To ascend to the throne, King Yan faced three major rivals: the crown prince Zhu Biao, the king of Qin Zhu Zhang, and the king of Jin Zhu Biao.

As for the other princes, they were either unambitious, greedy for pleasure, or cowardly, and could not possibly pose any threat to the throne.

The biggest obstacle is, of course, the crown prince Zhu Biao, who Hongshi must get rid of, and this is the only place where he is dissatisfied with his plan.

Zhu Biao is kind to the Li family, and once saved the Li family once, can he really be ruthless and do something to Zhu Biao?

Although he had cultivated a hard-hearted heart, his kind nature couldn't help but question his behavior, so he had to cross this knot that could not be untied for the time being, and looked at Zhu Zhang, the king of Qin, and Zhu Rong, the king of Jin.

The strength of the kings of Qin and Jin should not be underestimated.

Although they all had major negligence and were severely punished by Zhu Yuanzhang, the succession to the throne could change dramatically in an instant.

Because the forces brewing on all sides are not always exposed. When people see the established facts, the forces behind them will surface, or they will still be lurking in the depths.

Gu Hongshi knew very well that he had to remove all obstacles that could become the Yan King Zhu Di's ascension to the throne, even if it seemed to be nothing at the moment.

After kowtowing to the Heavenly Queen Ma and admitting that she could not fulfill her last words, Gu Hongshi set off for Xi'an with King Yan.

In the early morning, the sky only revealed a little fish belly white, and the fighting cocks in the chicken workshop couldn't bear it.

They stretch their necks and, after singing a song as is customary, begin to comb their feathers.

It's not because they're superficial. Feathers are a powerful weapon for cockfighting.

Their aesthetic is somewhat different, and they don't like their hair to be too long and dense. On the battlefield, thick feathers can be dangerous for them.

However, they can't pluck their feathers, and the majesty and murderous aura of conquering everything will sometimes surge out of their feathers, scaring each other into urinating.

After tidying up their appearance, they start eating.

Today their food is very special, it is a bug that has never been seen before, and it looks small, but they believe that it is definitely the most nutritious breakfast.

They not only trust the chef, but also worship him.

When they first arrived at the palace, they were thin and small, and they were often bullied by other chickens.

But after a month or two, the flesh on their bodies swells up like a sandbag, which is terrifying.

On the battlefield, sometimes there is no reason to fight, but as long as you think of their chefs, you must fight to the death.

A huge banner hangs on the famous cockfighting platform in Xi'an.

The six gilt characters "Four Seas Cockfighting Competition" glittering in the sun welcomed the contestants and spectators from all over the world.

There is hardly a single household in Xi'an that does not love cockfighting. Since the kings of Qin all love cockfighting, what reason do the people of Qin have to refuse such a fascinating hobby.

The rich raise real chickens, the poor play fake chickens, and if they don't mix well, they will entertain themselves, and if they mix well, they may even be promoted and rich.

Before the start of the competition, the Ming Dynasty, as a state of etiquette, naturally had to show the overseas subjects the wealth of the people of the Central Plains and the strength of the Ming Dynasty.

Since this is a cockfighting competition, then the cockfighting shows the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty.

Cockfighting can show the top eighteen kinds of martial arts, which is equivalent to expressing the hospitality and ability of the people of the Central Plains.

A handsome young man in his twenties, armed with a long whip with white feathers, dressed in a brocade robe, and cowhide boots, led three rows of roosters into the field.

The white, green, and red roosters are evenly divided, scrappy but polite, and they know that this is not the time to win or lose.

The small corolla was straight, the straight and pointed beak rushed to the sky, and the two big claws slapped the ground sonorously and powerfully, and the majestic momentum seemed to be a fierce horse entering the cockfighting ring.

After standing in the center of the cockfighting ring, the young man waved his long whip and drew a circle in the air.

The white rooster standing in the first row on the outside left the line, and the green rooster in the next queue followed, and then the red rooster next door also followed, and then it was the turn of the white rooster, the green rooster and the red rooster in the second row...... They all followed the first white chicken in a circle, like a three-colored, undulating garland.

"Wow! It's amazing! ”

"This chicken is almost like a human!"

"The chickens trained in the palace are just different!"

"Our Central Plains cockfighting is decided!"

The people of Xi'an applauded, and the foreign guests looked at each other.

Amid thunderous applause, the cockfighters rearranged themselves in three rows, staring intently at the long whip in the young man's hand.

Their eyes are bathed in the sunlight that shines through the gaps in the feathers of the whip, proud and happy.

They represent the Central Plains cockfighting, highlight the prosperity and strength of the Han nation, and promote harmony between cross-species species.

The young man again wielded the whip in different positions, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes upward, sometimes downward.

The Central Plains cockfights are fast but not chaotic, serious and humorous, cautious and passionate.

They are like dancing beauties, like famous actors on the stage, calm and passionate.

Eventually, they let people know the chivalrous tenderness and arrogance of chickens.

The competition has officially begun, and the teams are ready.

According to the results of the draw, the Japanese cockfighting and the Goryeo cockfighting will be decided first, and the winner will compete with the winner between the Central Plains cockfighting and the Chen Dynasty cockfighting for the championship of the Four Seas Cockfighting Competition.

The cockfights are eager to try, glaring at the fierce eyes and patting their thick paws, while also not forgetting to test the balance of their tails.

Japanese fighting cocks belong to short chickens, and the Japanese are not particular about the color of their plumage, perhaps they are not particular.

Most chickens have variegated feathers and look like their unusual-looking domestic chickens.

The Goryeo fighting is tall and burly, similar in size to the Central Plains fighting, and its plumage is all purple.

Although the purple fighting can be regarded as the best among the Central Plains fighting cocks, the selection of the Central Plains fighting cocks is by no means limited to the color of the feathers.

Because the people of the Central Plains know that people cannot be disguised, and the same is true for cockfighting. If you don't want to lose more excellent cockfighting, you must look a little broader.

The Japanese bantam chicken plays from the left side, and the Korean purple chicken plays from the right side.

When the bantam saw that he was a head shorter than his opponent, he not only did not get afraid, but aroused a kind of anger.

"Oh!" It tilted its head, pulled its neck, and burst out of its throat with a long, uninterrupted high-pitched sound.

It watched with satisfaction as its voice rushed into the sky, which was its height. Who cares about an opponent who is only a head taller?

The purple chicken shook its wings twice, jumped up and down slightly, and turned away, so that its long purple and white sickle feathers were pointed at the chicken.

It scoffs at the childish behavior of the bantam. It's not about who's voice is higher, and it's not necessarily about being at a disadvantage.

The bantam chicken saw his opponent angrily throwing his worst tail at him, and flew up and pounced on the purple chicken.

Three feet away, its claws only lightly touched the ground. If it is a stream that is neither wide nor narrow, then it can definitely fly to the opposite bank with the help of duckweed, and not become a chicken in the soup.

Seeing that the opponent was fierce and abnormal, the purple chicken suddenly attacked, and it concluded that it was the opponent who was confused.

Its small strategy was a huge success, and it was so excited that it spun around the ground and waited for its opponent to come to the door.

Two feet away from the purple chicken, the dwarf chicken pounced on the purple chicken like an eagle catching a chick.

It's a pity that it's not an eagle, and a purple chicken isn't a chick.

The purple chicken flashed lightly, and the short chicken pounced.

Applause and cheers poured into the cockfighting ring from all directions like a tide.

The bantam was even more annoyed, and it concluded that the applause was for its opponent.

It doesn't understand how ignorant human beings always applaud when they shouldn't, applaud when they shouldn't. The purple chicken actually won applause by dodging, this is an extremely cowardly act, what is there to cheer for it?

The purple chicken still didn't attack, the audience thought it didn't want to take advantage of the danger, and the short chicken thought that it would continue to play tricks on itself and make it ugly.

The dwarf chicken was furious, and flew up like a lightning speed and slashed at the purple chicken, the hard scales on the bright leg had shown no hesitation, and he had to beat the skin of the hand.

This time, the purple chicken did not shy away, and since its gentlemanly demeanor did not win the respect of its opponents, it decided to retaliate.

The purple chicken swept one leg and hit the bright leg of the short chicken.

The two bright legs collided hard, and the short chicken finally knew the strength of the purple chicken - the purple chicken's kicking strength was stronger than it, and the scales on the bright legs were harder than it.

While the dwarf chicken is kicked to the ground by the whirlwind force, it sees not darkness, but light.

Chickens, where there are strengths, there are weaknesses. The dwarf chicken firmly believes that attacking from the top, that is, with its mouth, will definitely be able to subdue the purple chicken.

The dwarf tenaciously twisted and stood up, his left leg staggering a little, but he didn't care at all, and the vitality of his whole body was ready for the awl-like mouth.

It holds a weapon and looks for a target.

Due to the size of the site, it turned around several times in the same place, but still did not find the purple chicken. The purple chicken has been following it all the time, spinning in circles with it.

There was another burst of laughter from the audience.

What happened to those people? The bantam stomped his aching left leg twice to prove that he was unharmed.

A sharp pain that pierced the heart unexpectedly spread through the chicken's body, and then they gathered together and blossomed in its brain like a bomb.

Blood flowed down its corolla and the top of its head, obscuring its vision.

Its yellow eyes turned orange, and its black pupils turned purple.

The bantam staggered to the entrance area, hoping for its owner to help it wipe off the obscuring eyes.

A short figure rushed to the cockfighting ring, ran to the right side of the field, and picked up the object of his heart.

The purple chicken wiped the blood from his mouth on the ground and looked apologetically at the opponent who was struggling in his master's arms.

The game had to be won and lost, but that didn't dampen its sympathy.

Once again, the people generously gave applause to the Goryeo Purple Chicken, cheering for it as if it were their glory.