Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

After everyone had been bored in the big tent for a long time, they suddenly came to the empty martial arts field. The breeze swept across their faces and made the slightly tipsy people sober. Each one of them was even more excited than before.

Zhou Yuwen was a true Xianbei and had always been a martial artist.

Liang Huan knew it.

It was said to be a martial arts arena, but it looked several times larger than usual, more like a hunting ground.

She followed them silently, and suddenly understood why Yu Wenke was wearing a military uniform.

Xiangzhuang's sword dance is intended for Peigong.

Maybe his marriage in the military was just a cover.

The martial arts arena has been prepared for a long time. There are many shooting booths erected in the open space in the distance, and there are many horses on the edge.

There were other soldiers driving away people who were tied up in a string with ropes, a huge group of men and women, old and young.

Living hunting ground.

This scene is not unfamiliar, even familiar, and you can tell what they are going to do at a glance.

After all, I had a lot of experience following Gao Di in my previous life.

Liang Huan watched intently, feeling a chill in his heart. Those who were tied up must all be Qi Ren.

Or soldiers, or civilians.

If I guessed correctly, she was also one of them.

Yu Wenke specially prepared it for Yu Wenjue.

However, the situation changed. She, who was supposed to appear today, was found by Yu Wenjue in advance, attended his wedding banquet as a guest, and became the concubine of King Qi.

Liang Huan felt a tightness in her chest as she looked at the powerful people in front of her.

The lives of ordinary people are as worthless as a piece of grass in their eyes, and the prisoners of the enemy are worth less than a piece of grass.

Yu Wenke stood at the front with his head held high, smiling and explaining the rules of the game to everyone, and said that the beautiful Qi girls just now would be awarded to everyone as prizes.

After saying that, he ordered people to prepare quickly.

He turned around and added: "Only one stick of incense time."

Some people are eager to win, and some even reserve prizes in advance with a smile.

Yu Wenke laughed loudly and glanced this way with a vague look.

Liang Huan's hands and feet were cold, and his eyes turned to the man in purple.

Perhaps sensing her gaze, Yu Wenjue turned his head and looked in her direction.

Liang Huan looked at him silently, understanding what he meant.

If she wanted to take action, he would accompany her.

Liang Huan slowly lowered his eyes.

All of this was arranged by Yu Wenke and Feng Qingyue.

This is Yu Wenke's military camp. There are only a few of them, so they have no chance of winning.

If she couldn't help but kill Yu Wenke, it would just provide him with a chance to get rid of Yu Wenjue.

It was still justified and reasonable. Liang Huan clenched his fists and swallowed his tears.

Yu Wenke led Yu Wenjue and others to choose horses.

Liang Huan glanced at their retreating figures and followed Yun Ji to see Xi Xing.

Qingzhu followed her every step of the way.

Yun Ji raised her eyebrows slightly: "The concubine is really calm."

Liang Huan looked calm: "It's okay."

Now that she has revealed her identity, she is the concubine of King Qi, and she no longer has to be a lowly person.

Yun Ji glanced at her, with a hint of coldness in her eyes.

The stand is located very high, and you can clearly see the entire martial arts arena even while sitting.

Liang Huan sat down and stared at the fruit cakes placed on the table in front of him, feeling nauseated.

She didn't show any emotion on her face, she just lowered her eyes and held the tea cup in her hand, but she didn't take a sip for a long time.

Yun Ji said a few words from time to time while sipping her tea.

His appraising eyes never left.

Suddenly, a horn sounded.

Liang Huan trembled all over and her heart clenched tightly. She suppressed the fear in her heart and raised her eyes to look over.

In the open space in the distance, the group of people who were bound had been released long ago, and now they were like a group of birds and beasts, being driven around by powerful people on horseback.

In an instant, the whole place was filled with heart-piercing howls and heart-wrenching cries, just like a human Shura field.

Yu Wenke took the lead and rushed to the front.

Liang Huan watched helplessly as he took one arrow after another from the quiver. Every time he shot out, it was the end of his life.

She only dared to stare at Yu Wenke and didn't dare to look at the purple figure at all.

Her hands and feet were so cold that they were almost frozen. Even if the tea in the cup was boiling hot, she could not feel the slightest warmth.

Yun Ji glanced at Liang Huan and smiled faintly: "It looks very interesting, but it's a pity that I can't ride a horse or hunt. Otherwise, I would definitely go down and have fun together."

Liang Huan slowly looked away, his eyes fell on her face, and he smiled: "Yunji's face is so beautiful, maybe it won't look good if it's stained with blood."

Yun Ji raised her lips and smiled: "That's not necessarily the case. I once heard someone say that peonies are so beautiful when they are bathed in blood. I guess it is the flowers that are watered with blood that bloom beautifully, right? I wonder if the concubine has heard of it?"

"Really?" Liang Huan opened his eyes wide and knew nothing, and shook his head: "It seems that I am not as well-informed as Yun Ji."

Yun Ji smiled: "The concubine is humble."

But after half a stick of incense, the harsh screams gradually disappeared, and the oncoming wind was filled with the strong smell of blood.

Liang Huan didn't want to say another word, for fear that if he spoke one moment, he would spit it out the next moment.

Yun Ji sat aside, staring at her intently, half-smiling but not smiling: "The concubine is really amazing. It's the first time I've seen such a scene, and her expression didn't change."

Liang Huan pursed her lips and smiled without saying a word.

While he was talking, there were only a few people running away.

Yun Ji frowned and whispered: "Concubine, is Prince Qi feeling unwell?"

Liang Huan was startled and followed her line of sight. The purple man was sitting a little unsteadily on the horse.

Without thinking too much, she stood up and walked straight down to the high platform, with Qingzhu chasing after her.

The place was very messy, with dead bodies lying on the ground, living people running away, and hunters riding horses.

By the time Liang Huan stepped off the platform, Yu Wenjue had already driven his horse to the edge of the field.

His face was pale, and there were blood stains on his chest.

Liang Huan went up to him and supported him.

Yu Wenjue gave her a reassuring look.

Yu Wenke chased after him, but before he could reach him, the voice had already reached him.

"King Qi, is this an old injury? Do you want me to send the military doctor to take a look?"

Liang Huan glanced at the tall man on the horse, lowered his eyes, and held back his hatred.

Yu Wenjue squeezed her hand and said calmly: "I'm fine."

Yu Wenke was full of concern: "That won't work. If something goes wrong, call the military doctor quickly!"

Someone was ordered to leave.

Yu Wenke let out a long sigh, not without regret: "It's such a pity, our game is only halfway through."

Liang Huan smiled apologetically: "The Duke also knows that His Highness was injured in an assassination attempt, and old injuries always recur. I couldn't use force again, but today, in order not to spoil everyone's interest, I really risked my life to accompany the gentleman."

Yu Wenjue said: "My skills are inferior to others, so I am willing to admit defeat."

Yu Wenke's eagle eyes were sharp, he shook his head and raised his lips with a smile: "You know, King Qi has an old injury and can't continue. What you don't know, he thought that our King Qi couldn't bear the prisoners and deliberately let loose!"

While he was talking, someone came forward and said respectfully: "My lord, I have been brought here."

Yu Wenke glanced at Liang Han meaningfully and sighed: "What a pity. It was just a warm-up, and now it officially begins."

Liang Huan looked over and his pupils shrank.