"Don't pretend to be a good person... I lost, but... don't get too proud too early, this revenge... I will avenge it sooner or later!"
Jin Caiyun stood up staggeringly, shouted hysterically to Fan Dazhi, and stepped back while shouting.
She had an inexplicable fear of this fat man in her heart, as if he was born to be her nemesis. If it turned out that way, the most dangerous people often seemed to be the least threatening.
"Senior sister...be careful!"
Fan Dazhi took two steps forward with a worried look on his face.
"Go away! You... oh..."
Jin Caiyun retreated faster, and while he was cursing, he suddenly stepped on the air, screamed, and fell off the ring.
Although there was a rope fence, she happened to step on the gap. Because she backed away, she was unable to grab the rope in time and fell down unexpectedly.
Jin Caiyun fell firmly to the ground. Although the stage was not too high, she fell so embarrassingly that she felt ashamed and angry and fainted...
"In the third competition, Fan Dazhi wins!"
Feng Shaotang announced the result of the match with a long tail tone. There were sparse cheers from the audience. Many people had not yet come to their senses. No matter what the result of this match was, the process really felt a bit absurd.
Fan Dazhi walked down the ring silently and looked at Jin Caiyun who was unconscious and being carried away. He shrugged apologetically. He straightened his hair, which was as messy as a chicken coop, and looked for He An in the crowd...
The fourth match is between Gu Qingzhou and Li Chengfang.
The weapons used by both of them were long swords. As Feng Shaotang announced the start of the competition, the sword light flashed and the wind blew in the ring. The two swords went back and forth, and the fight was very lively.
Gu Qingzhou's long sword danced like a tiger, and after a few moves, Li Chengfang's long sword broke into several pieces, and he was immediately at a disadvantage.
"Our prince has taken out the "Golden Plume Sword" given by the emperor, and has spent a lot of money for this competition!"
Seeing the sword in Gu Qingzhou's hand that was as sharp as clay, Chen Sangyu twisted his beard and chuckled.
"Among the princes and princes in the imperial court, Qingzhou's qualifications are considered to be excellent, but it's a pity... Although he has been forcibly promoted to several realms, he has only encouraged the growth... The foundation is not stable, and it will be difficult to achieve success in the future!"
At the end of Wei Zhilin's words, he sighed with some regret: "He has indulged in leisure and entertainment these years, but now he has woken up and is able to turn back the prodigal son. I believe that Gu Guogong knows what he is doing, which is enough to satisfy him!"
Cheng Ziya, Zou Zheng and others were filled with emotion when they thought of Gu Qingzhou's family background.
The winner was quickly decided in the ring.
Li Chengfang, who lost his weapon, instantly bullied Gu Qingzhou and used the close-up short blow passed down from his family. With his fingers moving like the wind, he hit several acupuncture points on Gu Qingzhou's chest such as Huagai, Yutang, Purple Palace, and Tanzhong. Before he could be happy, he was sharp and sharp. The long sword is already at his throat...
Gu Qingzhou, who won the competition, was secretly thankful that he was covered with a layer of golden silk cicada under his outer robe. Even so, the opponent's strong finger strength also made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Gu Qingzhou rubbed his sore chest, smiled and waved to the audience. He was dressed in white, standing in the wind, with handsome features, his clothes were as elegant as the wind, and he was indescribably elegant.
Everyone in the audience cheered, and some female students even screamed with excitement, fascinated by him...
In the final draw, a student named Qiu Fengqi won the victory with an overwhelming advantage without any suspense.
It is said that Qiu Feng started practicing at the age of three and was very talented. His father was a famous elder of Zhenwu Sect. He admired Li Xingzhi, the dean of Zhixing Academy, so he sent his son to Zhixing Academy to practice.
Qiu Fengqi has practiced the "Zhenwu Heart Sutra", and his Danji Qi capacity is extremely deep. He has already reached the peak level of god refining. This strength is indeed rare among the disciples of Zhixingyuan.
The selection competition of Zhixingyuan was over, and the five final winners, He An, Fan Dazhi, Gu Qingzhou, Feng Chun, and Qiu Fengqi, each received a "Spirit Resurrection Pill".
For a long time, this selection competition has become a topic of conversation among the students of Zhixing Academy. Each of them has his or her own characteristics. Compared with He An's extraordinary talent, Gu Qingzhou's romantic and unrestrained personality, Feng Chun's bloodthirsty fighting spirit, Qiu Fengqi's and Fan Dazhi's luster has dimmed a bit.
Feng Chun became a blockbuster in obscurity, but Fan Dazhi is someone who makes people laugh when they think about it. He managed to win several games in a row by blindly running away, knew some crooked ways, and seemed to be lucky.
Fate is always unfair, and God always favors some people. In everyone's eyes, the fat man Fan Dazhi is the one who is favored.
"Second brother is actually very powerful. Although sometimes I can't understand what he is doing, I think... he is very powerful. Well, in short... he is even more powerful than you!"
Han Chanjuan smiled brightly, picked up a green bamboo shoot with chopsticks, put it in her mouth and chewed it slowly, then picked up a piece of lean meat, put it in He An's bowl, raised her pretty face, and said proudly: "Facts have also proven that , my feeling is correct, didn’t the second brother win in the end?”
"Well, after all, you are actually the most powerful!"
He An smiled and scratched Han Chanjuan's nose with his finger. Han Chanjuan gave him a naughty pink punch in return. The two people's intimate movements were natural and casual. They had experienced life and death together several times, and the silence under the romantic fireworks on Yuan Yuan Night. Confess your feelings and let each other understand each other tacitly.
The two looked at each other with affection, and the seeds of love had already taken root and sprouted in their hearts.
I don’t know where the love started, but I am deeply in love.
The folk customs of the Chen Empire are relatively open, and the defense of men and women is not as strict as the previous dynasty. Han Chanjuan grew up in Xiliang since she was a child. The folk customs are strong and she doesn't care about any taboos. She has a fierce and bold personality, even more enthusiastic and proactive than He An. However, the two of them were more affectionate than polite. Apart from some intimate gestures between lovers, they did not do anything that exceeded the rules.
He An quietly held Han Chanjuan's hand, which was round and warm. He opened his palm and found a silver pill. The secret skin of the silver foil was engraved with several mysterious runes, and there was a faint milky white mist inside. The brilliance circulated, and a strong medicinal fragrance assaulted the nostrils.
"Returning elixir?"
Han Chanjuan, who was used to seeing pills, recognized it at a glance. This was the reward that countless people in the Zhixingyuan Trials had broken their heads to get, the magic pill.
"Given to you!" He An smiled.
"Send...to me?" Han Chanjuan's eyes were full of joy, and she smiled like a crescent moon.
"Well, what's mine is yours!"
He An looked at Han Chanjuan's pretty face with soft eyes.
Han Chanjuan's smile was as bright as a flower, and she was particularly happy with today's meal. This fool, the most indispensable thing in her family is elixirs. What elixirs has she not seen before?
But unfortunately... I feel that all the miraculous medicines in the world are not as good as this one...
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The city of Luoyang in the early morning is shrouded in a layer of mist. The Luo River in the distance is like a smooth jade belt, meandering eastward. The water flow takes away the floating ice on the river bank. The ice cubes collide in the water and make a clanking sound. The withered grass on the bank Stretching out with a hint of spring, several trackers shouted loud chants and dragged a barge out of the shoal...
The ice on the eaves began to melt, and drops of water fell on the bluestone. After years of beating, small pits with water accumulated on the stone have been worn out. The water droplets splashed up like a few crystal clear pearls.
A young eunuch shrank his neck and looked at the layers of palaces shrouded in mist. He turned his eyes to the ridged beast on the high eaves of the palace, lowered his head in awe, and walked towards the Yangxin Palace holding the brazier.
Emperor Chen came down from the morning court and had been talking with Taiwei Tong Huan for a long time in Yangxin Hall.
Emperor Chen gently stroked the azure-colored Jun porcelain tea cup. The mist was rising, and the dragon's face was calm and intimidating.
"All the veterans your Majesty told me have taken note of it. Your Majesty has previously punished a group of officials. The court killed chickens to scare monkeys and imposed severe punishments... No one dares to perfunctory anymore..."
Taiwei Tong Huan replied carefully, raised his eyes to look at Emperor Chen, and lowered his eyes with a humble and respectful look.
"These corrupt officials should be killed, imprisoned, and exiled. None of them should be spared. What I want to do is a major event that will shine through the ages. I will never allow any omissions..."
Emperor Chen closed his eyes and seemed to be listening to the sound of the morning breeze blowing outside the palace. His voice also softened like the thawing spring breeze, and continued: "Spring is about to begin, and the canal digging process needs to be accelerated. The dredging of the river channel is troublesome. Tong Aiqing has put a lot of effort into it, among all the civil and military officials in this dynasty, Aiqing is the only one who has always been steady and stable, which makes me most at ease."
"Your Majesty has given you the reward. I am willing to follow your Majesty's instructions and do your best!"
Hearing this, Tong Huan clasped his legs and leaned forward, leaving only half of his buttocks to sit on the Jindun, lowering his head respectfully.
Emperor Chen seemed to be very satisfied with Tong Huan's performance, and a smile appeared on his lips: "This is not a court, and I am not a tyrant. You don't have to be so reserved, dear!"
Taiwei Tong Huan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing in his heart that he had indeed overacted. He straightened his body, stroked his thick beard on his chin, and said: "Your Majesty is generous to others and is commanding all over the world. Old ministers have always admired him, but... he is so majestic. God's grace, the old minister was frightened in his heart and couldn't help himself for a moment..."
"You old guy is the best at chattering... to make me happy!"
Emperor Chen put down the tea cup in his hand, stood up and said with a smile: "You and I have been monarchs and ministers for many years, and I have never doubted my love for you, the pillar of your country. If you have any ideas, just say it. Even if you are wrong, I will forgive you."
"His Majesty's Sacred Heart is illuminated, and he clearly sees everything. The old minister is worried about the huge cost of digging the canal, and many ministers in the court are dissatisfied... Also, the Imperial Guard has not returned yet, I don't know..."
Tong Huan also stood up, and as he spoke, he secretly observed Chen Di's expression.
"I don't know what? Do I still need to consult the National Master to do something? My country...I have the final say! You don't have to have any worries about this matter, just go ahead and do it. I will support you behind your back!"
Emperor Chen's face darkened, and he looked at the mist gradually dissipating outside the palace. The morning sunlight penetrated through the palace gates, illuminating the ground in a golden color.
"The Imperial Master is old and has not been involved in court affairs for many years. Now that he is traveling abroad, it is time for him to have a good rest. From now on... I can only have a good rest..."
Emperor Chen's voice was as misty as mist. When Tong Huan heard it, his heart was shocked and a chill suddenly spread down his back.
