"Back to the saint, the minister makes the sword alone, it is difficult to see the advantages and disadvantages, why don't the ministers invite another person, and the minister is good for the sword?" Mo Zilan's mind turned, could it be that his grandfather was building a bridge?

Seeing that Mo Zilan really came to the road, the saint shouted: "Quasi! ”

The eunuch stepped forward and took out two good swords, Mo Zilan took the sword, walked straight to the seat of the Marquis of Pingyang, and handed the sword to Zeng Ruoyan: "Miss Zeng, please!" ”

Zeng Ruoyan didn't refuse, and stood up after taking the sword. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The two of them walked to the center of the vacated field, first saluted the Queen Mother, and then stood face to face, drawing their swords and unsheathing them.

Zeng Ruoyan made the first move, her flexible wrist suddenly turned, the sword drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and a move "Changhong through the sun" stabbed head-on, Mo Zilan's body was slightly sideways, the long sword was obliquely picked, the two swords were staggered together, you came and I fought against each other.

Every move and every style seems to be incomparable, but it is skillfully resolved by the other party, one after another neat sword light, dancing an indescribable tacit understanding, as if the two have been practicing swords for ten years and eight years, and they have each other's hearts.

Mo Zilan and Zeng Ruoyan were getting faster and faster, rolling up two cold light sword shadows, and the sound of golden jade swords was continuous, which was much more genuine than Ye Rongrong's flower fist embroidered legs!

Everyone in the venue nodded frequently, Mo Zilan can be the deputy commander of the Praetorian Guard, and naturally her martial arts are not weak, but she didn't expect that Pingyang Hou's beloved daughter would be so extraordinary in martial arts.

The last move was made by the two of them, and the eyes staggered for a moment, and they all withdrew their hands, although it was the first practice, but there was no mistake between advancing and retreating, and they clasped their fists together and saluted to the saint.

The Holy One took the lead and applauded, "Good! Good! Good! My Dasheng Dynasty wants to enjoy the national glory in peace, for thousands of years, it is indispensable for the civil and military generals to work together! Today is the Qionglin banquet of Jinshi and Di, and I saw the heroic posture of Dasheng's men, and Dasheng's daughter's women did not let me shave my eyebrows, I was very relieved! ”

"Holy Wisdom! Dasheng for thousands of years! Everyone present said in unison, and for a moment the sound resounded in the night sky.

"Mo Zilan! Come forward to listen to the seal, I will entitle you as a heroic martial artist, I hope you will be loyal to the country in the future, brave and unmatched, and outstanding in martial arts! "The holy reward came suddenly, and there was no news beforehand.

Mo Zilan stood stunned for a moment, and immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to thank him: "Thank you for the saint's grace, and the minister should bow and die as much as he can!" Long live the saints, long live, long live! ”

"As for the girl of the Zeng family, what should I reward you with? Pingyang Hou, you teach your daughter well, this girl has good martial arts, you say! The saint kicked the ball straight over.

Pingyang Hou stood up in panic and excused himself: "Shengshang Longen, the little girl is stubborn, she just dances the sword for the saint, and she doesn't dare to be rewarded by the saint." ”

"I said that if you get it, you will get it, the girl of the Zeng family is not young, right? I'll reward you with a wishful husband! I look at you and Yingwu Bolang's talented and beautiful women, and my heart is a match made in heaven! Queen Mother, why don't you give a decree to marry and let them tie the knot together? ”

The saint looked very interested, although the queen mother felt a little sudden, but the saint had just rewarded the lord of Rongrong Ruyi, and she was not easy to sweep the saint's interest.

The Queen Mother couldn't refuse, so she could only smile and say pleasantly: "Okay!" Mourning the family's order! Mo Zilan of Pingguo Mansion, born in a noble and young age, is a saint and a martial artist, Miss Pingyang Hou Zeng Ruoyan, virtuous and generous, outstanding in appearance, Mo Zilan can be called a good match, for the beauty of adults, the special general Zeng Ruoyan Xu with Mo Zilan, to choose a good day to complete the marriage! ”

Mo Zilan and Zeng Ruoyan were overjoyed, and the two knelt on the ground to thank them: "Thank you, the Queen Mother!" ”

Concubine Wei and King Jing on the field were caught off guard and glanced at each other, but they couldn't stop it, so they could only beat everyone with a smile and stepped forward to congratulate them.

King Jing observed carefully,See Pingyang Hou's face is serious and smiling reluctantly,Mrs. Pingyang Hou is even more bitter and annoyed,Zeng Haojie was also disappointed,Only Zeng Ruoyan smiled,I can only sigh secretly,It's a mistake。

Wei Guifei hated it even more, but she was helpless, how could this piece of fat from the Pingyang Marquis Mansion be given to the Pingguo Mansion! In vain, they put so much effort into Zeng Haoying, and now they are all making wedding dresses for others!

Yang Zhaowu also got up, came to Mo Zilan's side, and congratulated him heartily: "Congratulations to Zilan, receiving the knighthood, and holding the beauty as you wish!" I want to know my heart, but I don't know what to be happy about! ”

Mo Zilan is really now, the spring breeze is proud, he can't close his mouth with a smile, the whole person is still in a sleepwalking state, and whoever talks to him is: "Thank you, thank you, rejoice together!" ”

It's unbearable to see people, how can such a stupid person become a hero?

Lord Minghui also congratulated Princess Duanjing, Princess Duanjing saw that her daughter-in-law was stable, although she was not the most satisfied, but her son liked it and was very happy.

Princess Duanjing replied with a smile: "Don't patronize and congratulate me, your Zhaowu is also fast, right?" ”

As he spoke, he suddenly approached the ear of the county lord of Minghui and said softly: "Ye Rongrong is bound to Zhaowu, if you are not satisfied with this daughter-in-law, you should choose another one as soon as possible." Otherwise, if you are careful, you will be caught off guard and regret your mistakes like someone. ”

Minghui nodded knowingly and returned to his seat. Secretly thought: Judging from the last few contacts, although Ye Rongrong is arrogant and noble, he is not ignorant of human feelings, and he is favored by the Queen Mother, nor is he unworthy of Zhaowu.

You must know that since the founding of Dasheng, the daughter of the prince of the non-clan family has been crowned the lord of the county, and she can count all the slaps, and Zhaowu marrying her is not an insult to herself.

But the problem is that Zhaowu doesn't seem to care about his children's affection, except for Xie Yixin, that young lady he behaves like a spring breeze and has a gentlemanly demeanor, but he can't get close.

Lord Minghui was a little distressed, blaming Zhaowu for living in Jinling with his grandfather since he was a child, and he was not close enough to him, and he knew Xie Yixin, who was a small family, so he was so worried.

Ye Rongrong stood behind the Queen Mother, with a respectful smile on her face, but she was secretly angry in her heart, obviously she danced in the city, and was named the lord of Ruyi, it should be her time to shine, why was Mo Zilan and Zeng Ruoyan stealing the limelight by inexplicably giving marriage?

The Queen Mother saw that Rongrong was unhappy, and comforted her: "Rongrong, when you danced just now, the mourning family helped you watch Yang Zhaowu carefully. His eyes are full of fire, all of them are on you, and the mourners can see that his heart is moved. ”

Ye Rongrong was still dressed in the same white uniform, she lowered her head shyly, and a black waterfall was drawn out of the green silk, and her voice was like a mosquito: "Queen Mother, Cousin Yang really likes Rongrong?" ”

The mourning family assured that Yang Zhaowu's demeanor, the mourning family understood, was definitely the kind of eyes that a man looked at his beloved woman. Rongrong, don't worry, Yang Zhaowu will come to the door to propose marriage in a short time, and when the time comes, the mourning family will let the saint decree marriage, and it will be handled by the Internal Affairs Office, which must be more decent than Zilan and Zeng Ruoyan's! The Queen Mother looked at Rongrong, and her little face with a big palm felt happy.

Ye Rongrong raised his head slightly and swept over Yang Zhaowu below. He was talking with his back to others, and his dark green belt and dark green brocade robe made him slender and strong.

Ye Rongrong couldn't help but swallow his saliva quietly, such a man is a hero worthy of her Ye Rongrong! She must marry Yang Zhaowu!

Master Tzu Yuan had already ordered that no matter what method was used, Yang Zhaowu must be taken down, and she didn't want to taste the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.