Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

"Check out first, give me the money!"

But the voice just fell——

There was a thunderous sound of iron hoofs next to the ears of the two of them!

Lao Qian looked anxiously, but saw a wolf totem flag waving in the wind in the south, and eight hundred Qiang cavalry swept in like a black tide guarding a carriage, from far to near.

Weeping with joy, he punched the gambler heavily on the shoulder:

"Damn, I won!"

"Give the money!"

However, after receiving the punch, the gambler sat down on the ground, closed his eyes, and fell backwards.

"Hey, hey..."

"Don't try to renege!"

"It's no use pretending to be dead! Don't think I don't know you have a beautiful wife!"

……

On the high platform, King Jubei saw the [-] Qiang cavalry return to their positions, without changing his face, he raised his hand and gave an order:

"Beat the drum."

In an instant, the sound of drums shook the sky!

Chapter 80 Strong wine

In the stands, a group of guests couldn't help whispering when they saw the menacing Qiang cavalry.

"Is that the one in the carriage the Fourth Young Master of the Palace?"

"Yeah, it's exactly the same as in the rumors, lethargic, and such an important day is almost delayed! There are no rules!"

"But... didn't he arrive in time?"

"What's the use of arriving in time? Hmph, the rest of the young masters and ladies all ride horses, even Miss Fifth, who is dedicated to music and doesn't practice martial arts very much, insists on riding horses, but he is lucky enough to sit on the exclusive seat of King Rejecting the North." Luxurious carriage!"

"Old Qin, you are an old soldier in the army. Have you ever seen someone go to war in a carriage?"

"actually……"

The old pawn surnamed Qin scratched his head and said something inappropriate:

"Actually, there are. I remember that the prince always took this carriage to go north a few years ago, and led his troops to repel the invasions of the Di people again and again."

"..."

Everyone was silenced by this sentence.

Suddenly, a middle-aged scholar with a feather fan and a scarf said:

"You said, the prince gave the carriage to the fourth son, will it..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone interrupted immediately:

"Don't talk nonsense, the prince is afraid that the fourth son, who has no power to restrain the chicken, will lose his life, and there is no other meaning!"

However, the middle-aged scholar said:

"But I heard that the prince gave the fourth son the priceless and famous sword Shuoyue!"

"Let a young man who has no strength to restrain a chicken go wandering on the Beidi grassland with a famous sword in his hand, is it also to save his life?"

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to refute.

Even the most noisy people were speechless.

The scholar continued:

"Do you think there is such a possibility that this Fourth Young Master has actually been hiding his clumsiness under the lord's instructions for 19 years, until today he is ready to make his mark, win the title of Dabi in one fell swoop, and secure his position as the son?"

As soon as this remark came out, the rest of the people frowned even deeper.

"No, it's impossible, right?"

One shook his head and said:

"The folk customs in the northern region are tough, and most of the people hate people with deep plans. In addition, the second son has gained a lot of power in the army and won the hearts of the people, so..."

"Fourth Young Master Zang Zhuo will backfire on the contrary. Even with the support of the prince, I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince the public!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

At this time, a knight-errant said impatiently:

"Don't guess, you can guess what the prince is thinking!"

"As for whether the Fourth Young Master is hiding his clumsiness, we will see the result in a month."

……

As the person with the highest level of martial arts cultivation on the field, King Jubei naturally heard everyone's discussions, but no matter what others said, he remained calm and composed, making it difficult for people to see through his inner thoughts.

On the side, the second wife, Jiang Jing, had a slight smile on her face, and she also didn't care about other people's discussions.

Boom, boom...

After a round of drum beating, the time of Mao has passed, and the time of Chen has come.

He refused to take a step forward.

In an instant, the entire school grounds fell silent.

Everyone stopped talking and turned their attention to the owner of the three northern states.

Just listen to the deep voice of the King of the North:

"In the 28 years of Hongxing, that is, last year, the Anbei Army and Beidi fought a total of 720 times, of which there were 42 battles involving more than [-] people!"

"Kill the enemy and behead them, a total of 650 people!"

"A total of 460 soldiers were killed in the Anbei Army!"

"No one fled before the battle, no one was afraid of surrender, and the northern border is full of vigor, and the world is amazed!"

He paused and said again:

"This year is Hongxing's 29th year."

"Maybe more battles will be fought in the northern border, and more soldiers may be killed, but this king can guarantee that as long as this king does not die for a day, Beidi will never be able to break through the border and invade the Central Plains!"

"The children of this king will also inherit the ambition of 'rejecting the North', and together with all the Anbei Army soldiers, put aside life and death, and go north to kill the enemy!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's blood boiled with enthusiasm, and they began to drink the words "King of the North" together:

"Rejecting the North King!"

"Rejecting the North King!"

……

Jiang Qiushui, the King of Rejecting the North, said again:

"Over the years, the position of the prince of the palace has been vacant. His Majesty has mentioned this matter many times. This king has been struggling with candidates. I don't know who can convince everyone!"

"The three states in the northern region have been infested by the Di people all year round, and the wars have continued. After careful consideration, this king believes that only those who can bear the important task of 'rejecting the north' can be qualified to inherit the throne!"

"So this time for the winter hunting, the king decided to let each of the five children lead an army to go north. Within a period of one month, the one who has won the most military exploits will be the heir to the throne!"

"I don't know if this is the case, can you convince everyone?"

The onlookers shouted loudly one by one:

"Clothes!"

"Convince!"

"very fair!"

But someone whispered:

"When it comes to military merits, how can it be just one match? The Second Young Master and the Third Miss have killed countless enemies for so many years, isn't it for nothing?"

On the side, someone explained:

"So the Second Young Master and the Third Miss are the biggest favorites to win the competition!"

"The rest of the young masters and young ladies have never been on the battlefield, so how can they compare to the two of them in terms of marching and fighting? Isn't it obvious that the prince has made such an arrangement?"

The rest of the people suddenly realized.

……

on the high platform.

After finishing his speech, the King of Rejecting North slightly raised his hand, and at the same time ordered:

"Beat the drum and serve the wine!"

Boom, boom...

Drums sounded.

At the same time, an obese man with a body like a hill stepped out from behind the school field.

This person was wearing an expensive brocade dress, with seven or eight large gold chains hanging around his neck, and gold and jade bracelets and rings on his wrists and fingers, he looked like a nouveau riche.

It was the behind-the-scenes boss of Qifengju, Shen Qianjin.

Shen Qianjin was followed by hundreds of handymen and carriages full of pottery bowls and wine jars.

Under his methodical arrangement, the servants quickly distributed the bowls and wine to each soldier.

at the same time.

Shen Qianjin dragged his bloated body, and with the support of two handymen, came to the high platform with two bowls of wine, and handed the wine to King Jubei and his second wife Jiang Jing.

"Thank you, Mr. Shen."

King Rejecting Bei slightly nodded.

Shen Qianjin wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled:

"Not hard, not hard."

"Preparing Zhuang Xingjiu for the soldiers on the expedition, Shen also has something to do with Rong!"

Jiang Jing's eyes flashed with surprise.

Is this fat man Shen Qianjin, the owner of Xifengju?

but……

It is rumored that this person has been hiding behind the scenes for so many years and refused to show his true colors to others, why did he come here in person today?

Although the 50-year-old Xinfeng wine I bought is expensive, it shouldn't make him an exception, right?

Jiang Jing narrowed her eyes slightly, and suddenly felt something bad in her heart.

However, at this time, the King of Rejecting the North had already raised his bowl and respected everyone from afar:

"I wish you all the best!"

Everyone quickly responded:

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

……

The next moment, King Jubei drank the Zhuangxing wine first, and then dropped the bowl on the ground.

bang, bang...

All the soldiers also drank the wine in one gulp, throwing their bowls to show their strength.

After drinking, many people are still unsatisfied:

"Tsk, this wine..."