Hearing Hong Shan's words, Changyu, who was walking in front, replied without looking back: "It seems that someone wants to compete." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" finished speaking, and began to chatter: "It's also very strange, this martial arts competition is a common thing, but I have never seen the prince come out to see it in person." Alas, by the way, you should stand farther away later, and don't get hurt. ”

He has to look good at the competition, but he doesn't want to take a break to protect them while watching.

Hey, I don't know what the prince thinks, the competition is a martial arts competition, and he called these little girls to watch.

Autumn dusk is always pleasant and cool. The generals who practiced martial arts in the palace were all gathered in the martial arts training ground at this time, standing or sitting. Arms crossed and chatted.

King Huairong sat on the high platform of the martial arts training ground, his eyes looking down. He was sitting in a wooden wheelchair, and the person pushing the wheelchair behind him was the old lady who was in the Huairong King's house in the morning, and next to him stood Chun'er and another little maid. The guards in the back are half-surrounded and spread.

He slumped in his chair, his head always tilted slightly. Every time he deviated, the old lady in the back patiently straightened his head slightly, and never tired of it.

King Huairong had a thin blanket on his body, and his eyes kept looking down. Looking at the generals in the field, once upon a time, he was just as enthusiastic as them.

When Zhuo Yijia walked to the martial arts training ground, there was no one practicing martial arts inside, only a somewhat thin man standing in the martial arts training ground, practicing with punches and kicks. After throwing a punch, my body will be a little unstable because it is too fierce.

"How is it the second year!" Changyu walked to the martial arts training ground and looked at the tall and thin person inside with a frown, looking incredulous.

"What's wrong with him?" Zhuo Yijia asked after Changyu, and then his gaze fell on the man standing in the martial arts training ground.

Changyu flattened his mouth: "He, he is the logistics soldier in our house, he usually has little time to practice martial arts, but he can win the battle with two maids, where can he be really martial arts." ”

Zhuo Yijia listened to Changyu's words, looked at the thin man in the field, and sighed.

"What's so nice about this......" Changyu muttered dissatisfiedly in front of him.

King Huairong sat on the high platform, and when he saw Zhuo Yijia coming, he stretched out his hand to her and beckoned her a little sickly.

"Let's go, the prince called you over." Changyu looked at King Huairong who was waving, turned his head to Zhuo Yijia and said.

The people who were standing or sitting in the martial arts field, when they saw the greeting of the prince, they all looked over here, and when they saw the mask on Zhuo Yijia's face, their expressions were a little weird.

This mask is a little enchanting and terrifying.

Zhuo Yijia followed behind Changyu and walked towards King Huairong as if he were blind.

There were rough men holding their arms passing by, with stubble on their faces, looking at the mask on Zhuo Yijia's face and laughing.

"This mask is very scary, it's really not suitable for you little girls, it's good to bring a flower or something!" The laughter was hearty and disdainful.

"I heard you're coming to join the army?" Someone next to him answered, and his voice was uncertain: "Isn't it better to look handsome with a mask?" ”

"Joining the army? This girl is coming to join the army, don't be kidding, go to the battlefield to catch butterflies...... Ahaha! ”

The discussion in the back changed from a small voice at the beginning, to a disdain to hide at the end, and just watched a few little girls walk towards King Huairong.

Hong Shan behind her was originally a little angry, but when she saw that Zhihua and Zhuo Yijia didn't care, she couldn't help it.

Walking to the bottom of the platform, King Huairong beckoned to Zhuo Yijia below.

"The prince asked you to come up." The old lady behind her looked at Zhuo Yijia under the high platform and said gently.

Zhuo Yijia nodded and walked to the top of the stage. Changyu and Hongshan followed behind and also came up.

Zhuo Yijia clasped his fists at King Huairong and saluted: "The people's girl is streamer, I have seen the prince." ”

King Huairong waved his hand at her, then pointed to the tall and thin man in the martial arts field below, and said in a somewhat weak voice: "Later, you will compare with him." ”

Changyu behind him raised his eyes, looking at Zhuo Yijia's back full of surprise, what kind of situation is this, the competition is a streamer???

Zhuo Yijia did not respond, but took a step forward, squatted in front of King Huairong, and pulled the blanket on his leg for him: "Actually, if you go out and go around, bask in the sun and blow the wind, the prince's body may be better faster." ”

The afterglow of the setting sun was still sprinkled on the martial arts training ground, and the girl in rough clothes on the high platform was talking in front of King Huairong.

"Yes, if you fight well this time, I will come out more in the future to watch you practice martial arts." King Huairong looked at Zhuo Yijia and spoke, with a smile in his eyes, all of them were doting. He knows best by himself. But he still didn't want Shu'er, who had just returned to him, to worry.

The people next to him looked surprised, since the prince was sick, when did he become so good-natured......

"Then since you want to fight beautifully" Zhuo Yijia stood up, turned his head and looked at the tall and thin figure in the martial arts training field under the high platform: "One seems to be a little insufficient." ”

"Huh?" King Huairong's gaze withdrew from the tall and thin man and looked at Zhuo Yijia.

"Don't you think that there is too little one person?" Zhuo Yijia said as he withdrew his gaze and looked at King Huairong, his mouth exposed outside the mask slightly hooked.

"Less?" King Huairong said, looking behind Zhuo Yijia: "Then you bring your two maids and be your helpers." ”

Changyu was a little speechless when he heard it behind him, and he still had to help in the competition? The other party is still such a person who doesn't know anything, so it's better not to compare. He thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the women in front of him were unreasonable to join the army.

"Nope." Zhuo Yijia looked at King Huairong and shook his head, his voice was soft and slow: "I mean, let him find a helper." ”

The people on the high platform who heard the words, except for the painting Hongshan and Chun'er who were standing behind King Huairong, all gasped with cold air. The guards of King Huairong next to him couldn't help but look up and glance at the woman standing on the side, standing upright, with an indifferent but cold breath.

Changyu also lowered her head and secretly confessed to herself, as if she didn't realize what she was talking about......

"That's not good, what if it hurts you?" King Huairong looked at Zhuo Yijia and waved his hand to refuse without thinking.

Zhuo Yijia frowned, but his face was still expressionless through the mask: "Since the prince insists on this arrangement, so be it." The prince must remember what you promised. If I win, let me join the army. ”

King Huairong nodded, and said without thinking about it: "No jokes." ”

"If you don't win in three moves, count me as losing." Zhuo Yijia turned around happily and strode under the high platform. When the people on the field saw their daughter, they all ridiculed disapprovingly.

Zhuo Yijia stepped down, walked to the middle of the martial arts field, and looked at the tall and thin man in front of him.

Drums on the sidelines began to beat.

No matter how much water there is in this competition, since it is a competition, there must be rules for the competition.