"Fugui, you said you, the old man doesn't know what to say about you."

In a large school field in the Yan Palace, Murong Tengge personally prepared a horse for Zhou Fugui while complaining: "The old man has always thought that you are a young and old man, who knows how to forbear, and knows how to endure the truth of being angry for a while, but you? Isn't it just dancing? Why don't you just go and dance twice? Why do you bother? Okay now, do you know why General Zuo Wei is Pu Yijian? Hey, old man, old man..."

Murong Tengge shook his head while complaining, looking extremely regretful, thinking that Zhou Fugui had already stepped on Huangquan Road with one leg.

The actual situation is almost the same, Zhou Fugui's competition this time is more than lucky.

"General Pu Yijian of the Left Guard? He's a human after all, right? Not the gods in the sky or the demons and monsters on the earth! Zhou Fugui wiped the modified moon-chasing bow with a silk scarf vigorously, and said lightly: "Thank you for being big, but you can kill and not humiliate, so that Zhou will do such an unbearable thing, and he would rather die." ”

Although Murong Tengge was a little confused, and his army was also mediocre, he actually ordered Zhou Fugui, Albu Valley, and Balhu to go to Luyi to resist the enemy together, which made Zhou Fugui lose more than a thousand brothers, but for Zhou Fugui's goodness, of course Zhou Fugui knew in his heart, and he had always thought of his goodness.

"Well said!" came in a hurry, Murong Huiying's eldest brother, Hulie general Murong Chi, happened to hear Zhou Fugui's words, so he gave a thumbs up and praised: "It is worthy of being my man on the grassland!" I'd rather die than be dishonored! ”

I'm not a Hu person, Zhou Fugui muttered in his heart and then arched his hand: "The young general Zhou Fugui will meet the prince!" ”

"Hey, they're all dying people, why do you have so many false courtesies?" Murong Chi pressed Zhou Fugui's arm and said, "Fugui, my brother came here to tell you two words, you have to pay attention to the old boy's arrows and whirling arrows in Zuowei." ”

His own little sister fell in love with Zhou Fugui, so Murong Chi regarded himself as his eldest brother... And the person who marries a grassland woman becomes a man on the grassland.

"Arrows and whirling arrows?" Zhou Fugui pondered Murong Chi's words.

"Hmm..."Murong Chi nodded and continued: "Ziyue, she asked me to tell you, if you can't fight, just run, she has a way to keep you safe." ”

"Princess Purple Moon?" Zhou Fugui smiled faintly when he heard this, and said: "I am tired of the prince to bring her a message, if something happens to Zhou... I bothered Princess Ziyue to help take care of Zhou's family. ”

"yes, got it." Murong Chi nodded when he heard this.

"Tom... Tong... Tom..."

At this time, the urging drum sounded, the drum beat faster than the other, and within the three-way drum, Zhou Fugui must appear in the school field, otherwise he will be beheaded and shown to the public.

"Rich...," Murong Tengge called.

Zhou Fugui nodded, wanted to carry the quiver containing ten feather arrows on his back, and then carried the moon-chasing bow, turned over on the horse, gently clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and the black war horse under his crotch ran towards the gate of the school field.

Zhou Fugui turned around and arched his hand towards Murong Chi and Murong Tengge.

"Well, don't worry..."Murong Chi nodded and said, "After you leave, Ziyue's marriage... She'll still get married, but she'll always miss you. ”

In Murong Chi's eyes, Zhou Fugui was already a dead man.

Zhou Fugui almost fell off his horse when he heard this.

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"Tom... Tong... Tom..."

"Woo... Woo... Woo..."

"Color! Color! Color! ”

"Yes, yes!"

"General Zuowei, slaughter that kid!"

"Boy, don't be afraid, being able to fight against General Zuo Wei is a blessing that you have only cultivated in several lifetimes, and you will become famous after death!"

In the Yan Palace, in the school field, the drums are bursting, the colorful flags are fluttering, and the horns are repeated, as if there is a big war.

On the side of the school, there are Emperor Murong Xi, Empress Murong Qing, Prince Murong Cheng of the Great Yan Kingdom, as well as a group of imperial relatives, royal relatives, dignitaries, etc., with a large number of people and crowds, which is very lively.

Although the previous competition was also more intense, it looked boring, so many people yawned to see it, at this time the finale appeared, Dayan's first arrow, Pu Yijian and the hairy boy Zhou Fugui's competition, for the battle of life and death, attracted everyone's attention, cheered loudly, and applauded again and again.

"Father, why don't you stop it?" Princess Murong Huiying anxiously climbed Murong Bolie's arm and asked.

"Didn't you tell you why? Yingying, why are you so alarmed? What a disappointment for my father! Murong Bolie glared at Murong Huiying and scolded, looked at the school and said, "Whether Zhou Ying will live or die depends on the will of heaven!" ”

Good boy, how dare you hook up with my daughter? It's best to die, it's not a pity to die, Murong Bolie secretly sneered in his heart, but if this kid has a big life, then what happens next?

This little girl is becoming more and more smart, and Emperor Yan Murong Xi glanced at Murong Huiying, who had tears in her eyes, and said secretly in her heart.

"Tom... Tong... Tom..."

After two drums, one rode out of the gate and came to the school grounds.

He was about forty years old, short and stout, with a large and round head, a broad face, high cheekbones, a wide nose, a thick beard, and only a small handful of stiff beards under the collar, long earlobes with holes, an earring, a fur-edged pocket on his head, three long wild goose feathers inserted on the top of the head, a pair of gold-edged bright light Kai, a large oval deck on the chest and back, which wrapped the stout body, shining in the sun. Holding a pair of three-stone dragon scale strong bows, a silver-maned Dawan horse with a divine horse in his crotch, standing majestically in the field.

Lai will be the commander of the Great Yan Imperial Forest Army, and the general of the Left Guard, Pu Yijian.

"Color! Color! Color! ”

"The Great General of the Left Guard is mighty!"

"The general of the left guard against such a child can be described as killing chickens with a knife ear!"

"Kill chickens with a knife?"

"Why don't you go up?"

"Bah, what does the big order have to do with me?"

"To be afraid is to be afraid, what is the will of Da Dan Yu?"

"Bet, bet, buy and leave!"

"Haha, you're demented? I must buy the general of the left guard, do you still buy that wild boy who doesn't know where to come from? That wild boy hasn't come out of the gate yet, is he panicking? ”

"You little lamb with no hair, the old man's sword is on the side, and he wants to buy Zhou Ying's victory!"

"Lose to death, you old girl!"

"Bump!"

"Ouch!"

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The general of the left guard, Pu Yijian, was majestic, and immediately caused crazy cheers from everyone, and the cheers and shouts were deafening. At the same time as the world

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Good games, whether north or south, so they have to pay money or gamble.

In the Yan court, he is even more fond of Bo opera, and he spends a lot of money.

Some palace people have even reached the point of obsession.

"Say it quickly, say it quickly, who wins?"

Prince Yan was also extremely excited, rubbing his hands and asking several attendants who were serving the prince.

"Your Highness, of course you will win by buying the general of the left guard." A young chamberlain replied, "Who is the general of the Left Guard?" I am the number one divine arrow in the Great Yan Kingdom, can he be defeated? There is no reason for heaven! ”

"Reasonable!" Murong Cheng's fat head moved in approval.

"Your Highness...", an older chamberlain said: "The people in the field, nine times out of ten, the general of the Bo Zuowei wins, so even if he wins, there is not much money, it is better to win with a small Bo, Bo Zhou is rich and noble!" ”

"Reasonable!" Murong Cheng's fat head moved again.

"The general of the left guard will win, and Zhou Fugui will be defeated! You old slave, you want Your Highness's money to go down the drain? ”

"Things in the world are unpredictable, and you little monkey dares to say that you will win and lose, and you have wasted such a good opportunity, and you will lose your highness's money?"

Several chamberlains argued endlessly, and they were almost about to start a firefight, which made Murong Cheng hesitate.

"Queen Mother..."Murong Yi, the second son of Emperor Murong Xi of Yan, the eleven-year-old King of Ganquan, asked Murong Qing, the Empress of Yan: "The child also wants to be Bo, who is Bo?" ”

Murong Yi is Murong Qing's parent.

"People haven't come out yet, why are you panicking?" Murong Qing replied with a slight smile.

If Zhou Fugui is timid and does not dare to go out to fight, then the result is self-evident, if he dares to fight, it is not a chance to win, but it is worth a game.

"Hmph, come here, bet a thousand gold, Zhou Ting wins!"

Things were unavoidable, so Murong Huiying snorted coldly and ordered his subordinates.

"Sister Ziyue, are you so sure? Pavilion Chief Zhou is that Zhou Fugui, right? He's going to win? The eldest daughter of Emperor Yan Murong Xi, the eldest princess of the Great Yan Kingdom, who was only fourteen years old, asked curiously when she saw this.

Murong Xiaoxiao was born to the former queen and is sweet and cute.

"I said yes, and he could." Murong Huiying replied lightly but firmly.

"Oh..."When Murong Xiaoxiao heard this, she instructed the palace maid beside her: "Like Princess Ziyue, with a thousand gold, Bo Zhou Pavilion will win!" ”

When the two palace maids heard this, they hurriedly ran to bet.

If Murong Xiaoxiao knew that Zhou Fugui was Murong Huiying's "concubine"... I wonder how she feels? After learning the truth, I wonder if I will regret beating my chest?

"Bo Lie..."For an ant-like character like Zhou Fugui, whether he is alive or dead, Murong Xi doesn't care, he comes to the school field, that is, to watch the excitement, and his mind is not here, so Murong Xi asked Murong Bolie: "Is the body and bones of the Right Virtuous King really...?" ”

King Youxian is seriously ill, for Murong Xi, there are good and bad, the good thing is that it weakens the power of the Hou Party, and the bad thing is that the balance of the Yan court will be broken.

Murong Bolie, the king of the left sage, and Murong Wang, the king of the right, are both Murong Xi's right-hand men, and the fight between the two is a good thing for Murong Xi.

The art of checks and balances is what an emperor should basically have, and the same is true for Emperor Xianbei.

Murong Bolie nodded when he heard this.

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