Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Colosseum (2)

Seeing that Ying Guang agreed so happily, Danmu Tu's eyes showed a look of approval, and for the first time he looked at the young man in front of him, the age was just the same as his son, the figure was slender, and there was nothing surprising about his medium appearance, but he answered so much that people couldn't have the slightest doubt, couldn't he see that this gambling fight was very unfavorable to him?

Seeing that Mutu showed an inquiring look, Ying Guang asked generously: "If there is anything you want to ask, just say it, seeing that you are an elder, I will not scold you!" ”

Mumutu was even more curious, this Qin general did not regard himself as an enemy, nor as a nobleman, but only as an elder, thinking that answering the elder's question should be taken for granted, and he no longer hesitated at the moment, and opened his mouth to ask: "You are a smart person, you must know that this gambling rule is very unfavorable to you, why did you agree so happily?" ”

"It's actually quite simple. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info one, you are the master, we are the guests, the host has set the rules, the guests are not allowed, that is, there is no face for the host, and we Qin people disdain to do things that are against the guest. Second, the Qin people are still martial, and it is interesting to have challenges, if it is boring, we will look down on you, and the style of the Chu people is that of the Chu people, and we have nothing to do. Third, only the strong can make rules, we live here, but there are only about 100 people, and your Yue's population is hundreds of thousands, although I am arrogant but not brainless to the point of hitting a stone with an egg, since I can't dodge, then we should be generous, not to mention that winning or losing is still between the two, and admitting defeat is not my true color. ”

Listening to Ying Guang talking eloquently, Mu Tu's mind is turning fast, in the Yue Clan, he and Su Yi are one scholar and one martial artist, which can be described as Gerumu's right-hand man, and the thoughts of the head people are like a mirror in their hearts, in recent years, the national strength of Daqin has been thriving, and young talents have emerged in an endless stream, not to mention the up-and-coming Bai Qi and Wang Qian, even a small general has such courage. Look at his son again, he only knows how to bully men and women all day long, Wen Taowu is not very clear, but he is proficient in eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling. Su Yi's son was even more unconscious, and he even took the family general to rob the princess! Counting on your fingers, there is no one in the younger generation who can be called a leader. The head man has no ambition to grow his own clan, but unfortunately there is no one available except for these veterans. Today's Yue Clan can still form an alliance with the Qin State, but one day, the declining Yue Clan will eventually become the bag of Great Qin.

Thinking of this, my heart was inevitably sad, and when I saw my son's gloating eyes, he seemed to think that the Qin people would lose, and his chest was even more bored, so he didn't say more, turned over and got on his horse and took the guards.

In this way, under the deliberate spread of well-intentioned people, the gambling battle between the Proton Mansion and the Wanjun Mansion suddenly spread all over the streets and alleys of the Yueshi Royal City, whether it was the merchants who came and went or the local residents, they were all happily discussing winning or losing, and the remote Great Qin Proton Mansion successfully attracted countless attention. It seems that there is no need to monitor anymore, and the last few sentinels are evacuated one after another under the gaze of everyone, as for what happens in the Proton Mansion in the future, it is not the concern of these small people.

The Colosseum in the north of the royal city has been in use for about 200 years, when the Yue clan was strong, and Grummu's great-grandfather once led his troops all the way to the west, sweeping dozens of tribes large and small, until they reached the edge of the desert before stopping. To commemorate his martial prowess, Grum's great-grandfather gathered countless slaves and built a huge Colosseum on the flat prairie. More than 200 years of wind and rain erosion have eroded the originally leveled walls into potholes, but this behemoth that has concentrated the efforts of countless people still stands, and it is still overcrowded every festival or competition.

Watching Ying Guang and the others walk into the underground of the Colosseum, Moyin helped Xia Ji to walk up to the throne, Grumu sat in the middle, and the dignitaries in the court sat on both sides, seeing Xia Ji who came with money, Grumu smiled and said: "This should be the second meeting between me and my wife, please sit down." ”

Xia Ji blessed a salute and thanked: "Thank you for the care of the head, I will thank the headman on behalf of the proton." ”

Grumu nodded, looked at the Mutu and said: "This is a gambling fight between the Wanjun Mansion and the Proton Mansion, no matter what the result is, the grievances between the two families will be written off, I don't know what the government will think." ”

Mu Tu bowed and replied, "It's all up to the headman." ”

"What does Madame think?" Satisfied with Mutu's performance, Grummu looked at Natsuhime with a smile.

Xia Ji lowered her head slightly with her hands on her knees, and replied: "The little woman is a woman, and she never asks about external affairs, and it is all up to the generals in my house, since he has taken over the gambling fight, he naturally has no objections." It's just that I, Qin people, are coarse-hearted, and it is inevitable that I will not think about it, but the little woman has to pull down her face to ask for the lives of everyone in the house, and I hope that the head person will allow it. ”

Seeing Xia Ji talk to this step, Grumu smiled secretly in his heart, this Xia Ji is also a person with a lively mind, knowing that this time the gambling Qin people do not take advantage, but they don't mention it, they only wait until the gambling fight starts before they appeal in front of the palace, it seems that it is expected that this full hall of old men can not deal with a woman, as long as her request is not excessive, even if it is a party to the party, Mian Mutu will not open his mouth to refuse for his own face.

"Speak!" Thinking of this, Grumu was curious about what the woman would ask.

Hearing Grummu speak, Xia Ji made up her mind, and said unhurriedly: "My Qin people are burly, and the draped weapons provided by the Colosseum don't fit very well, and the little woman has nothing else to ask for, as long as I let my Qin people use their own draped blades." In this way, my Qin people can exert their full strength, and the gambling battle will be more suspenseful, right? ”

Grumu nodded, this request is reasonable, the Yueshi people respect heroes, even if they are enemies, if they show bravery, they will win the respect of the Yueshi people.

"Do you have any objections?"

Seeing that everyone in the audience did not say anything, Grumu opened his mouth and said: "In this way, the warriors of the Qin State are allowed to hold their own weapons and armor, and the first game is a man-beast gambling fight, so let's start." ”

The chamberlain next to him bowed his head and said yes, walked to the front of the stage and shouted loudly: "The head man has an order, the warriors of the Qin State can bring their own weapons and armor, the first man-beast gambling fight, start now!" ”

The surrounding stands suddenly resounded like a tsunami, and the Yue nobles in the lower stands put down the wine in their hands and focused their attention on the field, while on the high platform, countless people stood on their seats, stretching their necks, lest they miss the fleeting wonderful.

At the sound of the hinges, the iron-clad fence gate slowly rose, the black inside the door seemed to be empty, the cheers in the field gradually calmed down, everyone's eyes were focused on the depths of the door, the popping of the heart was like a giant drum beating in the ears, and all that was left was heavy breathing.

At the other end of the fence gate, Feng Zhuang was draped in heavy armor, carrying his own chain hammer, and walked into the field with a big grin. Feng Zhuang put away the slackness in his heart and looked at it, and saw a pair of blue-red lights lit up in the dark gate!