The little eunuch carried the piano box back to King Rui's mansion.

Princess Rui was sitting in the pavilion yawning.

The little eunuch said, "Princess, do you want to take a look?" ”

The things she took back from Gu Jiao, Princess Rui put a hundred hearts, she waved her hand, and said to the little eunuch: "Take it and keep it." ”

"Yes!" The little eunuch carried the case into Princess Rui's house.

Female Officer Xu was directing the maid to tidy up the house, and the little eunuch saluted her and said, "Sister Xu, the princess asked the servant to bring the piano, I don't know where to put it?" ”

Female Officer Xu found a cabinet that would often be opened: "Just put it here, I'll play it in a few days." ”

The envoys of the Liang State were about to arrive, and the crown princess ordered someone to pass the word, hoping that Princess Rui could play a song at the palace banquet to wash the dust for the envoys.

Really, didn't the crown princess know that her princess was pregnant?

Princess Rui underwent surgery a few years ago, and her body became pregnant before she completely recovered, and the imperial doctors told the princess to stay in bed and rest.

Female Officer Xu was full of complaints, but she didn't dare to really say it, so she had to close the cabinet depressedly.

In March, when the grass grows and the warbler flies, the capital is a thriving scene.

The streets are full of pedestrians.

The main streets of the capital are very spacious, which can accommodate at least four or two carriages at the same time, and even wider ones such as Suzaku Street, which is close to the imperial palace, are not crowded with more than a dozen carriages.

The third son stopped the carriage at the destination that Gu Jiao said.

Xiao Sanzi looked up at the four big characters of Taihe Martial Arts Hall on the plaque, and didn't believe his eyes: "Miss Gu, are we going wrong?" ”

Turn left for a while, turn right for a while, turn right and turn right again for a while, will it be that he turns backwards?

Gu Jiao lifted the curtain and looked at it, and said, "That's right, this is it." ”

The third son was even more confused: "No, Miss Gu, what are you doing here?" Be...... Is it a house call? ”

Why do I need to change my clothes when I go to the clinic? Isn't this clinic a female doctor?

Countless doubts flashed through Xiao Sanzi's mind.

Gu Jiao didn't answer, and jumped out of the carriage: "You park the carriage in the alley and wait for me for a while." ”

"Oh." Xiao Sanzi is not a talkative person most of the time, otherwise Gu Jiao would not be willing to let him catch the car.

Xiao Sanzi parked the carriage into the alley on the right side of the martial arts hall, and Gu Jiao walked into the martial arts hall.

Taihe Martial Arts Hall is one of the best martial arts halls in the capital, with three floors, the entrance is a lobby, on the wall facing the door, there is a huge martial character written in cursive, and all kinds of weapons are displayed on both sides.

It's not surprising to see a living person coming, probably because I'm used to strangers.

This is not surprising.

There is no martial arts in Zhaoguo, only Wenju, so Zhaoguo will only produce one literary champion every three years, unlike Liang and Yanguo, who will also select martial champions across the country at the same time.

But Zhaoguo also needs martial arts talents, and some of them directly entered the barracks, such as Gu Changqing; There are also people who don't want to serve the imperial court, and only hope to use their martial arts to find a way out for themselves.

The martial arts hall was born in this situation.

Although everything is inferior only to high reading, but some people are not born to study, they want to practice martial arts, after practicing martial arts, they can be a dart master, can be a grandmaster, can also go to a big family to be a guard...... In short, there is no shortage of food to eat, and it is better than digging food in the field.

Therefore, the martial arts hall is still quite popular in Zhaoguo.

Of course, martial arts halls are also divided into types, in jargon it is Qing Pavilion and Black Pavilion, Qing Pavilion means only accepting disciples and simply teaching martial arts; The Black Pavilion is much more complicated, and in addition to recruiting disciples, it has also added a lot of other businesses.

The Taihe Martial Arts Hall is a black hall.

This was revealed to Gu Jiao by Gu Chengfeng, mainly because Gu Jiao beat Gu Chengfeng twice in three days, Gu Chengfeng was able to narrowly defeat Gu Jiao at first, and gradually Gu Jiao and him became a draw, and gradually, Gu Jiao beat him into a pig's head.

No matter how much he beats him, he won't take such a beating!

His skill is to steal things, not to be a punching bag for people!

If Gu Jiao wants to regain the strength of her previous life, she must constantly look for a stronger sandbag.

Gu Jiao took out a mask from her bosom and put it on.

The mask was also robbed by Gu Chengfeng, and it didn't cost a copper plate.

She entered the martial arts hall with ease, walked through the weeping flower door to a tea room that seemed to be uninhabited, and gently turned the oil lamp on the tea table, only to hear a boom, and the wall of the tea room opened.

There was a commotion inside.

Gu Jiao walked into the passage expressionlessly, and the wall behind her closed with a bang.

When it was closed, the noise in front of it seemed to be amplified.

At the end of the passage is a large martial arts field, a three-story wooden building, two floors are viewing wings, and there are four air-conditioned rings erected in the middle of the first floor, and three rings are competing at this time.

Gu Jiao came to the counter and lightly clasped the table with her knuckles.

Some sleepy shopkeepers yawned: "Tournament or betting?" Ten wen for the competition, bet one hundred wen, add two hundred ...... if you want a room"

Before he could finish speaking, a small fishdomino fell in front of him.

The shopkeeper glanced at the small fishone, looked stunned, and woke up most of the time from a drowsiness.

He immediately stood up, changed his face, and said with a smile: "Li Gongzi, why are you here?" Didn't you just come here the other day? ”

Gu Jiao didn't speak, only glanced at the roster in his hand.

The shopkeeper understood and reminded in a low voice: "East Ring." ”

Gu Jiao walked to the east ring.

The people behind Gu Jiao who were queuing up to receive a license to compete were unhappy, and one of them yelled at the shopkeeper: "What's the situation?" We haven't been in line for a long time and haven't entered, why did he enter? Didn't you say you had to get a license to enter? ”

The shopkeeper glanced at a few novices sarcastically, and showed the fishdom in his hand: "Do you know what this is?" ”

The crowd shook their heads.

The shopkeeper raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly: "This is a martial arts domino." ”

"Martial arts, martial artists?"

Those few people who were still shouting and dissatisfied with Gu Jiao were all silenced.

Is that weak-looking little boy actually a martial artist?

In the martial arts hall, the master who teaches kung fu is called a martial artist, but in the martial arts arena, only a master who has won 100 games is qualified to be called a martial artist.

"He—he's won fifty games?" Someone exclaimed.

Generally speaking, only those who have won fifty games can be called a martial artist.

The shopkeeper snorted and said impatiently: "What do you think?" Just one game! ”

Killed a martial artist in one game.

The rules of the major martial arts halls in the capital challenge the opponent at the next level, and as long as you win, you can take away the identity of the opponent.

But not everyone is eligible to skip the challenge, not only to sign a life and death certificate, but also to pay a huge deposit, once lost, this deposit will go to the challenged.

When the little boy first came, he boasted that Haikou was going to compete with the most powerful master in the museum that day.

According to the rules of the martial arts hall, he can only challenge by two levels at most, but the little boy bet a full thousand taels of silver, so the martial arts hall made an exception for him and let him cross the three-level challenge.

The martial artist was reluctant to accept this competition at first, but the martial arts hall was easy to talk about, and asked the young man to add another five hundred taels of silver, so he invited the martial artist.

Skipping the level of competition, life and death conceit, this is the rule of the trade.

Everyone thought that the boy was dead, and no one bet on him to win, and the result was that everyone lost money.

A young man holding a sword sneered disdainfully: "Cut~ What's the big deal about winning a martial artist?" I heard that there are a few martial arts masters in your martial arts hall today, so I don't believe that he can still be lucky! ”

Everyone nodded one after another, yes, he is so thin, how can he win the martial artist? It must have been shit luck!

Gu Jiao didn't know about the heated discussions of these people, and she probably wouldn't care if she knew it.

There are four rings in the east, west, north and south, and the masters are not the same every day, and the shopkeeper points to the east ring, which should be the strongest in this ring.

"Yan Sandao hero wins! Is there any other master who wants to challenge Yan Daxia? ”

In the ring, a young man dressed in a martial arts hall carried a gong and a mallet, and shouted while knocking.

This Yan Daxia guarded the ring all morning, and I don't know how many masters he has defeated, and no one dares to fight with him.

"If not, Yan Daxia will be today-" The little guy was about to end this ring, when he saw a light little figure jump into the ring.

……

However, it was said that the old marquis punished for copying the military book in the palace, and after copying it for a day and a night, he finally finished copying the last one.

This is much more tiring than practicing martial arts, he is dizzy, his limbs are numb, and he almost has internal injuries.

No, it's the internal injuries that have already been copied!

Xuanping Hou slipped out and hasn't returned, and he doesn't know what he's doing.

The old marquis ignored him, stood up on the table, and almost fell to the ground because his legs and feet were too numb, he really looked like a sixty-year-old man.

The old marquis dragged his tired body and went to the imperial study to apologize to the emperor with the fried military book.

The emperor wore a net pocket on his head, he was ugly, he was not as shameless as Xuanping Hou, and he didn't even go to the early dynasty in order to keep the image of the emperor.

"Your Majesty, the minister has finished copying the military book." The old marquis said outside the imperial study.

"Bring it in." The Emperor waved his hand impatiently.

Father-in-law Wei walked over, took the military book copied by the old marquis, and whispered to the old marquis: "Go back." ”

The old marquis understood, and bowed respectfully to the imperial study: "Minister...... Retire! ”

With that, he turned around and limped out of the palace.

The old marquis got into the carriage.

The coachman asked, "Sir, are you alright?" Are we going back to the Hou Mansion now? Would you like to find a doctor? You don't look good. ”

After copying the military book for so long, can you look good? Let those civil officials practice martial arts for a day and a night, and they will become exactly the same virtue as themselves.

However, the old marquis was really aggrieved in his heart, copying books made him uncomfortable to death, and he didn't want to go back to the house to deal with Mrs. Gu's questioning.

He paused and said, "Go to the martial arts hall." ”

The old marquis is a frequent visitor to the martial arts hall, and the martial arts hall does not know his specific identity, only that he is a master, surnamed Gu, and he is very generous.

The old marquis came to the martial arts hall, firstly, he loved to watch martial arts competitions, and secondly, he could choose some materials that could be made from them.

Of course, the old marquis has a very high vision, so after so many years, there are less than ten people who have really been selected by him.

Of the ten, only two had withstood his rigorous training, and the rest had been sent away.

The old marquis asked for a wing room on the second floor.

The guy asked him if he wanted to bet, and he threw a silver ingot on the table: "No." ”

If you don't bet, then this silver ingot will be all reward.

The guy smiled and stuffed the silver ingot into his arms: "The little one will make you tea!" Would you rather have Longjing or Tieguanyin? ”

"Longjing." The old marquis said.

"Okay!" The guy immediately went to make a pot of good Longjing before the rain, and took a few delicate and delicious snacks, "You use it slowly, the small one is waiting outside, you can call if you have something." ”

The old marquis waved his hand.

The guy laughed and walked out.

While drinking tea, the old marquis began to enjoy the competition in the ring.

His wing room was facing the west ring, and the view from the west ring was the most comprehensive, but for some reason, he was attracted by the competition in the east ring.

It was a seven-foot strong man with a double axe, both brute force and internal strength were far from being comparable to ordinary masters, but the confrontation with him was an inconspicuous young man in Tsing Yi.

The young man in Tsing Yi didn't even use a weapon, he was fighting with the other party with his bare hands, and the other party still couldn't have the upper hand.

"It's kind of interesting."

After about seven or eight moves, the strong man with a double axe was kicked off the competition platform by the young man in Tsing Yi.

Soon, a master armed with a red tassel gun jumped into the ring.

The old marquis is a person who practices martial arts, and he can see at a glance that this person's martial arts are far above the previous double axe master, and the young man in Tsing Yi is in danger.

Somehow, his heart was lifted.

The little boy in Tsing Yi took the lead in making a move, and as expected, the red tassel spear master easily avoided it, leaped away in a few steps, and killed a beautiful horse gun!

The head of the gun pierced the boy's heart!

Worst!

The old marquis stood up nervously!

How can you still fight so hard? Is it a skip-the-level competition?

It's over, the kid can't hide.

Not only did he think so, but the people around the ring were just like him.

The coldness of the spear passed into the body of the young man in Tsing Yi through the thin clothes, and when he poked the center, the young man in Tsing Yi suddenly held the spear in his left hand, jumped up with the force, kicked the opponent in the heart, and flipped when he landed, and handed the red tassel gun from the opponent's hand!

A move, flowing water, no leakage!

The young man in Tsing Yi didn't give the other party a chance to breathe, and took the grab as a pole, stood on the ground, and swept the opponent to the ground with a sweeping leg.

The young man in Tsing Yi grabbed the red tassel gun and was about to stab the man hard, but suddenly paused, cut off the head of the gun with his bare hands, and knocked the opponent out of the ring with the barrel of the gun.

The old marquis was drenched in sweat.

It's scary, it's exciting, it's so exciting, he wants to end.

Although the young man is wearing a mask, he should not be more than a teenager, and he has such skills at a young age, which is worthy of verifying the sentence - heroes have been teenagers since ancient times!

Of course, martial arts are only one of them.

The young man's behavior of cutting off the head of the gun with his bare hands and knocking the opponent out of the ring with the barrel of the gun also made the old marquis greatly appreciated.

The haze of being punished for copying suddenly disappeared, and the old marquis felt comfortable everywhere.

After that, no one dared to challenge the little boy in Tsing Yi again.

The little boy in Tsing Yi regretfully got out of the ring.

"If I had known, I would have deliberately lost a few games."

Gu Jiao rubbed her wrist and walked towards the entrance.

"Little brother, please stay!"

A familiar voice sounded behind him, Gu Jiao paused, and turned around strangely.

Gu Jiao put on a mask and changed her dress again, the old marquis didn't recognize her, but Gu Jiao recognized the old marquis.

Gu Jiao frowned, how much hatred and resentment? Still chased to the martial arts hall?

The old marquis arched his hand politely: "Little brother, can you take a step to speak?" ”

Gu Jiao didn't say anything.

The old marquis thought that the little boy was afraid of strangers, so he smiled and said: "Little brother, don't be careful, I have no malice, I see that the little brother is skilled, and I want to ask the little brother if he is interested in enlisting in the army?" ”

No.

She's going home to cook.

The other party was silent again and again, and the old marquis looked at the other party's throat thoughtfully: "Little brother, are you ...... Can't Speak? ”

Gu Jiao thought about it and nodded.

The agents in the organization actually have voice training, women can imitate men's voices, and men can imitate women's voices, but Gu Jiao doesn't like to talk, let alone let her be at home all day. The rest of her training results are first, except for vocal training, which is the penultimate one.

Because she can't learn how to speak with men, all Gu Jiao in the martial arts hall has not spoken, and everyone thinks she is a mute.

The old marquis sighed with emotion, what a good seedling with a disability and strong will!

Such a seedling may not be a good thing to go to the battlefield, and not hearing it will make him lose a lot of judgment.

The old marquis stopped thinking about turning Gu Jiao into the barracks, but he still had to make friends with this person: "Little brother, can you make a friend?" ”

Age, it's a little worse, and it's not bad to be a year-old friend.

The old marquis is a real martial arts idiot, many people think that he is naturally aggressive, but in fact, he is naturally good at martial arts, but martial arts and fighting are often forced to be linked.

Gu Jiao was not interested in making such old friends.

Gu Jiao shook her head and rejected him.

The old marquis sighed in disappointment.

Gu Jiao turned around and left, and suddenly, Huang Zhonghuo rushed in in a hurry: "Master! Where are you? I knew you were here if you didn't go home! ”

Master?

Gu Jiao looked at Huang Zhong and then at the old marquis.

Huang Zhong is Gu Houye's confidant and the guard of the Ding'an Hou Mansion, he calls this old man master......

Could it be that this old man is Gu Houye's father?

"What's wrong?" The old marquis frowned and asked.

Huang Zhong glanced at Gu Jiao on the side, and vaguely felt that the temperament of this young man in Tsing Yi was a little familiar, but he didn't remember where he had seen it for a while, and he was in a hurry to say something, so he didn't take it to heart.

He said: "The Ling family is here, the prince is not here, the old lady asked you to go back quickly." ”

The Ling family, the son of the world.

It's good, the identity is completely determined.

Gu Jiao, who had already left, suddenly turned back, took out paper and charcoal from her arms, and wrote in a smug voice: No, do, friends, friends, worship, put, son, wish, will, will?

The old marquis was stunned.

Gu Jiao continued to write: Worship, go, put, son, you, son, son, just, yes, I, son, son!

"Isn't it a nephew?" The old marquis was successfully led astray.

Gu Jiao thought for a while and wrote: No, okay, let, he, call, father!

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