"Well," Zhen Yurong bowed slightly, and then sat down with Feng Lingye, "But I heard that this time the Jinke champion is none other than Yi Guiren's cousin, and my sister is also here to congratulate Yi Guiren in advance." ”

"Why is my sister in this tent?" Feng Lingye looked around and realized that it wasn't that he had gone to the wrong place.

Zhen Yurong smiled, "Sister doesn't know, there are many soldiers in this barracks and the place is small, so the emperor specially arranged for us to live together, my sister won't dislike my sister, right?" ”

"How so?" Feng Lingye smiled and pulled her soft little hand, "How good it is to have someone with you." ”

Immediately, she lowered her eyes and looked at Zhen Yurong's hands, "Sister's hands are so well maintained, soft and warm, no wonder the emperor stays in your Yufu Palace every night." ”

"Sister's hand is ......" Zhen Yurong seemed to touch the calluses.

Feng Lingye smiled casually, "Those who practice martial arts, have been a little hot recently, practice swords, and vent their fire." ”

Zhen Yurong smiled lightly, "Sister is so interesting, not like an ordinary woman, no wonder she can win the emperor's sincerity." ”

"What about sincerity, I envy my sister, I don't bother, I only have people." Feng Lingye made a pun.

Zhen Yurong smiled and didn't answer again, making it impossible to guess her purpose.

If you can't guess a person's purpose, you can't judge a person's direction, which is why Feng Lingye has always been afraid of her.

It didn't take long for the contest to be ready.

The event is divided into three competitions: foot shooting, mounted archery, stone lifting, and knife skills.

The first is mounted archery, which means riding on horseback, galloping around the arrow target three times, and then firing nine arrows, and only those who have three arrows can participate in the next foot shooting.

Duan Yixuan sat on a makeshift wooden platform, and Feng Lingye and Zhen Yurong sat on either side of his back, shielded by beaded curtains.

The open space in front was filled with weapons of different weights, nine tribute students were riding on horseback, and the surrounding circle was full of high-ranking officials and soldiers.

This time, the examiner was Duan Junmo, so he was wearing a military attache court uniform, and he sat not far from the arrow target, carefully observing the skills of each Gongsheng.

Wu Zhuangyuan is different from Wen Zhuangyuan, but if you can't pass one of the exams, you can't become a martial champion, so whoever becomes a martial champion can be directly named a general of the third grade, either a general, or a senior officer such as a first-class guard.

Feng Lingye sat behind the curtain and could clearly see Zhen Yurong, her family has always been based on literature, but this time there was a Zhen Chen, once she successfully passed the various assessments, the future is limitless.

But at this time, Zhen Yurong seemed to have a chance to win, her expression was calm and quiet, and there was no tension at all.

Feng Lingye tightened her fingers, could it be that Duan Yixuan wanted to support Zhen Yurong's family?

The so-called three-legged stand in the court is the most stable form, and now the most powerful in the court is the force of Duan Junmo, as well as the Li Fuyi force headed by the Queen Mother, so Zhen Yurong is the remaining force.

During contemplation, I only heard the loud gong sound of "dong", and the competition began.

On the field, nine tribute students each held arrows of their own colors, rode their horses and ran, and someone shot in the first lap, but the speed and timing were not accurate, and the arrows grazed the target.

In the second lap, everyone had found their speed and began to shoot arrows in their hands.

The scene was a little chaotic, arrows were flying all over the sky, and Feng Lingye couldn't see clearly who shot and who didn't, just looked at a figure in the distance and was a little familiar, but he couldn't see his face clearly.

also blamed himself for being a little emotional after seeing Zhen Chen's name when he looked at the roster of Gongsheng, which led to not reading the next list.

So then, her eyes were fixed on this familiar figure.

I saw that when he was about to end the third circle, he randomly took out three arrows from the quiver, pulled the bow hard towards the arrow target, and then suddenly let go.

Immediately, three arrows flew in front of everyone's eyes like lightning, and there was a "whoosh" sound that broke the air, and they hit the center of the arrow target in unison.

The three laps of the ride were over in a blink of an eye.

The recorder handed the results to Duan Junmo, Duan Junmo took a look, his face was expressionless, and he read in a deep voice: "Finalists: Zhen Chen, Song Hongfei, Xing Li, Gong Jiyue, ......"

Feng Lingye was listening carefully to this list, but when she heard the words "Gong Jiyue", the teacup directly spilled half from her palm.

Her eyes were surprised and delighted, staring at the unruly figure, eager to go up and beat him severely.

This guy!

He actually reported for the martial arts test without telling her, and said that it was more convenient to organize his intelligence team when he was out of the palace.

This surprise came too suddenly, and she had been a little depressed, but finally relieved a lot.

As long as Gong Jiyue can defeat the one named Zhen Chen, then she will be like a tiger with wings, and she can give it a go in the harem with peace of mind.

Zhen Yurong seemed to have known for a long time, and when she heard that Gong Jiyue was shortlisted, she couldn't help but turn to her with a smile, "I heard that this Gong Jiyue is a childhood sweetheart who grew up with her sister, and she was once the general of the Xia Kingdom, if he becomes a martial champion, he will definitely protect his sister, congratulations." ”

"My sister's eldest brother is also in the circle, and I congratulate my sister." Feng Lingye did not hesitate to smile.

The two greeted each other, not at all like tense rivals, and the atmosphere was unusually harmonious.

After the end of the riding shooting, there are more finalists left, and there are still seven more.

After a break of incense, it was time to shoot on foot.

The so-called foot shooting, mainly to measure the arm strength, is similar to the rules of the previous link, and nine arrows can be shortlisted.

The difference is the pulling force of the bow and arrow, the bow is divided into twelve forces, ten forces, eight forces, one force is about nine catties, then eight forces are seventy-two catties, and so on.

Since the bow number is self-chosen, all seven tribute students began to start with the Eight Powers Bow.

Zhen Chen was the first to play, he walked to the bow stand, took an eight-force bow, walked to the specified place, took the bow and wound it, calmly and calmly, one arrow at a time, three arrows in a row, all hit the bull's-eye.

After shooting three arrows, he did not try the rest of the bows and crossbows, nor did he continue to shoot arrows, but turned around and returned to his position, super strong but very low-key.

Feng Lingye couldn't help but sweat for Gong Jiyue, this Zhen Chen, like Zhen Yurong, is an unfathomable character, making it impossible to estimate the battle situation behind.

The so-called outsiders have heavens, and there are heavens outside the sky, and this keel is a living example.

Some of the rest of the tributes pulled out their bows, but they couldn't shoot the arrows, and some pulled their bows and also shot the arrows, and they wanted to continue to challenge the Twelve Forces Bow in a high-profile manner, although they couldn't shoot, but they pulled a full bow and won the applause of the house.

When it was Gong Jiyue's turn, it was still the same as the previous link, three arrows were fired at once, and none of them missed, just like completing the task, and after shooting, they didn't bother to challenge the twelve-force bow.

Wu Zhuangyuan is the strength of the competition, so the dance of the big knife in the second field is similar to foot shooting, the knife is divided into 120 catties, 100 catties, and 80 catties No. 3, as long as the dance is passed through the chest.

The difficulty has increased little by little, and the number of tribute students has been reduced to four.

Zhen Yurong looked at the lightest broadsword, which was also eighty pounds, and couldn't help but sigh faintly, "Eighty pounds of broadsword, how much strength does it take to dance through your chest without hurting yourself." ”

"These are hard conditions, presumably Zhen Gongzi has already practiced diligently in private." Feng Lingye said with a smile.

Zhen Yurong shook her head and said with a wry smile: "I have a daughter's family, where can I see my eldest brother dancing with a knife and a gun?"

Feng Lingye looked at Duan Yixuan in front of the bead curtain, and his tone was relaxed, "Among these people, I don't know who the emperor is more optimistic about?" ”

Duan Yixuan sat in front, and Feng Lingye could only see his side face.

I saw the corners of his lips curled slightly, and he turned his head to look at her, his phoenix eyes were warm, "According to me, after the three competitions, I'm afraid there will be a competition." ”

This answer is plausible, neither Zhen Chen nor Gong Jiyue.

It's just that the two are comparable.

Feng Lingye clenched the hot tea cup, but felt a trace of sadness in his heart.

When did he start to worry about Zhen Yurong's mood?

She looked at his side face, a smile on the corner of her mouth, but there was no smile in her eyes.

Zhen Yurong sipped the tea carefully, looked at the competition outside the court, and then turned to Feng Lingye, "According to my sister, Gong Jiyue is better." ”

"Doesn't my sister know how to dance knives and guns?" Feng Lingye smiled, but his tone was a little bad, "What's the matter, now you have this high opinion again?" Or does my sister think that Gong Jiyue can't win, so she said this to comfort me? ”

"Ling'er." Duan Yixuan suddenly frowned and looked over.

Feng Lingye didn't take him seriously at all, "My childhood sweetheart naturally wants to protect me, and the emperor can't even tolerate this?" ”

"Feng Lingye!" Duan Yixuan's tone was slightly dark.

Feng Lingye stood up abruptly and looked at him coldly.

The civil and military officials sitting on the side seemed to be aware of the war on this side, and they all shifted their eyes and looked at Feng Lingye who stood up.

Feng Lingye ignored the attention of hundreds of officials, put the teacup on the table with one hand, turned around and lifted the curtain and walked down.

"Yi Guiren......" Zhen Yurong stretched out her hand to stop it.

saw Duan Yixuan's face slightly cold, "Don't care about her." ”

As soon as Feng Lingye came out of the bead curtain, everyone on the field looked at her.

I saw her enter the school field straight, without the emperor's order, and the soldiers around her did not dare to stop her, so they had to look at her dumbfounded.

Gong Jiyue was picking and holding a big knife at this time, but when she saw Feng Lingye standing in front of her, she couldn't help but smile at the corner of her lips, "Why are you here?" ”

"Who asked you to participate in this martial arts test?" She asked coldly.

Gong Jiyue was stunned, leaned into her ear, and said in a low voice: "When your personal maid is too wronged."

"Since you have competed, you have to win the first place," she looked at him and lowered her voice slightly, "If you can't win the first place, you will be my maidservant for the rest of my life." ”

Gong Jiyue immediately straightened up and bowed respectfully, "Obey Miss Feng." ”

At this time, Zhen Chen was standing on the sidelines watching the battle, and suddenly saw this Feng Lingye boldly walking out of the bead curtain and actually coming to cheer for Gong Jiyue in person, and he couldn't help but feel interested for a while.

This Feng Lingye is really a strange woman as rumored.

After encouraging and threatening Gong Jiyue, Feng Lingye turned around, glanced at Zhen Chen, who was looking at him, and lightly hooked his lips, with three points of provocation and seven points of hostility.

Zhen Chen was stunned.

I don't seem to have messed with this harem nobleman, right?

Returning to the bead curtain, Feng Lingye's depressed mood was half better, and he picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Duan Yixuan frowned slightly, with a hint of helplessness, "Have you made enough trouble?" ”

"A favorite concubine should have the arrogance of a favorite concubine, right?" Feng Lingye replied lightly, she was not Zhuang Nanyan, so naturally she didn't have to pretend to be well-behaved and pleasing in front of him.

Zhen Yurong sat quietly on the side, looking as usual.

In the end, Feng Lingye also figured out that it would be best if Duan Yixuan fell in love with Zhen Yurong, so that she could leave the palace as soon as possible and live the life she wanted.

Therefore, the forces can still grab it, and it is completely unnecessary to compete for favor or something.

Duan Yixuan knew what she was angry about, he took care of Zhen Yurong and angered her, so she stopped caring about him, sometimes saying that she was too mature, and sometimes she was still like a child.

In the second competition, Gong Jiyue and Zhen Chen were easily shortlisted, and in the third competition, including the two, there were only three people left, which shows that these projects are still difficult.

No matter how good martial arts are, what is emphasized is a skill, but these items are compared to pure strength and solid basic skills.

The third competition is to take a stone stalk, that is, a rectangular stone, on each side of which can be picked with a finger, respectively 300 catties, 250 catties, and 200 catties.

After this competition, even if you completely pass the assessment, it is still quite difficult.

I saw Zhen Chen being the first to play, walked to the two hundred catties of stones, and lifted it to the chest and abdomen as required, and there was a trace of overexertion on his calm face, which showed that it was not simple.

It seemed a little rough along the way, and he paused for a moment.

Zhen Yurong squeezed the embroidered handkerchief tightly, and her expression was also a little dignified.

This is the most critical step.

Feng Lingye couldn't help but sweat for Gong Jiyue, seeing that his thin body seemed to be inferior to Zhen Chen, maybe it would be difficult to lift the stones.

"Chen'er, work hard!" In the crowd, the Ministry of Rites Shangshu suddenly couldn't help shouting.

Zhen Chen's face tightened, he gritted his teeth, and with the help of his abdominal force, he turned the bottom of the stone pedicle once on the left and right, and then put it firmly on the ground.

In the crowd, a round of warm applause immediately broke out, and they all cheered.

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