dignity, as well as a contest about skill and courage.
Both Changsi and Yanse have agile and steady bodies, and their moves are also different.
Chang Si holds a long sword and stands tall, his eyes are full of confidence and determination. His swordsmanship is agile and sharp, and every swing of his sword is as fast as lightning, hitting the opponent's vital points. His sword danced like a leaping dragon and a tiger, with majestic momentum, pressing Yanse away step by step.
Yanse held a saber in her hand and moved forward with every step. Her eyes revealed tenacity and determination. Her sword skills are calm and ruthless, and every swing of her sword is as violent as a violent storm, directly cutting through the opponent's defense line. Her sword dance was like mountains and rivers breaking into pieces, her power was astonishing, and it was so breathtaking that people didn't dare to take a breath.
The figures of Chang Si and Yan Se moved quickly in the Hongwu Hall, their swords and knives intertwined in the air, making bursts of harsh metal collision sounds. Their movements are as fast as lightning and as fast as meteors, dazzling those who watch.
Changsi's swordsmanship is agile and changeable, flying in the air like a dragon, sometimes stabbing straight, sometimes sweeping, sometimes picking up, sometimes slashing downward, the changes are endless. His sword dances like stars, beautiful and deadly.
Yanse's sword is calm and powerful, slashing straight and horizontally like a tiger descending a mountain. Every swing of the sword carries a powerful force that is irresistible. Her sword dance was like thunder, shocking people's hearts. No one would have thought that this was the decisive sword technique that a woman could display.
At this moment, the two of them were fighting more and more fiercely, and even Chang He had to admire his brother's bastard. He didn't expect that he could have the achievements he has now.
However, although Chang Si's swordsmanship was sharp, it was never as cold as Yanse's. After all, she was trained as rigorously as a killer by herself. The moment she drew the sword, she had already put life and death aside.
Only those who don't care about their lives can become true braves.
There is no retreat for the brave, and their only retreat is death.
So deep in Yanse's heart, it is impossible to lose!
Chang Si's sword suddenly pierced Yan Se's chest. The sword was like a snake spitting out a message, so dangerous that Lan Lin, who was watching from the dragon chair, couldn't help but sweat for Yan Se.
Unexpectedly, Chang Si's poisonous move was yet to come. This sword move was actually just a feint. The real point he wanted to attack was Yanse's neck.
The long sword wandered like a spiritual snake. When the wind of the sword changed, just when Yanse was about to pick up the sword, it had already reached her neck.
Changsi's sword pierced Yanse's throat without any hesitation.
Lan Lin thought to himself, it's not good, I'm afraid the female guard named Yanse will be killed on the spot.
Just when he was hesitating whether he should take action to stop him, Yanse suddenly changed direction, deftly avoided his late sword strike, and threw the sword out.
Almost at the same time, Chang Si's sword scratched Yan Se's neck, and Yan Se's knife also left a hole in his abdomen.
Just before Yanse's knife could fly back to her hand, Chang Si took the initiative and kicked her away.
Yanse's knife fell to the ground, and she fell out, but immediately jumped up, like a swift cheetah, trying to pounce to take back the knife she dropped.
But how could Changsi give her this opportunity? At this moment, his eyes were already shining, thinking that he was going to kill the person in front of him.
Like a poisonous snake, he tightly wrapped around Yan Se's every move and every move, causing Yan Se's several attempts to pick up the knife to fail. At this moment, there were many scratches on the back of Yan Se's hand.
There was a vicious look on Chang Si's face. Because of the angle, Lan Lin and Ye Nong, who were facing away from Chang Si, could not be seen at all.
He suddenly spit out a poisonous nail from his mouth, and the tiny poisonous nail went straight towards Yanse's neck.
Yanse was mute and couldn't say anything out loud. However, what Changsi didn't expect was that the deadly hidden weapon he suddenly used did not disorient Yanse. She simply raised her right hand, reached out to catch the poisonous nail, and blocked the attack of the poisonous nail with her palm.
Just when Chang Si was stunned, she raised her right hand, grasped the long sword he was thrusting at, broke the tip of the sword with her backhand, and pressed it against Chang Si's throat.
Seeing this, Changhe hurriedly shouted: "Stop——"
If Changhe had been a little later, his eldest brother, his only son, would have died on the spot. Yanse had learned all the killing moves since she was a child, but he had never taught her what is enough.
Chang Si looked at Yan Se with ferocious murderous intent in his eyes, like a wild beast on the snowy field, and the hand holding the tip of the sword was already bloody and terrifying.
Chang He stepped forward, saluted Lan Lin and Ye Nong and said, "Your Majesty, Madam, the winner has been decided, Yanse is slightly better!"
Lan Lin raised his lips and smiled with satisfaction, then looked back at the furious Queen Ye Nong.
Changsi and Yanse were already standing in front of them. There was a blood-red spot on Changsi's neck. If Changhe had screamed a little later, the tip of the sword in Yanse's hand would have penetrated his throat without hesitation.
He said: "Queen, Changsi has lost, please punish me!"
Lan Lin stood up with his hands on his hips and said with a proud smile: "Queen, you are also kind-hearted, thinking about being alone. Although Changsi lost, his martial arts is also good, and he can be regarded as a talent! I don't think the Queen need Why punish him?"
Ye Nong thought for a moment, curled her lips and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is right, since Yanse won the competition, from now on she will be your Majesty's personal guard. This Changsi is the nephew of Commander Changhe, Why not leave it to his family to train and give it time before serving His Majesty again?"
Lan Lin thought that Chang Si was Chang Ting's younger brother after all. If he rashly handed him back to the queen, she was afraid that she would do something bad to him, so she might as well let him follow Chang He.
Then he lowered his head and asked Chang Si: "Chang Si, are you willing to follow Commander Chang He? Become one of my imperial guards!"
Chang Si thought to himself that the imperial guards were the people who were on duty in Yuqian Palace. He still had the opportunity to come into contact with Lan Lin. As long as he could get to his side, it didn't matter whether he could become a personal guard or not.
He immediately knelt down and saluted: "Thank you, Your Majesty! It is Chang Si's wish to be able to serve His Majesty! Chang Si is willing!"
Lan Lin nodded, and then looked at Yanse, who was kneeling silently aside. She originally won the competition, but she couldn't tell that she was the winner at all.
People who cannot speak do suffer a bit sometimes.
Fortunately, Lan Lin had eyes for it, and saw him looking at Yanse's injured hand, and then said: "Come with me!"
Yanse nodded and followed closely.
The two of them walked to a long corridor. Lan Lin paused and turned around. There were blood drops on Yanse's hands all the way along the corridor. She seemed to be a puppet without the feeling of pain.
Lan Lin reached out and lifted up her injured right hand. He saw that there was a poisonous nail in the palm of her right hand that was blurred with blood. At this moment, the poisonous nail was surrounded by a green patch, which was obviously poisonous gas entering her body.
He frowned and looked at Yanse, sighing: "Oh - not being able to speak can be a bit of a disadvantage sometimes! I didn't expect that child to actually use a poison dart in the competition. It's really not fair!"
Yan's dark eyes looked at him, and he frowned slightly. In this stubborn female guard, he could see a bit of Changting's former self, who was just as stubborn and strong.
Lan Lin took out a blue brocade handkerchief, personally removed the poisonous nails from Yanse's palm, and then said to the little eunuch Nian Sheng beside him: "Take her to Pharmacist Chen for treatment!"
