Empress, your husband is invincible

But before Qin Muzhi could say anything, Ling Xuejian suddenly laughed.

"The emperor's intentions are of course good.

But how can you gentlemen know him as deeply as I, the only daughter of the former emperor?
My royal father, although the world has different praises and criticisms for him, but I know that he is the person who protects me the most in the world.

But today is different, with Marquis Wu sitting in charge, Da Ling is no longer in urgent need of Wu Zhidao.

Therefore, after much deliberation, I decided to slightly modify my father's will.Ladies and gentlemen, why don't you make a decision after listening to it? "

Qin Muzhi's beard trembled slightly, but before he opened his mouth, Zhuang Xiaojing suddenly murmured inadvertently, and the voice just reached his ears:

"Just [-] Northern Desert Iron Cavalry is really not enough to be crowned king. If you can add some combat achievements..."

Qin Muzhi realized instantly and gritted his teeth for a moment.

Ling Xuejian didn't intend to crown Zhuang Xiaoyun king at all, the reason why he mentioned it was purely for the purpose of suppressing himself and the family representatives behind him at this time!
Qin Muzhi understood, and the smart people behind him naturally understood too.

Today, Zhuang Xiaoyunhu Canyon's battle can be said to have deterred Beimo for at least three years!
Without the biggest foreign enemy, facing Zhuang Xiaoyun's iron cavalry, how should they, the aristocratic families in the country, deal with themselves?

You can only keep your own place for the time being, and just plan for the future!

Ling Xuejian and Zhuang Xiaojing looked at each other, then continued to smile and said:
"I've really thought about it carefully, martial arts alone is too monotonous, and I can't see other talents of my future husband-in-law.

How about adding poetry, songs, and wits? "

Qin Muzhi's face froze, but all the officials behind him were happy.

If their children were to compete with the generals' children to compete in martial arts and internal strength, then don't think about it, they would all end up being pushed to the ground and rubbed against each other.

But if you add poetry and songs, and the so-called battle of wits...

Those who were rubbed against the ground could only be those generals' children...

Those with good intentions subconsciously turned their heads to look at Huang Yi, only to find that Huang Yi's expression was as expected extremely ugly.

"How, what does the little prince think of my idea?"

Seeing that Qin Muzhi was no longer making trouble, Ling Xuejian looked at Tuoba Ying Falcon again.

"This king only cares about the martial arts competition, as for other things, it doesn't matter if you don't participate."

Tuoba Ying Falcon didn't care about waving his hands.

"How many others?"

Ling Xuejian scanned the other envoys from the Three Kingdoms one by one.

Among all the countries, the most powerful envoy of the Northern Desert had no objection to this, and the envoys of the other three countries naturally did not, nor did they dare to have any opinion.

For a while, Ling Xuejian was full of enthusiasm, and smiled:
"The rest of my love, is there any other state affairs that need to be reported?"

After saying that, Ling Xuejian turned to look at Wei Jie who was still lying on the ground.

The little yellow gate next to Wei Jie quickly reminded him.

Wei Jie received the reminder, then kowtowed his head twice on the ground, got up abruptly, flicked the whisk, and raised his voice:
"Everyone loves you in peace. Retire~"

With the support of the female officer, Ling Xuejian stepped down from the dragon chair, turned her head to look at the officials in the hall, and tightly grasped the piece of rice paper in her hand——

The feeling of something to rely on in my heart is really different from before...

Ling Xuejian had just stepped out of the apse, and when she saw the scene in front of her clearly, her face froze instantly.

Zhuang Shuanglin was kneeling on one knee, saluted her solemnly, and apologized:
"Your Majesty forgive me. I didn't intend to deceive Your Majesty."

Ling Xuejian seemed to remember something, smiled, and helped him up with his own hands.

"Did you already know that Mr. Ye has a poetic talent?"

"what?"

Zhuang Shuanglin's face froze, but he quickly reacted:
"Your Majesty also knows?"

Ling Xuejian raised her brows slightly, pretending to be angry and said:

"If I didn't know about this, how would I dare to brag about adding two more contests?"

"..."

Zhuang Shuanglin had nothing to say for a moment.

Ling Xuejian took her arm, walked straight towards Tingfeng Palace, and said casually:
"By the way, your cousin is back from his travels, do you know?"

"... Zhuang Han?"

Zhuang Shuanglin looked at Ling Xuejian in amazement, and only then did she know why she dared to let the generals' children participate in the competition.

Zhuang Han is the only son of his cousin Zhuang Xiaojing.

Different from Zhuang Yan, who was a prodigal son who did not live up to expectations, Zhuang Han was astonishing and gorgeous since he was a child, and he was famous all over the city of Phoenix.

Practicing martial arts, one reaches the third stage at the age of ten.

Xuewen, the articles he wrote when he was nine years old were enough to be praised by the great Confucians of the Imperial College.

But Zhuang Han's spirit was extremely high, and he was unparalleled in aloofness.

Just because of a quarrel with Zhuang Xiaojing four years ago, he ran away from home in anger and never returned home once.

During this period, no one knew his whereabouts.

So far, it has been five years...

Seeing that Zhuang Shuanglin was lost in thought, Ling Xuejian couldn't help teasing again:
"I remember that you brothers and sisters used to compare each other in secret?
Otherwise, I allow you to take a rest for a day?You go to see him? "

Zhuang Shuanglin gave a wry smile:
"It's better to avoid it. That cousin of the minister is not like a mortal. If you go now, you will only get a bad nose."

Ling Xuejian stopped laughing, thought for a while, and said seriously:

"Forget it, after you see him, help me find out his internal martial arts strength."

Zhuang Shuanglin's heart moved, and he asked in disbelief:

"Your Majesty wants him to help Mr. Ye cheat?"

Ling Xuejian looked at the courtyard wall of Tingfeng Palace, which was already visible, and said thoughtfully:

"No matter how lonely Zhuang Han is, if I order, he will always obey as before, right?"

"..."

Zhuang Shuanglin stared at her blankly, silent for a while.

Others don't know that Zhuang Han likes Ling Xuejian, but Zhuang Shuanglin, who has regarded him as an opponent since he was a child, knows it better than anyone else...

Now, Ling Xuejian wants Zhuang Han to cheat Ye Cheng, who is his rival in love?

Not to mention cheating or not, even if Zhuang Shuanglin thinks he can't match Zhuang Han's martial arts in flattery, but if he really fights, is Zhuang Han really Ye Cheng's opponent?

"Forget it, let's not mention this matter for now. At worst, I will personally call him into the palace to talk."

Ling Xuejian took out a piece of crumpled rice paper from his cuff and handed it to Zhuang Shuanglin.

"Shuanglin, please help me to see, how is this poem written?"

Zhuang Shuanglin took it in silence, but after just looking at it, he raised his head in surprise.

On the rice paper, there is no doubt that it is Ling Xuejian's handwriting.

But Ling Xuejian, hasn't he written a poem since the emperor scolded him when he was young?

Looking down at the poem carefully, Zhuang Shuanglin's face gradually became weird.

"Dongfeng puts flowers on thousands of trees at night... the crowd searched for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place..."

"This word..."

Even with a rough proficiency in writing, Zhuang Shuanglin can still see the beautiful artistic conception and sublime connotation of this poem...

"Written by Ye Cheng."

Raising his hand and pointing at Tingfeng Palace, Ling Xuejian smiled.