Whether it's a general, a princess, or a prince?

Qingfeng absolutely believes that even if the emperor of Beichen provokes the princess, the end will be the same as those people, and he will be right.

The Southern Frontier Killer seemed to sense the sound coming from the darkness, and walked cautiously step by step.

Bang!

Yun Anan picked up the bricks on the side and knocked them neatly on the skull of the man in black.

Before the man in black could open his mouth to summon his companion, his eyes went black and he fainted.

"Don't kill a single one."

"Okay...... Yes? ”

Qingfeng was stunned, shouldn't he be a non-stayer? How did it become a non-killing.

"After all, it's a friend of the southern country, so you have to give a few thin noodles."

Under the flickering lights, the smile on Yun An'an's face made people feel cold.

Looking at the light blue figure, Qingfeng couldn't help but shudder.

There are a total of twelve black-clothed killers, each of whom is a master of various kinds, but the mistake is that the enemy he met was Yun An'an.

In the narrow alley, Yun An'an used the advantage of his body to gain the upper hand, and there was no room for Qingfeng's face to interfere.

Bang bang bang!!

Brick after brick fell, man in black fell one after another, and in less than a moment, the alley lay unconscious and the poor man died.

I saw Yun Anan squatting down, holding a small bottle of medicinal powder and scattering it evenly on the body of the man in black.

"Alright, call it a day."

"Princess, do you really want to let them go?"

After confirming again and again, Aomine didn't believe that the princess would be so kind.

"Then I can cut them in half, am I such a vicious woman? A woman like me, who is kind and beautiful, is of course a great mercy and universal compassion for all sentient beings. ”

The words fell, the smile on his face deepened, and Yun Anan got into the carriage with brisk steps with his hands behind his back.

Qingfeng, who stayed in place, glanced at the medicinal powder on the man in black, and the wind blew, rolling up a faint fragrance of flowers and wafting away.

He said that the princess is not a kind person, tsk, there is a good show.

Yun An'an left the alley in a carriage, and more than an hour later, when the black-clothed killer of the Southern Border Country turned back to the courtyard where he was stationed, Jing Nanze appeared in front of everyone with his hands behind his back.

"See Your Highness."

The man in black knelt on one knee, his face and body were covered with traces of Yun An'an holding a brick and slapping them, and the blood was hula, which made people frown.

"Your Highness, we underestimated Yun An'an's strength and fell into her ambush."

"A bunch of trash."

Jing Nanze clenched his fists, recalling what happened in the palace of Beichen Kingdom, and the anger in his heart was even greater.

"This palace wants you to kill Yun An'an by any means."

"Yes."

The man in black was talking, and suddenly, his eyes became hollow, and he suddenly got up and threw himself at Jing Nanze, biting him frantically.

"What to do, step down!"

Flutter!

Jing Nanze ended the life of the man in black with a sword, and blood continued to gush out from the neck of the man in black.

Stimulated by the blood, the other black-clothed people who were recruited rushed up, drinking the blood as if they were eating the most delicious food in the world.

"Your Highness, this group of people has been poisoned, you stand back!!"

The guards who followed Jing Nanze protected him behind him, but as everyone knows, Jing Nanze, who was touched by the man in black, was also contaminated with poison, and his reason gradually became cloudy.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you!"

Suddenly, Jing Nanze, who had been encroached on his reason, pounced on the guards, if it wasn't for the guards beside him to intercept him, I was afraid that the poor man would be bitten off by Jing Nanze's neck.

"Go find Dr. Hu."

……

Following.

Beichen National Day National Event, congratulations from all directions.

On the crowded streets, one after another luxuriously and exquisitely dressed floats slowly came.

Every day of the National Day of Beichen, headed by Emperor Beichen Han, he leads the civil and military officials to walk at the forefront of the float procession and walk to the palace.

The people on both sides of the street knelt on their knees, looking up at the godlike monarch in their minds.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

People chanted long live our emperor and prayed for a wise monarch to lead the kingdom to a more powerful future.

When Beichen Han walked to the gate of the palace and lit the bonfire on the dragon pillar, in the cheers of the people, the Beichen celebration officially began.

Yun An'an, who has always been good at joining in the fun, was not in the crowd at this time.

The first-class D class of Yingtian Academy, looking at the energetic teenagers in front of him, Yun Anan slowly exhaled.

"I wish you good luck and prosperity."

"We will do our best, and we are willing to live and die with the first-class Ding class."

The young man's high spirits and never admit defeat are vividly reflected in this sentence.

They have made efforts to constantly change themselves for the sake of Class A.

Not to prove to others that they are not waste, but to prove to themselves that they have dreams, even if they are exiled and spurned as protons, they must really fight for their dreams.

There are no regrets in death!

"Let's go."

Led by Yun An'an.

Thirty-one people of Class D followed her.

The group went to the competition venue of the celebration of the national event.

The two-day competition is divided into more than 30 events.

The competition was not only attended by the students of Yingtian Academy, but also by the proud sons of heaven brought by the envoys of the Seven Kingdoms.

In the morning there is a celebration program, singing and dancing performances, and in the afternoon the competition officially begins.

In a square that is enough to accommodate more than 100,000 people, Yun An'an and everyone sat in the audience to cheer for the three of them in Snow Curtain City and Yuwen Xiu.

The first game, Wensai.

Contestants are required to compose four poems within two quarters of an hour according to the four conditions of the wind, flowers, snow and moon.

And you have to solve three problems to be eligible to submit poems.

In other words, even if you make a poem, but you can't solve the brain-burning problem, it is a failure.

Even the students of Class A of Yingtian Academy thought for a long time in front of the three major questions.

"Submit the papers."

"Submit the papers."

"Submit the papers."

After Yuwen Xiu, Snow Curtain City and Qi Ming easily solved the three puzzles, they handed over the four poems of Fenghua Xueyue to the judges.

From composing the poem to solving the problem, the whole process took only two quarters of an hour.

"Are you sure?"

The referee looked at the three sheets of paper full of poems and answers to the three big questions in his hand, and looked at the three of them with a very puzzled look.

"Sure."

"Definitely."

"And very surely"

The three of them smiled confidently and walked to the only ten positions, occupying three of them.

In order to reflect the fairness, impartiality and openness of the competition, the referees are all famous masters from the seven countries.

The competent referee on behalf of Beichen Country is Min Fuzi of Class A.

For Class A Ding, Master Min always looked at this group of cynical scum with colored glasses.

"It's ......"

"My God......"

"True or false, this poem ......"

"This is a ...... way to solve the problem"