Thank you.

Another: Erjin is a little airsick, if there is no update before 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, it is a leave, and the day after tomorrow will be brushed.

Little daughters-in-law, come to the bowl.

Roar, it's served.

------Off topic------

"Your Majesty, the minister wants to ask to marry Princess Ziyue."

If Yan Ergui was smart, he would not have angered the emperor, and he should climb up the pole and be happy if he wanted a little gold and silver silk for a reward. But Yan Ergui is obviously not a smart person. His throat moved slightly, covering the wound on his arm, standing under the high platform, glanced at Zhao Ziyue, and knelt on the ground.

Obviously, he didn't mention Zhao Ziyue at all.

In private, some people looked at each other.

After a pause, just when everyone thought that he was going to promise Zhao Ziyue to Yan Ergui, he smiled lightly, "But no matter what, you have won glory for Da Yan." I still have to reward you, I don't know what you want? ”

"Yan Aiqing, earlier you said that the competition with Su He Shizi was not counted as the previous 'color head' willow shooting competition, just to let the prince give up his horse qualification. Now that you have won, Su Heshizi voluntarily gave up, and the matter has been settled. ”

He refused to compromise easily, but he had to respond.

Previously sent someone to stop Yan Ergui and didn't let him participate in the willow shooting, because he didn't want to be fulfilled and didn't want to marry Zhao Ziyue to him. You must know that the relationship between in-laws is always the strongest bond in the world. If it is really promised, people like Yan Ergui become Zhao Zhu's sister-in-law, isn't it the icing on the cake for Zhao Zhu?

Zhao Mianze's gaze froze slightly.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, it seems that the most noble princess Ziyue in your country is really destined to be with my Beidi. According to Xiao Wang, since this General Yan has a deep love for the princess, why don't you fulfill him? ”

In a burst of embarrassment, Hasar frowned slightly, "Su He, winning or losing is a common thing in soldiers, don't make people laugh at me Beidi can't afford to lose." After saying that, the corners of his lips lifted, and he looked at Zhao Mianze with a smile, and there was no annoyance in his tone.

The entire Beidi mission had a black face.

But now he can't get off the stage, he doesn't retreat, he doesn't advance, his handsome face is flushed, and his teeth are clucking.

If you don't want to be embarrassed, Su Hezi chooses not to compare.

"Do you want to compare the son?" He asked softly.

A sentence that is not light or heavy, but it is loud. And his indifferent voice, as well as the bleeding wound on his arm, all illustrate the truth of this sentence - he was injured, and he defeated Su He, if he was not injured, then what should he do? Willow shooting is one of his worst, if it is better than his strength, Su He...... And how can you win?

"Su Heshizi, shooting willows is the worst one."

But Yan Ergui suddenly smiled and flicked his knife, just when he hesitated, somehow, the knife in his hand fell into Yan Ergui's hand, he didn't use force, but the tip of the knife really hit Su He's neck.

His eyes were cold and murderous, and his originally handsome facial features turned angry, becoming hideous and distorted. It was like a desire to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

"I'm going to kill you."

Su He suddenly pulled out his waist knife and pointed it directly at Yan Ergui.

"Nope! This son is not convinced! ”

After a short period of silence, an earth-shattering cheer finally broke out on the silent school ground. Nanyan officials and soldiers finally found a vent point for their belly, and praise such as "raising the prestige of our country and turning the tide" abounded.

With only one stone's throw away, Yan Ergui defeated Su He.

With a "bang", the audience was in a sensation.

"The 3,000 battalion of Nanyan instructed Yan 2 to shoot 30 ghosts, 27 in the middle, 25 in Liu Bai, 2 in Liu Qing, and 25 times in Liu."

"Beidi Suheshizi shot thirty branches, twenty-six middle branches, twenty-four willow whites, two willow greens, and twenty-four willows."

After a quiet silence where the pin could be heard, the celebrant announced.

In order to show justice, Beidi is alone, and Nanyan is alone. The black parliu of the north and the south of Yan, and the red parliu of the north of the south.

The celebrant came down to inspect the willows.

But at this time, the willow shooting is over.

There is such a thing as competition, sometimes it is a hard fight. Once discouraged, it will soon reveal defeat. Since then, Su He has been hesitating for longer and longer with each arrow, and he is less and less calm as before. After scolding "Esuite" several times in his mouth, even Hasar on the high platform couldn't help frowning, and he finally began to adjust his mentality.

"The son of the world said this strangely. The arrow is in your hand, and the arrow comes from the heart. Who can do the fake for you? ”

Listening to his low reprimand, Yan Ergui glanced over his head and met his gaze.

"You ...... Fake on the arrows? ”

Su He, who was bound to hit by the arrows, sent another "wild arrow", and he couldn't help but be angry and swearing. As a child of the royal family, he is already young and vigorous, and he has been winning before, but now he is being caught up by an opponent who is not very optimistic, and it is inevitable that he will have hatred in his heart.

"Eshute!"

No one wants to throw in the towel in the name of a country in front of a former enemy. Nan Yan people have already figured out this breath, and with the reason for Yan Ergui's three wonderful willow shots in a row, the cheers are endless.

After holding it for so long, more people finally shouted out.

Many, many voices, all of them were encouraging and delightful.

"General Yan! General Yan! ”

"Not bad!" Again.

A shout came from the mouth of Nanyan's official.

"Good!"

Su He shoots the willow of the red pa, and Yan Ergui shoots the willow of the black pa. The guide officer was still riding and running round by circle, and it was still exactly the same competition, but the situation was obviously different, in the huge school field, the wind seemed to be louder, and the atmosphere was even more tense and breathless.

His burning blood is only in his heart, not in his mouth.

No matter how angry Su He was, Yan Ergui was always polite and polite.

"The prince has conceded."

Seeing that his power is getting stronger and stronger, and his willow shooting skills are getting better and better, Su He can't help but be impatient. An arrow missed, and he looked at Yan Ergui not far away with annoyance, and his voice was aggressive.

"You were clumsy and deliberately deceived me?"

All he had in his head were these four words. The contemplation of these four words almost drowned out all the consciousness beside him. At that moment, he swore to himself that in this life, no matter whether he wanted blood or life, he would protect the little princess on the high platform who didn't care about it, and the little girl who shouted "Uncle Ghost, pop".

He can't lose-

He can't lose.

And just when the two of him were "eyebrows and flirts", the situation on the field changed greatly. From the beginning of Zhao Ziyue shouting "come on", Yan Ergui seemed to be possessed by gods and ghosts, the war horse under his crotch chased the wind day by day, the bow and arrow in his hand pierced through Yang in a hundred steps, his body was as vigorous as Hou Yi holding a bow, and the blood seemed to rush to the door of his head, and his eyes were as red as blood.

Almost unanimously, they all withdrew their gaze.

The "aerial duel" between the two is over.

The so-called vulgar hand is not a clever move. It may seem to be beneficial to one's own side, but in fact, the other party is also beneficial. Zhao Zhu saw her, his eyes flashed slightly, and a trace of sunshine flashed under his deep eyes, as if he was smiling, but as if he was not smiling.

She snorted.

"Vulgar hands."

But Xia Chuqi couldn't cry or laugh when he saw it, and it was easier to be cranky. With such a nondescript explanation, except for Zhao Shijiu, a professional talent, she really can't think of anyone else. But it was also his strange explanation that turned like this, which made the anger in her heart suddenly disperse, and she couldn't help laughing.

He was afraid that she would be cranky.

He's explaining.

Shortness of breath is still a gambling term. When she played against Hong Taidi more than two years ago, Zhao Zun taught her the most basic lip language. Shortness of breath is when a piece or piece of chess does not have enough breath to make a particular move. For example, a piece of chess cannot be called eating the opponent's piece. Because if you eat it, you will also fall into the embarrassing situation of being called to eat.

He finally said two more words.

"Shortness of breath."

Just when Xia Chuqi sighed and was about to retract his gaze, his mouth moved.

This time, he didn't react for a long time.

He saw it, his eyebrows moving slightly.

But thinking about it, the heart that had just fallen had not stopped returning to reality, and her eyes rolled, and she thought of the previous sneak attack again. Slowly glancing at Zhao Zhu's palm wrapped in a medicinal cloth, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows angrily and glanced at him coldly.

The first move is a technical term for the player, which almost means to take the initiative and force the opponent to respond with each move, even at the cost of a considerable price. The first move is to maintain the initiative, although this term is so pointed, it also lets her know that Zhao Bottle must have his plans, at least this game of chess is still in his hands.

She looked at his lips, and her heart, which had been tight, suddenly fell.

"Rest assured. Start with the first hand. ”

She sneered, as if she felt the wind in her eyes, and Zhao Zhu suddenly turned her head. Pursing his lips, his eyes deepened.

This Zhao Nineteen...... Distracted.

Her scrutinizing eyes looked at Zhao Zhu's side face as if she didn't have any. His long figure is tall and upright, even if he sits in the middle of a bunch of men, his cold and graceful appearance is also eye-catching, compared to Dongfang Qingxuan with a smile on the other side, it is not inferior.

But is Zhao Shijiu a cold-blooded person? Xia Chuqi didn't believe it.

If it weren't for the fact that he was really cold-blooded like a snake, then he must have had a plan.

In terms of strategy, in this world, he ranks second, and no one dares to rank first.

Wrong! How could Zhao Shijiu be indifferent to this?

But Little Nineteen's impatience reminded her of Old Nineteen.

She silently said a word to Xiao Nineteen in her heart and closed her mouth.

"Good girl, my mother scared you."

Cheering for the second ghost, her back was so stiff that she could barely move. Unexpectedly, the little nineteen in her stomach moved at the right time, as if she was a little uneasy about her flag waving and shouting.

Nervous, nervous, nervous.

Thinking of this, the blood on her body was almost on fire.

Success or failure is here, and Brother Ghost must win, otherwise the promise he made in front of everyone will have to be kept...... If he died, Yaya and Ziyue would be too pitiful.

Zhao Ziyue is like this, and so is she and Zhao Zhu.

How cruel is it for a family of three to be close at hand, but unable to get together?

She didn't say who to cheer for, but she stood up, followed the example of Xia Chuqi, waved a white little hand, looked at Yang Xia fixedly, and the eagerness in her expression made Xia Chuqi look inexplicably sad.

She is Zhao Ziyue.

In the immature children's voice, another beautiful voice sounded on the school field. This is in addition to Xia Chuqi and Yaya, another person who doesn't care about shouting.

"Come on!"

If that's the case, the ghost brother is guilty.

Don't ...... It's all that simple.

She heard Zhao Zhu say that when she took Zhao Ziyue back to Beijing, he told a story to Xiao Yaya. But this little girl is too good-minded, not only recognizing him, but also cheering for her father? Xia Chuqi sighed at the magic of the nature of father and daughter, looked at Yaya, thought of Zhao Ziyue, thought of Concubine Gong, and suddenly felt dizzy.

It's incredible! Yaya actually recognized her father?

Almost subconsciously, Xia Chuqi thought that he had broken into a ghost.

"Uncle Ghost...... Bang bang ......"

As soon as Xia Chuqi's words fell, at the next table, the little princess Yaya, led by the nurse, suddenly stood on the stool, looked at the two people on the field, and clapped her little hands with a smile.

"Hmm...... Uncle Ghost...... Bang bang ......"

It attracted the attention of countless people, but Xia Chuqi didn't realize it, raised his fist, like a "cheerleader", and shouted again. She knows that when competing in competitive competitions, encouragement from the "family and friend group" can sometimes play a decisive role in turning defeat into victory. The so-called competition, competition is a person's psychology.

This "come on" was abrupt and weird on the school field.

Xia Chuqi suddenly shouted.

"Brother Ghost, come on!"

His pride is justified. Judging from the current situation on the school field, Yan Ergui is really slightly inferior to him. Where's Sun? It's not archery, it's not horsemanship, it's the willow shooting skills that the Beidi people are good at.

In the wind, Su He's proud laughter was heard.

"Then you're going to die!"

Yan Ergui glanced at him, "Thank you for your kindness." But the husband said as soon as he spoke, and the horse was difficult to chase. Win or die today. I had no choice. ”

Another arrow hit, catching Liu Zhi, Su He played an extremely fancy equestrian move, and joked loudly: "General Yan, although you are much better than others, you can compare with me...... It's still a little bit worse. You can't win me. It's better to give up, I think you are a man, leave you alive. ”

On the huge school ground, thousands of people were watching, but except for the sound of horses' hooves and bows and arrows, there was not even a word of noise. The two men on the field, one is a royal nobleman with fresh clothes and angry horses, and the other is just a five-rank commander who was brought up from the guards, who can be Princess Ziyue's concubine? Can Yan Ergui's head be saved? Everyone is waiting for the results.

The competitive race is in full swing.

It's quite a skill.

The difficulty of this willow shooting mainly lies in three points. First, immediately run and ride and shoot, which is equivalent to the "moving target position" in later generations. Second, the willow branch is originally small, not only to shoot the green willow white, but also to ride a horse to catch it after shooting the willow branch.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Yan Ergui is not familiar with shooting willows.

Su He shot flamboyantly, but Yan Ergui was always low-key. His dark and deep gaze has always been preoccupied with shooting willows, and he has always only taken his words as the wind in his ears.

"Come on!"

Seeing that Yan Ergui was silent, he laughed loudly again.

In the middle of the field, Su He's sharp whistle and ridicule suddenly came.

"Good guy, Nan Yan finally has a decent one."

Arrows swept up from the school's head, and horses' hooves stepped out of the dust. The already sultry air was even more depressed to the extreme, and even the wind from Plum and Qinglan was full of hot smell. Her heart was beating fast, and when she turned her head, she found that the "most noble" Princess Ziyue in Nanyan was finally not as heartless as before. She had a pair of beautiful black eyes, and she kept staring at the field without blinking.

Xia Chuqi also sweated for him.

Again, countless people say so in their hearts.

He was doomed.

From the beginning of the Hongtai Dynasty, Dayan has been in the midst of war. Hong Taiye attaches great importance to martial arts and light literature, so except for a very small number of officials who are extravagant, most of the generals have some real talents, including Xia Tingde, if they go into battle, they can also fight. Before Yan Ergui became the commander of the 3,000 battalions, he had always been Zhao Zhu's personal guard, except for Chen Jing, Zhao Zhu's side was him. And Chen Jing is Nanyan's recognized martial champion, and he is still the only one who has won the martial arts exam all the way out of Dayan for several years, everyone knows how powerful he is, but not many people have really seen Yan's skills.

The competition on the willow shooting field began. The black wind ridden by Yan Ergui pouted his hooves, hissed, and took a few steps closer to the willow where the black kerchief was tied, this action provoked the blood-stained armor on his body to make a dull sonorous sound, and the blood on his arm once again seeped out of his clothes when he raised his bow and arrow, and people were shocked to see.

"Drive-"

The only difference is that Yan Ergui gambles on his life.

Xia Chuqi sat quietly on the high platform, only to feel that the blood in his body was boiling. That feeling is like watching my comrades-in-arms participate in the competition on behalf of the Red Thorn Special Combat Team in my previous life.

The atmosphere on the whole school field was solemn and solemn.

The willow shooting field was all ready to go to the green willow branch, and the soldiers of the two countries withdrew from the venue one after another, leaving the position of the willow shooting to Yan Ergui and Su He.

"Let's give the order to the mourning family! Two warriors, you can enter. ”

Xia Chuqi's heart was slightly sour, but the Empress Dowager smiled with satisfaction.

The world is changeable, and even Zhao Ziyue has learned to be obedient.

"The sons listen to the queen mother."

With red circles under her eyes, she let out an irritable "um" and withdrew her gaze from Yan Ergui.

But now it is different from the past, Hong Taiye, who can protect her, is still sleeping on the bed in the Qianqing Palace, she is not only herself now, she also has a maid, and the child is looking at her with a pair of black grape-like eyes. If the Empress Dowager makes a bad move, not only will she not be able to protect Yan Ergui, but she will probably not be able to protect it.

changed the usual, Zhao Ziyue was really not afraid of the Queen Mother.

Before she could finish speaking, the Empress Dowager coughed and interrupted her at the right time. Then, he sighed slowly and said with a smile, "Ziyue, your little girl's family, just be your bride with peace of mind." Don't worry about the other things, save yourself decently. ”

"Your Majesty!" Zhao Ziyue called again.

"Your Majesty!" In Zhao Ziyue's angry scolding, Yan Ergui was ruthless, and finally looked away, no longer looking at her angry appearance, "Please give an order to Your Majesty." ”

But he, still gambling on his life?

Speaking of which, it wasn't meant to be a fair game.

She had seen Su He's riding and archery skills before, even if Brother Ghost was not injured, he might not be able to defeat him, not to mention that he was now injured in the arm, and it was completely like an egg hitting a stone.

Even on the seventh day of the first summer, it was a cold sweat.

Not only her, but most of the people on the school field have this perception.

Zhao Ziyue must have thought that Yan Ergui was bound to lose.

She's protecting him.

A person whose name she can't even remember clearly, but said that she was willing to marry, and also said that people snatched love with a knife, which is very far-fetched for this reason. This time, not only the insiders on the field, but even the Beidi people who didn't know anything about the past between her and Yan Ergui finally heard the thoughts of this Ziyue princess.

"This princess is willing to marry Su Shizi, who allowed you to snatch love with a knife? Hurry up and get out of the way of this princess, so that you don't get angry when you look at you. ”

She is rude and willful, and when Emperor Hong Tai was there, no one in the entire government and the opposition dared to provoke her. Now even if Zhao Mianze succeeds to the throne, she can't change her insolence for a while, and others can't change her habit of seeing her insolence for a while.

"Presumptuous! If I say no, I won't. ”

Zhao Ziyue glared at him irritably.

"The princess is tired of me annoying me, it's mine, it's not mine. But ......," his eyelids slowly drooped, "this is my challenge to Suhe Shizi, and the princess should not interfere." ”

Even if he really loses his head for this, he is worth it.

Her words, like a glimmer of light, instantly illuminated his heart that had been silent for three years, and was forever sealed in hell because of self-blame and chagrin.

The sudden euphoria was enormous.

This little princess, who had conceived a daughter for him, but could only look at it from afar for a few years, was afraid that he would lose her life and spoke out in front of everyone to stop him.

His princess...... It's for him.

But the hearts of the two ghosts of Yan were beating violently.

No one thought that she would suddenly say this, and there was obviously a thick layer of disgust in her eyes when she looked at Yan Ergui. That hateful expression, as if seeing flies flying around, made countless people on the school field feel embarrassed for Yan Ergui.

"Your Majesty, since it's my marriage, I think I can say a few words myself, right? What the hell is this guy called, I think he hates it so much, and I'm tired of watching the willow shooting competition...... I am willing to marry that son of the world, and I don't want this ugly monster to fight with him and annoy people. ”

Anyway, no matter what others think, she looked at Zhao Mianze with a dark face.

"Who do you think you are? If you are not afraid of death, you will stake your head as a pig's head? But what if you don't have a head, what if you sneak up to scare the princess? No way! This princess did not allow it. ”

Zhao Ziyue's eyes were a little red, and her eyebrows were twisted, as if she had the courage to muster up her courage with great difficulty, and when she said it again, it sounded a little ruthless, but if you look closely, she is still the same Zhao Ziyue who is poor at scolding.

"The princess is angry."

Yan Ergui pursed his mouth tightly, and his clenched fists were wet with sweat, but he didn't move, he didn't look up, and he didn't look at Zhao Ziyue's expression, he just stood there stubbornly with his back straight.

Because the meaning of the words ...... It's so intriguing.

As soon as she said it, secretly, countless people were gasping.

"You are not afraid, but Princess Ben is very afraid."

"Why aren't you afraid?" Zhao Ziyue asked these three words softly, as if she was talking to herself, and as if she didn't want him to answer at all, she snorted coldly, changed her face suddenly, and smashed it in his direction with the blue and white tea cup in front of her.

"Back to the princess, Weichen is not afraid." He replied.

Yan Ergui's body stiffened slightly, and his expression was slightly stagnant. For a moment, he didn't dare to look at her dark eyes. Those eyes were too simple, too innocent, too simple, and not contaminated by the slightest impurity. Even if she has given birth to a daughter, she is still just a teenage naïve girl.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" She asked suddenly.

In her heart, she and him have always been 108,000 miles apart, and they will never be able to go together. If it weren't for Yaya's existence, she thought, she would have forced herself to forget that nightmare.

Zhao Ziyue actually hadn't looked at him for a long time. No, it should be said that she never looked at him squarely. Even in the spring-dreamy past three years ago and the back and forth of that past, she never lowered her head to look at this man seriously.

In the suppressed laughter of everyone, Yan Ergui felt slightly suffocated in his heart, and did not cover his injured and bleeding arm, but calmly looked at Zhao Ziyue on the high platform, his eyes did not blink. On his dark face, his facial features are delicate, and his sword eyebrows are starry, not as graceful and cold as Zhao Zhu, not as charming as Dongfang Qingxuan, not as graceful as Yuan You, not as brave and mighty as Chen Daniu, but there is a unique Zhilan Yushu's majestic spirit.

This princess Ziyue, if she doesn't speak, is a joke from the beginning.

There was a "hum" sound, and there was a breathless chuckle everywhere.

"Raise your head and let this princess see how amazing you are!"

Zhao Ziyue ignored him and only looked at Yan Ergui.

Zhao Mianze glanced sideways and smiled slightly, "What does the imperial aunt have to say?" ”

From the beginning of this willow shooting, which is closely related to her life's major event, to the present, she has never said a word of opposition or approval except for a few shouts of interest before. Now it is surprising to suddenly call a halt.

"Slow-" At this time, Zhao Ziyue's voice suddenly sounded.

"It's almost time, let's get started."

Zhao Mianze liked his words, raised his hand, and said with a smile.

After listening to him, the faces of everyone on the school field were different, and their eyes kept wandering between him and Su He. And those Nan Yan soldiers who had previously lost to Su He looked at Yan Ergui in disbelief and felt that this person was simply crazy.

When he said this, he almost put it to death and then came to life. Not only that, in order not to affect and implicate the relationship between Nan Yan and Beidi, he also exempted Su He from responsibility in advance, which can be regarded as daring and daring, and his actions are extremely magnificent.

Yan Ergui stood up slowly, bowed his hand, staggered his gaze, looked around at the crowd around him, and suddenly said loudly, "Let's compete with Su Heshizi today." If you lose, you will voluntarily leave your head, and you will have nothing to do with others. ”

"The son of the world is really refreshing!"