As mentioned last time, King Zhong's gang quarreled endlessly because Liang Wenzhen was poisoned and might not be able to fight the martial arts competition. Because the emperor has already issued an order, he can't change people, and he can't poke the poisoning up and cause trouble, and finally decided to ignore Liang Wenzhen's life and death, and let him compete as scheduled. There has been no big news in Chang'an City recently, and the people and civil and military officials are looking forward to this dragon and tiger fight, but due to the rumors of Liang Wenzhen's poisoning, the odds of Liang Wenzhen winning have plummeted. Lin Chong is the shopkeeper of Taibai Restaurant, dressed as a writer, and is often teased by Lu Zhishen, and when he heard about Liang Lang's martial arts competition, he guessed that it was Liang Wenzhen's pseudonym to discuss with Xu Miaoyin and others. Xu Miaoyin has a chivalrous demeanor, and when everyone goes to watch the competition, they all listen to her command. Ma Liansheng, the former head of the nursing home of King Shou's Mansion, was caught secretly monitoring him by the royal nursing home who secretly monitored him, and he communicated with King Guang privately, and he should have been poisoned and beaten. Liang Wenzhen thought that he had robbed him of his job, and he was chivalrous and benevolent, and begged to let him go. Ma Liansheng told him about the poison and thanked Liang Wenzhen for saving his life.

On the second day, Liang Wenzhen lay in bed, still dizzy, had no appetite, and couldn't eat anything, just drinking honeysuckle licorice soup. Yang Yuhuan sat on the edge of the bed to serve, and when he saw Liang Wenzhen's haggard face, he was very distressed, stretched out his hand, and touched Liang Wenzhen's cheek. "Liang Lang, with your current situation, you must not compete with martial arts tomorrow, otherwise you will be beaten to death." Yang Yuhuan said with a crying voice. "When the matter is decided, it can't be changed at will, no one can kill me, don't worry. Sit farther away, lest the king of Shou see it and be displeased. Liang Wenzhen said.

"What are you afraid of, where does he dare to point fingers at the old lady!" Yang Yuhuan said. "Oh, the slave family sometimes speaks vulgarly, Liang Langxiu wants to be surprised." Yang Yuhuan immediately realized that his words were inappropriate, and his white face was flushed, and he said embarrassedly. "Do you like the days of the palace?" Liang Wenzhen asked. "Whoever goes to jail will like it, unless they are born stupid." Yang Yuhuan said quietly. "Maybe one day, you will be accepted as a concubine by the most powerful person in the world, don't you like it either?" Liang Wenzhen asked again.

"The most powerful person in the world is not who the emperor is. Even in the palace, the slave family has long been bored, if you go to that deep palace, wouldn't it be worse than death?! "Yang Yuhuan said." There are 3,000 beauties in the back palace, and 3,000 are pampered in one. If you're so favored, don't you like it either? "Liang Wenzhen is very bored, asking questions like this." What about the three thousand favors. Liang Lang, you say that a canary is locked in a cage for a long time, will it be happy? The slave family was worried about their own fate, so they were like the sable cicada, used as bait to lure people into the bait, and complete the family's major affairs. Yang Yuhuan lowered his eyebrows and sighed, and said sadly.

"You are miserable, to be treated as an appendage of men, without personality, without dignity, like an ordinary object. Even the four beauties known to later generations, there is no difference between them, either they are used as tools to reconcile with other races, or they are used as bait as what you are talking about. Hi Pathetic! Liang Wenzhen sighed. Four beauties? Whoever chooses it, the slave family has never heard of it. Liang Lang, you come and listen, the slave family wants to know. Yang Yuhuan said with great interest.

"The four beauties, Xi Shi, Wang Zhaojun, Diao Chan, and Yang, oh, and, Daji." Liang Wenzhen came over, and the four beauties included Yang Yuhuan in front of him, who had no real memory before, and he didn't think of this section for a while. Taking Daji to make up the number is quite passable, Liang Wenzhen breathed a sigh of relief and secretly shouted that it was dangerous. "It turned out to be the four of them, and they are all famous beauties in history. Xi Shi Diao Chan was used as bait by others, and Wang Zhaojun was used as a tool for harmony, but this Daji was scolded as a demon and was the red face and disaster that brought the Shang Dynasty to ruin, but how she was selected as one of the four beauties is strange. Yang Yuhuan said.

"Daji is just a weak woman, does she have the ability to bring about the destruction of the Shang Dynasty? The king is the emperor, he wants to be arrogant and lascivious, and he wants to be pampered by Daji, can Daji say no? Putting the responsibility for the death of the country on a woman, are you convincing? In my opinion, it is the Zhou people who deliberately scandalize her. It is even more nonsense to say that she is vicious, like a snake and scorpion, and inventing the punishment of cannon branding. The purpose of scandalizing Daji is to prove that the king is not sympathetic to the lives of the people, cruel and mediocre, and is a tyrant who can be overthrown. "Liang Wenzhen said slowly, this argument seems to have been experienced by himself." Liang Lang said very reasonably, the slave family used to read "Historical Records", but they never thought about it like this. Yang Yuhuan smiled and looked at Liang Wenzhen's eyes, very admired and eager.

Of course, Daji is not a red face, others scandalize her, and they also use her as a tool for their own use. Therefore, women have no status, no equal rights, and are always the personal belongings of men, not a real person. "Liang Wenzhen said." Liang Lang, your idea is so novel, the slave family has never heard of it, you can say this for a woman, Liang Lang, you can be said to be the first person in the past. You are really the only strange man in the world, who knows how to respect women and treat women as human beings. It's a pity, it's a pity that the slave family is married to a woman, and he hates not to meet, and he hates to meet when he is not married. Yang Yuhuan reached out and grabbed Liang Wenzhen's arm, with tears in his eyes, and said very moved. This is the limitation of the times, ordinary women can only go with the flow, but as long as you are willing to fight, do not be a man's accessory, do not be the emperor's plaything, pursue your own happiness, and when you are dying, look back on your own life, so that you will not regret it. Liang Wenzhen followed the good path.

Liang Lang's words made the slave family suddenly. The slave family, the slave family and you, it would be good to have an afterlife. Yang Yuhuan's eyes were slightly red, and he said softly. At this time, Liang Wen was really puzzled, if Daji was not the face of the Shang Dynasty, then how could we regard Yang Yuhuan as the perpetrator of the Anshi Rebellion. For the interests of one's own family or the interests of one's own class, the world often uses two sets of standards, one set when it is favorable, and the other set when it is unfavorable. Comparing Yang Yuhuan with Daji, as long as there is a conscience, it should not be evaluated by two sets of standards.

"Yuhuan, you only have to follow your own wishes in the future, you don't have to pursue those, those glory and wealth that may bring you calamity, or change your tragic fate." Liang Wenzhen said. The intention in his heart was that even if he didn't kill Yang Yuhuan, if he could induce her to stop embarking on the road of being the concubine of Tang Xuanzong, it would be considered a success. Of course, depending on what she means to herself, if she can follow her to the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, she can also achieve the goal of changing the fate of the Tang Dynasty.

"Is the fate of the slave family necessarily tragic? Liang Lang. Yang Yuhuan's eyes widened and asked in surprise. Brother Liang, is your body improving? At this moment, the voice of King Shou came from outside the door. Yang Yuhuan heard this, got up and sat on a chair a few steps away. "Lord Wang, Liang Lang hasn't recovered yet!" Seeing the figure of King Shou coming in, Yang Yuhuan said. "King Shou, don't worry, I will definitely fight tomorrow." Liang Wen was really weak. "Time is running out, Brother Liang must rest. Princess, don't disturb Brother Liang Lang's rest, let's go out! "Shou Wang said. Yang Yuhuan nodded, got up and went out with King Shou.

Liang Wenzhen, who had rested all night, was woken up early in the morning by four or five nurses, who came to Liang Wenzhen's room, waited for him to get up, served him to wash, and accompanied him to the restaurant for breakfast. All this is naturally the arrangement of King Shou, and Liang Wen really knows it. His own life is nothing in the eyes of this group of princes and nobles, but it is a great sin to miss their major affairs and cause them to be rejected by the center of power.

Liang Wenzhen was hungry for two or three days, but the competition was approaching, so he didn't dare to eat too much, drank a bowl of porridge and ate three pastries, and then went to the backyard to move his hands and feet. There are still two hours left in the ring competition, just take advantage of this gap to warm up a little, otherwise you will not be able to show it at that time, your hands and feet will be stiff, and you will inevitably suffer. Liang Wenzhen faced a big tree, and when it was a wooden stake, he took care of punching and kicking. Many nursing homes watched from the sidelines, and they couldn't help but smile and turn their heads to each other. Liang Wen is really a loser, and he is holding on to his feet temporarily, but it is just a waste of expression.

In the middle of the huge square in front of the Daming Palace, a simple ring was placed, and couplets were pasted on the pillars on both sides: swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and the stick technique is superb. Point out the two protagonists of this competition, one makes a sword and the other makes a stick. As soon as the day dawned, many people in Chang'an had already helped the old and the young and occupied a good position around the ring. But they didn't expect that in the good locations in all directions, there were already wealthy families, and wooden frames with shades were set up to occupy them, like boxes for modern people to watch movies. The common people were bustling and seeing the stitches, and the children were shouting and running around, refusing to be quiet.

The official of the Chang'an Mansion opened a road and pulled a rope to demarcate the boundary, so that the people involved in the competition could reach the ring smoothly. In order to maintain order, the yacha were fierce and vicious, armed with big knives, and shouted that the people were not allowed to trespass. The people who came behind could not reach the front, so they could only look around the periphery, and some stood on the arched bridge or climbed to the flagpole by the square. There is a colorful shed at the entrance of the palace, which is more than one zhang high, which may be for the royal family to watch the battle, because there is a circle of guards with knives outside, and each is murderous, and idlers are not allowed to approach.

Lin Chong, Lu Zhishen, Wu Song, Yang Xiong, as well as Niu Ren, Xu Fan, Zhao Min and others had already arrived, but they couldn't get close to the ring, so they had to park the carriage a little farther, and they all stood in the carriage and watched. Xu Miaoyin, Li Shishi, Hu Sanniang and others stood on the other carriage, all looking anxious, hoping to see Liang Wenzhen appear. There was a commotion in front of the palace gate, and the eunuch in charge of the referee arrived, arriving at the ring through a specially opened passage. Seeing that the official competition was approaching, the crowd in the square was full of expectations.

The late autumn sun is warm, the breeze is blowing, and the weather is pleasant. "The emperor has arrived—" A shout came out, shocking the audience. Immediately, the Imperial Forest Army shouted Long live, and the people shouted and shouted Long live, each tiptoeing to see the emperor's dragon chariot. It's a pity that the vast majority of people can't see it, and only hear people say, "That's the emperor" and "It's really the emperor", as if they really saw the emperor. Li Longji was guarded on both sides, sat in the color shed, and waved his hand.

The first person to come out of the ring was Yun Tian, who carried his sword and waved his hands to greet the people in the square. "The sky will win!" "The sky is invincible!" The shouts were thunderous. Liang Wenzhen walked from the side of the ring to the center, holding a stick in his left hand and raising his right hand with one hand, he was in high spirits and waved it in all directions. "Liang Lang, I heard that it is very powerful." "That's Liang Lang, hahahaha." Liang Wenzhen appeared, and the cheers were much lower.

Liang Wenzhen suddenly stopped and looked in one direction, he seemed to see Lin Chong, Lu Zhishen, Xu Miaoyin, and Li Shishi. Immediately, his eyes dimmed, and as if he had not seen at all, he turned to the side of the ring. With his right hand, he stood upright on the stage, and Liang Wenzhen faced the clouds and looked at today's opponent. Yun Tian drew his sword in his hand, pointed to the sky and the ground, and seemed to tell everyone that he was the best in the world. "Hero, Yuntian, hero, Yuntian......" The people in the audience shouted rhythmically.

"Liang Lang, you must win, Liang Lang, you must win!" A crisp woman's voice rang out. Many people turned their heads to see that it was the woman in the carriage, and they couldn't help but despise it. "Neurotic!" Someone shouted. "You're nerve!" Xu Miaoyin's eyes widened angrily and scolded back. "Quiet, please be quiet!" A eunuch in the ring came out of the middle and shouted loudly. Because of the shrill sound, many audience members listened to it with horror, so they naturally closed their mouths and looked around, and the square was quiet for a while.

"Today, it happens to be the emperor's 50th birthday, the world is peaceful, and the country is prosperous. The emperor is merciful and compassionate to the people, and wants to have fun with the people, so he specially set up a ring, from the warrior Yuntian, against the warrior Liang Lang, for the people of Chang'an to enjoy the fun. There are no eyes in the ring competition, and there are three chapters here: First, the two sides are fighting only themselves, and there are no helpers and no other weapons. Second, if one party falls and cannot afford it, the other party must stop. Third, life and death are conceited, and revenge must not be sought for this. The competition is limited to half an hour, and the winner, the emperor will reward a Persian gold cup and a bloody BMW in the Western Regions. After the eunuch finished speaking, he put away the paper, took out a command flag from his sleeve, and held it high.

"Here we go!" The people watching the battle held their breath and watched the ring. Yuntian made a move to show the way to the immortals, and he was ready to meet the enemy. Liang Wenzhen put down the two-word tongs sheep and horses, held the stick in his right hand, carried it on his shoulder, and was ready to go. The eunuch glanced left and right, then took a few steps back, his expression solemn. "Tournament in the ring—" the eunuch screamed. The audience was awe-struck, waiting for him to call out the last two words.

"Let's go!" In the middle of the night, the eunuch waved the order flag and shouted. Liang Wen Zhenyuan stood motionless, waiting for the other party to attack. The man in front of him was strong and strong, and his swordsmanship was superb and ruthless, and it was said that he killed more than a dozen Hun warriors by himself. In the past few days, he has been competing for today's martial arts, recuperating his energy, and he will inevitably fight with all his strength to achieve full success. And he was poisoned by thunder vines, his stomach was damaged, he couldn't eat, and his physical strength was lost, so he could only outwit him, and he couldn't be defeated.

Yun Tian saw that the person in front of him seemed to be confident, calm and relaxed, and he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. King E said that Liang Lang was poisoned, and his body was greatly damaged, and he would inevitably be like a hairless rooster, languishing, and being slaughtered. Now it seems that it is still unknown whether he was poisoned, and we must be careful.

"Look at the sword-" Yuntian let out a long roar, and the arrow stepped forward, and between the lightning, he picked up a sword flower and attacked forward. "I'll fight!" Liang Wenzhen shouted, and the free stick bounced off his shoulder and smashed straight towards the sword.

Liang Wenzhen is physically weak, facing the powerful Datang master, what will be the result. couldn't kill Yang Yuhuan, Liang Wenzhen actually had the idea of plotting against her, asking her not to be the concubine of Tang Xuanzong, so as to change the history of the Tang Dynasty. Even considering the possibility of bringing Yang Yuhuan to the Northern Song Dynasty, it can be said that it is very bold, but can it be a dream come true? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.