Zhou Hui knew that his father had decided to punish him. Emperor Wen wanted to explain that King Wu was not a special darling, and if he did something contrary to common sense, he would also have to bear all the consequences. Everyone knows that the strength of King Qi in the martial arts arena is compared to him, one is on the top floor of the palace in the sky, and the other is in the abyss at the bottom of the underground well. This contest of disparity in strength is basically equivalent to sentencing Li Zesi to death, and Emperor Wen will not pity the loser. He glanced apologetically at Li Zesi. The latter's face was tragic before righteousness.

It's just a public humiliation, of course Zhou Hui can bear it, but even if he is humiliated, he can't save Li Zesi's life, what's the use of enduring it? Li Zesi was instructed by him to take the risk to save a friend who was very important to him, all of this was instigated by his King Wu, if he did not give this kind of order, Li Zesi would stay in the mansion well, and would not be stabbed, and then step into the ghost door with one foot. It seems that it is only hard to get on the head. Zhou Hui was determined to carry everything on his shoulders.

After Zhou Ming heard his father's decision, he felt that it was not good, the winner or loser of this contest was decided early, and if he competed with Xiao Wu, he would have nothing to gain except to let himself be planted. He didn't care about the life and death of that Zhou Jiaren, and he still advised his father to stop this humiliating battle...... "Obey the holy will." But Father, can I choose the questions for the competition? "What?! Zhou Ming couldn't believe his ears. Little Five, are you crazy? Just you? Do you understand the difference between a knife and a gun? Do you still choose a topic?

What kind of system. This is the assessment of the current situation. Zhou Ju had bad intentions, his father was playful, Xiao Wu was confused, but he became a victim. However, the matter has come to this point, and looking at the above meaning, it will not cancel the order just now. Only play with the end. Forget it, Zhou Ming thought, he should be the father of entertainment. Giving up on himself, he replied in a deep voice: "Listen to the will of God." ”

Emperor Wen Dayue: "Okay, Xiao Wu, you choose, whatever you want." ”

Zhou Hui thought seriously for a while, and said clearly: "Archery." Li Zesi suddenly raised his head from the ground and looked at King Wu's back in disbelief. Except for him, everyone showed a hellish expression: Compare archery with the Qiwang? Shoot arrows with Zhou Ming, who can shoot down birds a hundred steps away when the horse is galloping? Zhou Ming didn't have any expression on his face. He thinks that Zhou Hui chose well, at least he can avoid flesh wounds. If Xiao Wu really got on the horse and picked up the gun, he didn't dare to guarantee that he would bring this younger brother back intact. If he accidentally breaks any bone and displeases his father, he will be even more worthy of the second child's heart. Archery avoids danger, and it is easier to release water, and the audience will quickly understand that they are showing humility to this younger brother.

Zhou Ming has this self-confidence, his archery skills are honed on the battlefield with a bowstring to shoot tens of thousands of arrows one by one, his arrows rarely shoot on the target, but are in the enemy's body. He can shoot enemy sentinels with his sense of hearing in the dark night when he can't see his fingers, he can aim at enemy generals in a storm, he doesn't need to be quiet, he doesn't need to be stable, he can adapt to all kinds of environments, as long as he can shoot down the opponent. And the first archery back to his father's court seemed so tedious—there was a trembling silence everywhere, and his brother, who was about to compete with him, grew taller than him, but kept his head down, and exuded an air of resignation and grievance.

Zhou Ming cast his gaze to the stands, where sat his other younger brothers, all of whom were dressed in a fashionable manner, with elegant manners, and their gestures showed their best cultivation. The few princes who shouted because of him were still just children, and he remembered that the youngest child seemed to be named Zhou Min. He waved his little fist and sat with a prince a little older than him, his face full of frenzy and confusion. Father, do you need me to educate them? The King of Qi walked to his horse and servants, pulled an arrow from a black quiver, and turned to face the high throne covered by a Chinese umbrella: But I can only protect them, but I cannot save them.

He turned to face the direction in which he had set up the target, closed his eyes and waited. Zhou Hui's bow and arrow were temporarily borrowed from the noble knights on the field, and there was only one embarrassed Li Zesi by his side. The latter's face was full of sorrow, and King Wu knew very well that it was not an expression of fear of death. As he was about to play, the Mystic whispered behind him, "Aren't you afraid of being discovered?" Zhou Hui didn't look back: "It doesn't matter." There was a sigh from behind. Zhou Hui suddenly turned around, with a sunny face: "It's just playing, why care." He stepped forward energetically and said loudly to the Qiwang, "Big brother, please go first." ”

Zhou Ming said in a deep voice: "How many arrows? "Five arrows." Zhou Ming looked at his younger brother squarely, and was surprised to find that the distress on King Wu's face had been swept away. Where did he get his faith? King Qi had an inexplicable anger in his heart, and coldly threw out a sentence: "Everything depends on you." As soon as the words fell, Zhou Ming had already recognized the string, and it seemed that he didn't aim at all, and shot an arrow. In the blink of an eye, the target shook slightly, and the attendant who watched the target flew over, and immediately galloped back and kowtowed upward: "Your Highness is hitting the bull's-eye." ”

Zhou Hui's two eyes were always staring directly at his eldest brother's movements, and he didn't seem to be interested in the target and the result. It wasn't until King Qi coughed that he came over tomorrow and began to draw his bow slowly. The young nobleman who lent King Wu the bow and arrow watched from behind, and suddenly screamed softly, and the friend next to him swept over with an inquiring look, and he whispered in his ear: "I usually can't pull the bow." The friend looked surprised: "Then you lent it to the Fifth Highness?" This person looked confused: "Anyway, he is not angry at playing tricks on His Royal Highness, I originally wanted to see the lively ......"

But the truth is that Zhou Hui bowed the full moon without difficulty, he just didn't know how to put the arrow correctly. He struggled to think about it for a moment before he got the arrow in the right place, and then let go of his hand haphazardly. The arrow fell on the ground a dozen paces away. The audience snickered. The Qi King looked at it in disgust and turned his head away. King Wu laughed happily at himself, and he even came up to his eldest brother, scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Big brother, you shoot slowly, I'm studious." ”

Zhou Ming didn't want to deal with this pathetic brother anymore, he slowed down his movements with self-deprecation, and still had an arrow like a meteor, nailed to the bull's-eye by a fraction of a second. King Wu really figured out the posture of the arrow, he set up the arrow decently, this time the arrow advanced a lot, and fell to the ground two steps away from the target. The third arrow of the Qi King shot more slowly, and the third arrow of the King of Wu whizzed past the target. Li Zesi looked at King Wu with good eyes, he could already guess what would happen next.

Shen Luo in the stands slammed the tea in his hand on the table, with an angry face. He also knew exactly what King Wu wanted to do, but it was one of the last things he wanted.

When Zhou Ming was about to raise his bow and arrow for the fourth time, there was a commotion behind him - Emperor Wen stepped down from the high platform and came behind them. After accepting the gifts from his two sons, Emperor Wen asked King Qi with a smile: "Not bad." What do you think of your fifth brother? "For many years, Zhou Ming has always been very clever in speaking. But this time, a phrase came out of his mouth like an evil spirit: "If he can shoot a bull's-eye arrow, I will admit defeat." ”

Emperor Wen smiled but did not answer. The people around them all laughed in agreement, most of them with contempt. And no one noticed that Zhou Hui's lips suddenly showed a thin smile of relief. Li Zesi was relieved, he knew that he was saved. King Wu's fourth arrow hit the target, and it was still a long way from the bull's-eye. Li Zesi and Shen Luo could see clearly, although he was still pretending that he was shooting in a mess, but from the second arrow, Zhou Hui's movements had no hesitation, and all the minor mistakes had been corrected. Soon, he was like a copy of the Qiwang, no, even better, more precise, he was gradually improving Zhou Ming's posture, he avoided superfluous subconscious showing off, and his force was more concentrated. The most important thing is that King Wu does not have any old injuries on his body, he is healthy and young, and he will not be bothered in the slightest.

When Shen Luo first met King Wu, he was an eight-year-old boy who had opened the belly of a wild boar with a dagger with his bare hands—he was just trying to imitate a hunt that had just ended. Shenluo has not told anyone, and he does not plan to say it in the future. Because King Wu has forgotten. The massacre of the year, and the bloody encounter. Do you want to watch him recreate the scene of the past? Shen Luo Huoran stood up and walked away. Fifth arrow. Zhou Ming deviated a little from the bull's-eye. Once the tense nerves are loosened, the fatigue of the martial arts just now, the pain of the old wounds, and the stiffness of the joints caused by the perennial rush will all rush up like a tide. However, the Qi King didn't care, he didn't believe that his brother could draw the big lottery.

Zhou Hui's body continued to shake back and forth uncoordinatedly, and everyone thought he was a layman. Only Li Zesi knew that he might have been just now, but now, archery is as good as a candy blower, a painting, and a poem. He would be better than anyone else. The fifth arrow, impartial, pierces the heart with one arrow. The moment the arrow left the string, Zhou Hui stumbled on his left foot and squatted on his right. By the time the arrow was planted in front of the target, he was already lying on the ground with a disgraced face. There was an uproar, and then there was silence. Everyone's faces are full of green, and they don't know what expression to use to face - can there be more good luck than this, stumbling and accidentally hitting the bull's-eye?

A moment later, Emperor Wen's hearty laughter rang out, and he couldn't be more happy. Hearing his laughter, the others reluctantly laughed along, but laughter had the ability to be contagious, and soon, the audience was jubilant, and the bloody murderous aura that permeated the audience was swept away. Emperor Wen personally reached out and dragged Zhou Hui up from the soil, patted the soil on his robe for him, and said to Zhou Ming with a smile on his face: "It seems that there is a virtue in heaven, so let's stop here." Zhou Hui took the opportunity to hold his father's arm and put on a standard dog posture: "I will definitely make amends to my eldest brother another day, and I won't dare to do it again, I was really scared to death just now." ”

Zhou Ming adjusted his expression back to normal, and bowed to his father: "The fifth brother has advanced in martial arts, and he is worried about his father." Emperor Wen patted him on the shoulder with his other hand: "That's the best." You are injured, go back and recuperate, don't move your muscles and bones, Tianyuan City can't be without a day. There was love in the words. King Qi knew that this was his father's hint that he was the son he could rely on.

That's enough. Zhou Ming grabbed his father's arm and followed closely behind him. The nobles and commoners inside and outside the arena saluted in unison, and the sound of a tsunami swept the entire martial arts arena. Emperor Wen walked into the field where the hoof prints were messy and full of weapons, and nodded to call out to the blue-armored man who had been standing in the corner for a long time.

He was a young man with a long body and a movement as light as a cat. When he took off his helmet, he revealed a delicate and soft face, and it was completely impossible to tell that he was the murderous and swift warrior just now. He knelt in front of Emperor Wen, his two dark eyes drooping, his attitude was deferential, his demeanor was elegant, and he could see that he was well-educated. Emperor Wen stared at his face for a while, as if he remembered something, but in the end he just nodded approvingly: "The talent that can be created will be of great use in the future." ”

Immediately, he said a word to the attendant beside him and turned away. Someone shouted in his place that the exercise ended there—no victor was announced. The thunderous cry sounded again on the field, sending Emperor Wen off. The attendant who was instructed to stay behind and asked the blue-armored man, "Where do you want to stay?" Pick and choose. "Extremely generous treatment. The blue-armored man looked down and thought for a moment, and replied, "I've already thought about it. Thank you, Your Majesty, Long. ”

Leaving behind the bewildered attendants, he turned over and ran straight to Zhou Ming, who was leaving, easily pushing away several attendants with big shoulders and round waists, and when he moved forward, a masked giant in black was in front of him, and this person was densely covered with fierce sword qi on Zhou's body. But the blue-armored man didn't care at all, and his steps were still light, and he was about to jump over the head of the black-clothed giant with a little bit of ground. The giant's reaction was equally agile, and he had already retreated at the same time as he had just jumped, still blocking in front of Zhou Ming. At the same time, in the giant's wide sleeve, something like a black viper flashed by.

The Qi King stretched out his hand and pushed the black-clothed giant aside, revealing himself, and the blue-armored man knelt down in front of him with a thud: "Your Highness, stay here!" The black-clad giant was stopped by his master, and the black snake-like thing disappeared from his sleeve. The Qi King lowered his head and asked, "What's the matter?" The blue-armored man looked straight at the Qi King with a smile: "Your Highness has no people, and the villain recommends a pommel horse." Zhou Ming smiled angrily, pressed the person next to him for the second time, and replied flatly: "What's your use?" "What's the use of that faceless man behind His Highness, who has a sword blade and nothing in his head?"

In an instant, a black ghostly light burst out from Zhou Ming's side, stabbing at the face door of the blue-armored man, who did not hide, just watched straight. When Zhou Ming pinched the tip of the black sword like lightning, the sharp blade was only half an inch away from the blue-armored man's eyes. King Qi spoke in a deep voice: "Ugly cow, don't be provoked. The wind brought by the sword qi blew away the mask of the giant behind Zhou Ming, and it was indeed a hideous and strange face with violent facial features but no skin. After hearing Zhou Ming's words, the strange man called "Ugly Cow" withdrew the strange black sword wrapped around his arm and retreated. The Qiwang changed the subject: "You are very guts, can you report your name?" ”

A bright smile swept across the face of the blue-armored man like a spring breeze, he looked at Zhou Ming's face, and seemed to look at the distant void, and said loudly: "Xia Ling." Zhou Ming thought that there was something wrong with his ears, and asked, "What?" Xia Ling took a step forward and read clearly: "The bitter summer is sad at night, and the dream is cold Jiang Ling." The Qi King was like a lightning strike, his frozen expression collapsed, and he grabbed Xia Ling and almost dragged him up from the ground: "Sure enough, it's you?" Xia Ling still had a light smile: "You haven't forgotten yet." Zhou Ming's voice faltered: "I have never forgotten it. So come with me. ”

The ugly cow looked suspiciously at his master's actions, his mind full of doubts, but habit made him keep his mouth shut. He could only watch Xia Ling, a frivolous kid, follow King Qi in a few words, and instantly establish an unbreakable trust. I don't know what's going on, he seems to have faintly smelled some kind of unsettling aura from Xia Ling. That's the smell of the beast. Beneath that soft exterior, I don't know how many fangs are ready to move.

Zhou Ju led people out of the martial arts arena, came to his convoy, and saw Shen Luo drinking tea alone in a makeshift pergola. Zhou Ju shook his fan and stepped forward, Shen Luo did not stand up to greet him, but watched as the second prince also sat down, and all the doormen and attendants stood around the two of them. Zhou Ju picked up Shenluo's teapot and poured himself a bowl: "I didn't see you when I was gone, and I thought you were gone." ”

Shen Luo replied, "It doesn't mean anything, I'll come out and wait first." "I mean, you're completely gone." "No, it won't." Shen Luo looked at the tea leaves that sank to the bottom of the cup, "I want to give the second highness the wind." "What's the reason for that blue guy?" Why did he leave with the Qi King? "I'll find out." "Don't keep me waiting." Zhou Juhuo stood up, flipped the tea to the ground, and looked angry when he turned around, "I don't like this guy!" "You're talking about the Fifth Highness." Shen Luo was not frightened by his anger, "The Fifth Highness has always been very lucky. "I know this better than you. Since he was a child, he has been the luckiest one, and I want to see when this luck will end! ”

Shen Luo stood up slowly: "As long as his luck is not transmitted to His Highness, it's fine." Zhou Ju endured it for a moment, waited for his qi and blood to stabilize, and then asked: "Who is Xiao Wu's doorman, why have I never seen it." "I don't know either. Probably new here. Zhou Juhu looked at Shen Luo's face suspiciously, and the latter was full of sincerity.

"Forget it, go back and think about it. Anything else? "Woo-sama has been waiting over there for a long time." Hearing this name, Zhou Ju's expression became solemn: "Do you still want money?" "Probably." The Winged King nodded tiredly: "Tell him to get into my car, say on the way." After a pause, he looked at the distant place behind Shen Luo and sighed slightly, and read in a very low voice: "It's not that I don't give it, it's really someone who is hindering it for an excuse." When the people in the venue were almost gone, Zhou Hui, who had always maintained a flattering smile, finally relaxed, and when he returned to his car, he studied Li Zesi's wounds: "Fortunately, it didn't hurt the bones, just flesh wounds." ”

Li Zesi frowned and said nothing. "Don't be angry! We've finally done a great job to save lives! After a while, Li Zesi said in a muffled voice: "It's too dangerous." "Alas, I'm really sorry, I apologize to you......" "I'm not talking about me!" Li Zesi looked around at no one, and finally launched a rush, and shouted at King Wu in a low voice: "Do you know, what if His Highness's horse steps on you?" At that time, I didn't dare to do any more spells! King Wu was like a child who had done something wrong, bowing vigorously and apologizing: "Next time, I will never do such a brainless thing again, I promise." ”

Knowing that it was useless to say it to this kind of person, Li Zesi twisted his head to the side, closed his eyes and began to treat himself. King Wu stared at the wound as it slowly dried up automatically, and then asked, "Where is she now?" "It's mixed in with the attendants, and it's probably in the car behind." Wu Wanggang wanted to stop, but was kicked back by Li Zesi: "You are careful of being discovered." Let's talk about it when I go home and see Wenwen later. ”

I don't know when Li Zesi found himself accustomed to calling the three county lords of Wenfu "Wenwen" and his master King Wu "you". It all seemed to happen naturally, and the identity barrier between them seemed to disappear overnight. This should be a good thing. Li Zesi thought. The carriages of the princes galloped lightly towards their respective mansions. And King Wu and his entourage went straight to Da Situ Mansion. Still a long way off, there was a servant watching the wind, and when he saw them returning, he immediately flew into the house, and the door was quickly opened to welcome them in, and then it was closed tightly.

Zhou Hui got out of the carriage, and together with Li Zesi, he led out a person from the carriage behind, got rid of all the attendants, and the three of them went straight to the inner courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard stood two young girls, both with anxious expressions. One of them was shorter, very thin, but with an inverted triangular hibiscus face, two black crow eyebrows flying obliquely into the sideburns, a pair of apricot-like beautiful eyes, watery pupils with pale gray, a high nose bridge, beautiful curved lips, shaved shoulders and willow waist, looking from a distance, the whole person was extremely eye-catching, beautiful not like a mortal figure. It's just that right now, the whole face is cloudy, and a mountain rain is about to burn with anger.

The other was more ordinary, slightly taller, with a rounded contour, and the only conspicuous thing was a tuft of red hair on his forehead, tightly braided in a bun, and although he didn't look angry, he was anxious enough. Seeing them enter, the taller girl stepped forward and slammed the door of the inner courtyard shut, only then turned around and said, "Okay, it's safe!" The third person other than Zhou Hui and Li Zesi, after hearing this, suddenly threw the headscarf into the flower pond and shouted happily: "My mother! It's an escape!! Underneath the turban was a face flushed with excitement. The eyebrows are clear and beautiful, the contours are beautiful, only the three shallow neat scars on the forehead have some impact on the view, although the eyebrows are resolute, but after all, they exude the breath of a woman - a woman.

When the short girl saw it, she immediately scolded her: "You give me a little bit!" I've had enough!! The red-haired girl stopped her with a sad face and persuaded, "Second sister, you can forgive the eldest sister." "Never forgive! It's enough to run to the martial arts arena alone, and we have to hide it together, and we are scared, what it means must be that something must have happened! I know it as soon as I see it! "Alright, alright." "What a good thing! Let me tell you Wenwen, don't think that it's great to be the boss, do you have muscles in your brain? Do you know how anxious we are here?! ”

"Second sister, don't say a word......" "Wenwen, shut up for me!" Not only did you not stop him, but you also let His Highness the Fifth Highness come up with a bad idea and take the wrong medicine! You let His Highness the Fifth tell me if something happened on the martial arts field! Zhou Hui finally interjected in the stormy accusation: "Yan Yan, no...... No accident......"

The beautiful Wen Yan was so angry that there was a red line in his eyes: "Which one are you bluffing?" The tiger's mouth on his hands was cracked, the dirt was left on his ears, and his gums were bleeding. ”

Sharp to the point of terrifying insight, this is the extremely clever second county lord of the Wen Mansion, Wen Yan's excellence. Of course, her violent temper of yelling and yelling at every turn makes her even more different. And in the eye of the storm, the main object of being scolded by her head and face is her sister, the boss of the Wen Mansion, Wenwen. She was the tallest of the three sisters, and she looked two circles wider than her sisters, with a thin waist, full and well-developed limbs, and was obviously overly strong compared to girls of her age, and even her walking posture and voice were full of strength. But in the face of the second sister's stormy accusations, she could only cower behind the third sister's back, looking aggrieved and unwilling, and she didn't even have the courage to refute.

Yes, she is the knight who wears Zhou armor and stays to the end in the martial arts arena full of masters. It was she who avoided all the attacks, rescued the giant who was knocked off the horse by Zhou Ming, and threw Li Li off the horse in one fell swoop to confront the Qi King. When Wen Yan was almost roaring and stopped to breathe, Wen Yu cautiously spoke: "That...... I made it to the end...... Wen Yan slashed her eyes: "What's not the last in the end, did you fall!" "Ugh...... Be. "Then give me less nonsense!" Wenwen hurriedly came over to the round: "Sister, tell me what's going on, are you injured?" ”

Speaking of this, Wen Yu finally couldn't control it, and his eyebrows flew and he began to talk. It turned out that all these incidents originated from Wen Yu's accidental overhearing of his father's conversation about martial arts. That was a month ago, but when she learned that civilians were allowed to sign up this time, the great county lord, who had always been able to train the law with great strength, was immediately itched. She didn't tell others, she just secretly trained horses, bought weapons and armor, dressed up as a man to practice in the suburbs every day, and even hired a few retinues, bought off relevant people, etc., and swaggered outside when she signed up, stunned that she was not seen by others.

She didn't tell anyone - her father would never agree, the second sister is too fine and very nervous, the third sister is normal, but unfortunately too rational. But she was very lucky, just in time for her second sister Wen Yan, who was discerning, had a heart attack, lying on the bed crying and making trouble, and had no time to pay attention to her. It wasn't until two days before she was ready to perform martial arts that Wen Yan felt better, went out for a turn, and found the eldest sister's abnormal movement at a glance, so she leaked the secret. In order to close Wen Yan's mouth, Wen Yu almost tried his best to coerce and seduce, but the two younger sisters were still frightened and depressed by the crazy sister, and Wen Wen finally decided to compromise, and after appeasing Wen Yan, he asked Wen Yu to propose a foolproof security plan. Wen Yu's poor little cautious eye was enough, so he had to accept the third sister's condition: let Zhou Hui participate in this matter and cover it up for her.

At the critical moment, the three girls still chose to trust the most unreliable prince. This flattered Zhou Hui, but for him to figure out how to deal with the worst, he still had to find someone else, that is, Li Zesi. The so-called worst-case scenario is that Wen Yu loses and his identity is exposed on the spot. Therefore, it is necessary to come up with a suitable way to allow Wen Yu to exit quickly and secretly in case of loss or even serious injury, and it cannot attract the attention of the hundreds of people present.

Li Zesi listened to King Wu's request, his eyes were glazed, and he just wanted to hang himself with a rope. But being stared at by the eight eyes, the mystic knew that he had to bite the bullet. After thinking about it all night, Li Zesi really devised a plan: he borrowed one of Wen Yu's underwear and asked Wen Yu to bring one of his belts, and on the two items, Li Zesi applied a powerful technique - as long as there was an accident, Li Zesi could rely on these two props to forcibly exchange the bodies of the two people in the air.

After hearing this, Wenwen sighed and asked, "What if my sister falls off the horse and someone happens to want to kill her?" Li Zesi's answer was very indifferent: "Then next year today, you can put two more incense sticks on my grave." Zhou Hui stepped forward with emotion and grabbed Li Zesi's hand: "I won't let them kill you!" Li Zesi shook off his hand: "Your Highness find me a place with a good view, and I will closely observe the field at any time." "By the time everything was done, it was already the morning of the battlefield exercise. In order to find a suitable place for Li Zesi to observe and cast spells, Zhou Hui used all his connections and finally chose a place at the last moment, and after placing the secret warlock, King Wu had to be cheeky and late in public.

Wen Yu went to the battlefield without hesitation. When he really came to the field, Wen Yu found that the scene was too different from what he imagined. The divine power that she has always been proud of is insignificant among professional martial artists, and she can only barely keep herself from falling behind. In the initial scuffle, she survived by relying solely on her superior dodge ability. Yes, Wen Yu didn't expect that his innate agility would become a real savior. She could dodge the three knives attacking at the same time without looking back, make unbelievable turns in the gallop, leap up and fall back to the horse's back, hold the stirrup with one leg and hide it under the horse's belly before coming up from the other side.

All these escape tactics had led her to escape so many times that in the end many people thought she was on an empty horse, and that the knight on it did not exist at all—if it was really Li Zesi in that armor, the mystic would have died in less than a quarter of an hour. In this way, Wen Yu miraculously supported until the second half, until she saw that the giant man was knocked off the horse by Zhou Ming. Wen Yu witnessed Zhou Ming's blow when he fell into the well, and he was a little dizzy for a while. There was one thing she didn't tell her two younger sisters, let alone Zhou Hui and Li Zesi, and even kept her mouth shut when she enthusiastically talked about her experience in the martial arts arena. That's the real reason why she's so desperate to play. She had always wanted to see someone. Since I was very young, I thought about it day and night, and I never forgot it.

The eldest prince Qi King Zhou Ming. When Zhou Ming led his troops to leave Tianyuan to conquer the frontier, he was already a seventeen-year-old adult. Zhou Hui was twelve years old, Wen Yu was ten years old, Wen Yan was nine years old, and Wen Wen was seven years old. In Zhou Ming's eyes, they all looked like little kids. He just stepped in to stop these little boys from doing anything when they couldn't stand the noise. For example, during a group fight, the parties were knocked to the ground with an iron wrist. When Wen Yu was eight years old, he had a fight with Zhou Jing, the sixth prince. The reason was that Zhou Jing ridiculed her for being too stupid. Wen Yu won easily, but several of Zhou Jing's chaperones rushed up and pushed her down from the upper floor.

Third floor. Wen Yu didn't grasp the railing, but his forehead hit the tiles, and the blood flowed and fell straight down. At that time, it happened to be Zhou Ming who happened to pass downstairs, and he easily caught Wen Yu. immediately clamped her under her armpit, rushed to the third floor, pulled out a sword from her waist, and killed Zhou Jing's companion in front of everyone. Zhou Jing fainted in fright, but Wen Yu didn't, she looked at the blood of those boys splashed on the spot, and her little heart suddenly burst into joy.

There was a man who was willing to hack other people to death for her. This is enough for her to fall in love in this life. She suddenly felt that she had grown up. Even if it's for this person, she has to grow up. Two years later, Zhou Ming left Tian Yuan. Wen Yu stared at him for two years, and she felt that the time was so short. And then it took a long time. Wen Yu is not as smart as her sister, and in a sense she is a little too realistic, she thinks that if she wants to be alone, she must become like him, even if it is infinitely close. Every night she touched the scars on her forehead from the scratches of the tiles and secretly swore that one day, she would stand by that man's side instead of being like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered under his armpit.

Wen Yu asked her father, Wen Cheng, to hire a martial arts teacher for her. Her father thought she was just for fun, but after teaching her, the teachers told Wen Cheng that your daughter is not playing, she is a genius. After Wen Yu was ten years old, he stopped fighting with the princes for fear of hurting them. She spent five full years exercising her muscles, she could lift a two-hundred-pound stone lock, wield a hundred-pound long weapon like eating with chopsticks, and go out in the middle of the night to sneak over the wall, and she could circle Tianyuan City three times in one go. She struggles to learn skills that transcend the limits of women's bodies, just so that one day she can get close to her hero.