On the second day, the sky was still so boring that people felt irritable.

I don't know if he accidentally showed a little bit of strength yesterday, and those people who were still laughing at him yesterday shrank their necks when they saw him.

When I saw him, I just said a few innocuous words behind his back.

At this moment, the person standing on the martial stage is Liang Tian, ​​and Liang Jingzhan is sitting in the distance, watching him from a distance, and clenched his sleeves tightly.

If Liang Tian can win to the end, he will work hard to make it to the end, to the end.

If he wins, he will have the opportunity to ask his father for the position of Zhongshu Ling openly.

Zhongshu Ling's position is noble and prominent, and he can directly report to his father to seal it.

And Liang Tian's uncle used his position to win over many courtiers, and his party members grew more and more, and the voice for supporting Liang Tian's position as the crown prince became louder and louder.

If he can cut off his path, he can save a lot of trouble in the future.

If Liang Tian's power is suppressed, those bloody things that happened before will not happen again.

The second is because of Fu Yanning.

Fu Yanning lived in Menxia Province and served as a servant. If he could really become a Zhongshuling, he could also work with Fu Yanning.

The officials of the Zhongshu Province and the officials of the Menxia Province originally worked in their respective government offices.

Just because it rained a few days ago, the roof of Menxia Province was in disrepair for a long time, and the cold rain invaded for a while, so the saint drove the people from Menxia Province to Zhongshu Province, and worked with the people from Zhongshu Province, and brought the three provinces with daily use. The place where we came to discuss affairs—Zhengshitang was also moved to Zhongshu Sheng.

The Zhengshitang is in Menxia Province, perhaps because Menxia Province moved here, someone proposed to move the Zhengshitang.

After the sage heard the proposal, he started to do it without saying a word.

Why the saint is so straightforward, everyone in the court knows it well.In this way, the sage intends to elevate the position of the High School Secretary.

However, this also increased the difficulty for him to win the order of Zhongshu.

The reason why it is difficult is mainly because of the current position of Zhongshu Province in the three provinces.

The difficulty was that his father would agree to such an unreasonable request of his, and even if he agreed, all the officials might jump out and scramble to obstruct him.

Liang Jingzhan withdrew his gaze from looking at the Wutai, yawned, and leaned lazily against the wall.

He was still holding the drawn note in his hand. The name on the note was his opponent in the next round. Liang Jingzhan had never heard of this name, and he didn't want to know who it was.

The moment his eyelids were about to close, Liang Jingzhan saw a figure in a daze.

It's the seventh brother.

Seventh Brother was walking towards him with a large group of people behind him, all of them were full of air, with some inexplicable complacency on their faces.

Liang Jingzhan squeezed the hot note in the palm of his hand, and almost understood what his seventh brother was going to do.

"Third brother, why are you sitting here? Are you not in a hurry to practice?" The seventh brother pulled his hair, lowered his head and asked him with a grinning grin.

Liang Jingzhan resisted the urge to kick him, stood up slowly, closed his eyes and frowned as if in pain, "Seventh brother hurts... Let go... I have a headache..."

The seventh brother didn't let go of his hand grabbing his hair, and grabbed the note in his hand with the other hand, "Then you have to promise me one thing."

"Okay, whatever the seventh brother says, the third brother will agree to you." Liang Jingzhan suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled maliciously, and fell onto him unexpectedly.

The seventh brother froze on the spot with his eyes open, and didn't have time to react.

Liang Jingzhan grabbed his shoulder with one hand in the shape of an eagle hook, and stepped heavily on the seventh brother's foot with one foot, asking him distressedly, "Seventh brother, are you okay? I just sat for a long time, My feet are numb when I get up."

"You have numb feet, why are you pouring on me? What does your numb feet have to do with me? It's really bad luck to be stepped on by you!" The seventh brother pushed him away, angrily, clutching his shoulders in pain, his feet kept moving , "Have you seen the silver? What are you waiting for, quickly help me sit down!"

The few people who were pulled by him helped him up as if he had just woken up from a dream, and let him sit where Liang Jingzhan was sitting just now.

A few sharp-eyed ones went to help him hammer his shoulders, and a few laggards reluctantly squatted down to help the seventh brother press his feet. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it like an old man.

Waiting for you to feel comfortable for a while, I guess you will suffer later.

"You just said, as long as this king says, you will agree to it, right?" The seventh brother twisted his waist, and Liang Jingzhan could see that he was struggling.

Liang Jingzhan nodded obediently, with sincere eyes.

"Well, next time you compete with me."

"Seventh brother, do you mean you want to compete with me?" Liang Jingzhan pointed at himself pretending to be surprised, "That's not okay. Seventh brother, your martial arts skills are better than third brother. If you fight with third brother, won't I definitely lose?"

The seventh brother laughed when he heard his words, "Why, you still thought about winning?"

The people around him laughed when they heard him laugh.

The seventh brother looked even more proud, and patted the sword on his waist, "I don't care what you think, this second match today, you have to compare with me no matter what!"

Seventh Brother's tone was threatening, as if he would kill him if he disagreed.

"Then what about the opponent drawn on this note?" Liang Jingzhan looked at the note in his hand.

"You don't have to worry about that." Seventh Brother handed the note in his hand to a person next to him, "Go, find the person on the note, and ask him to change his opponent!"

"The seventh brother must be gentle!" Liang Jingzhan touched his arm, "Look at the third brother's skin and tender flesh, he is afraid of nothing but pain."

"My lord, I just hit you until you call me my brother." The seventh younger brother laughed even more arrogantly.

Liang Jingzhan didn't want to talk to this fool, sat down beside him, squinted his eyes and planned to take a rest.

Unexpectedly, his action was seen by the seventh brother, and the seventh brother called him up very dissatisfied: "Why are you sitting there? Give me a shoulder!"

"Okay, okay!" Liang Jingzhan walked around behind him and hammered his shoulders, while thinking about how to deal with him on the martial arts platform.

After about a stick of incense, Liang Jingzhan heard someone calling him to come on stage.

The seventh brother was very excited. He twisted his neck, stretched his muscles and bones, and walked towards the Wutai with great arrogance, as if he was about to go to the battlefield.

Liang Jingzhan followed behind him and also walked to the Wutai, as if he was a striker.

After saluting each other, the seventh brother turned his head and smiled towards the audience. The smile was different from before, as if he was showing off to others, with a look of stupidity on his face, "Look."

Liang Jingzhan followed his gaze and looked down the stage. Among a group of huge warriors, he could easily spot a young girl with delicate features at a glance.

The little girl was looking up at the seventh brother earnestly, her eyes were shining brightly, and only then did he know why the seventh brother was laughing.

It turned out that he was playing prestige in front of other little girls, no wonder he asked him to beat him.

The seventh brother turned his head, drew out the sword at his waist without hesitation, and was about to stab, but Liang Jingzhan stretched out his palm to block, "Stop!"

The sword was already in the middle of the journey, and he saw that he said stop without thinking of stopping, and gradually approached Liang Jingzhan.

Liang Jingzhan dodged sideways and grabbed his arm, "I said stop, didn't the seventh brother see that my hands are empty?"

"What's the difference between you holding a sword and not holding a sword? Third brother, do you know how to use a sword?" The seventh brother stopped the sword and patted him on the shoulder with the sword to make fun of him. I was stabbed by myself first!"

The people below burst into laughter.

Liang Jingzhan whispered helplessly in his ear: "Fool, I'm helping you. What's the point of you saying you want to win against an unarmed man? Even if you win in front of other girls, it's disgraceful."

The seventh brother looked around, still thinking about the pros and cons, and had no idea for a while.

There was a soft female voice amidst the laughter, the voice was gentle and decisive: "His Royal Highness, the other contestants are both armed. Now His Highness Rong Wang has no weapons, even if His Royal Highness wins, it doesn't mean much. And be laughed at."

Liang Jingzhan looked at her face carefully, and then remembered this woman. She was invited into the palace by the saint a month ago.

But no one knew what she was doing.

But everyone in the palace could tell that even her father respected her, so no one dared to provoke her for a while.

I don't know how his good seventh brother met this girl.

The seventh brother, who had been hesitating all this time, nodded decisively in agreement after hearing this, "What weapon do you want to use?" He pointed to the arsenal behind him, "You choose yourself."

"No need to choose." Liang Jingzhan took out a bag of melon seeds from his arms and poured them into his hand, "I'll use this."

When everyone saw that the thing Liang Jingzhan took out was melon seeds, they supported their waists and laughed loudly: "Melon seeds? Is His Royal Highness Rong serious? This competition is a real competition, not a children's game."

"Melon seeds can be used as weapons. I can trust other people to use them, but His Royal Highness can use them. I'm afraid they are not for eating?"

Several concubines on the high platform were amazed: "Melon seeds? What is Rong Wang doing?"

"Interesting!"

"King Rong really knows how to make amazing moves."

The saint leaning on the back of the chair also raised his eyelids and looked at the martial field below, secretly looking forward to the start of this competition.

"I asked you to choose the weapon." Liang Chengshen pointed his sword at him, "You chose it yourself, I didn't bully you."

"Come on." Liang Jingzhan brushed his hair back, enveloping the hair with brilliant light, exuding a dazzling radiance, and the tight-fitting clothes showed a strong and straight figure.

"Don't cry if you lose!" Seventh Brother said contemptuously as he stabbed with his sword.

The competition has begun.

More and more people gathered around the Wutai.

"You see, King Rong is not capable at all, he has no strength to fight back, and is suppressed by the sword of His Highness the Seventh Prince everywhere." A tall man pointed at King Rong, his eyes were full of ridicule.

The person next to him said proudly: "I'm right, he must lose this round."

One person looked at him coldly: "Isn't that what it is? You still use melon seeds to put on airs, and you really think you can make something famous!"

"Let me tell you, it was just a fluke yesterday, a blind cat ran into a dead mouse!"

Another person pointed at him and yelled at the surrounding people: "Look, look, he's fallen to the ground!"

"What's so strange about this, isn't it commonplace?" A person looked on with arms folded in disdain.

A strong man seemed dissatisfied with the results he saw, shook his head and sighed: "Oh, that's it? Just admit defeat early, what can you do?"

On the Wutai, Liang Jingzhan fell to the ground.

There is no way to hide blindly like this.

Seeing another sword stabbing at him, his eyes flashed, and he took the opportunity to make a move.

Five melon seeds flew towards the seventh brother's waist, and the seventh brother was repelled violently.

Liang Jingzhan finally got the chance, a carp rolled and stood up.

"Look, look, His Highness the Seventh Highness is actually vomiting blood from a few little melon seeds!"

"Impossible? How could his martial arts be so powerful all of a sudden?"

"How do I know this? We must be wrong."

"I didn't expect melon seeds to be used like this!"

The seventh brother was clutching his arm that was hit by him, and the sword in his hand became more and more unsteady.

Liang Jingzhan took the opportunity to hit his hand, and with a "bang", the sword in Seventh Brother's hand had already fallen to the ground.

Several people whispered together, not daring to speak loudly:

"His Royal Highness is at a disadvantage."

One quietly glanced at the stage, and opened his mouth wide: "Prince Rong...he...he actually kicked His Highness Seventh Prince's chest!"

Several people looked at the stage one after another, each dumbfounded.

"His Royal Highness was kicked down."

The seventh brother was kicked to the ground, in front of so many people, he felt humiliated, if he was defeated by others, he would have nothing to say.

But the other party is his third brother, a useless idiot that everyone can defeat, if he defeats him, is that okay?

Thinking of this, sternness gradually appeared in his eyes, and a vicious look appeared on his face, "If you dare to let me lose, you will definitely die!"

Liang Jingzhan raised one of his arms, "Third brother is so scared." But there was no expression of fear on his face.

Liang Jingzhan pulled him up.

He raised the sword on the ground lightly with his toes, and spread out his hand at his side. The wind from the sword's fall blew a few black hairs of Liang Jingzhan, making him look even more graceful.

The hilt of the sword happened to fall on his hand, Liang Jingzhan grabbed the hilt, put the sword across his neck, and closed his eyes in a deep voice, "Seventh brother, what did you say just now? Why don't you say something again?"

The blood from the corners of Seventh Brother's mouth flowed down the corners of his lips, his lips moved, he couldn't speak for a long time, the blood also dripped down to the blade of the sword, and his bloodshot eyes stared fiercely at him.

Liang Jingzhan shook his head, without any fear in his heart, he took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve, and carefully wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, "It's indecent to be seen by that girl!"

"You..." Seventh Brother turned his head and took a deep breath, and looked back at him with eyes that wanted to kill him.

Liang Jingzhan took away the blood-stained handkerchief, and handed the sword into his hand, "If you want to kill me, continue!"

There was no sound in the audience for a moment, and many people thought of going together in unison: What is Rong Wang up to?

However, His Royal Highness Rong could beat His Highness the Seventh Prince, it was really strange, he must have used some shady tricks!

King Rong can't be this strong!

The seventh brother took the sword.

Before Liang Jingzhan could turn around, someone stabbed a sword through the air behind him. The owner of the sword used all his strength, and the sharp sword rubbed against the headwind all the way.

There was a gust of sword wind, Liang Jingzhan's ears moved, he jumped up, and kicked his hand with a flying kick.

The sword in Seventh Brother's hand dropped again, and Liang Jingzhan kicked him in the chest again and again, each time he kicked, he could feel the killing intent of the people under his feet getting stronger and stronger.

The seventh brother kept backing away, stepped on the ground with one foot, couldn't support his body and fell down on his head, just like that, fell off the martial arts platform.

"It's over." Liang Jingzhan clapped his hands, as if he had just done someone a small favor, he leaned over and picked up the sword on the ground and threw it to the seventh brother under the Wutai.

The seventh brother stood up slowly, caught the sword with one hand, the sharp edge of the sword slipped from his palm, and blood continued to flow from the sword, "You are cheating!"

When he said this, the audience in the Wutai became irritable again, "Sure enough! I said that King Rong must have used tricks to win! Have you ever seen him win the second match!"

"that is!"

"It's shameful for the king to deceive you!"

The concubines squeezed their handkerchiefs excitedly, their eyes sparkled, "King Rong has won! King Rong has won!"

"There's only one last game left!"

"King Rong must work hard!"

Someone advised them: "Don't be too happy. In the last match, King Rong will still meet His Highness Li Wang. Whoever wins at that time will be considered the real winner. Today is just his luck, and tomorrow it will be hard to say."

Liang Jingzhan hummed and returned to the corner.

Not far behind, Liang Tian held a melon seed in his hand and said, "The thing that hit me yesterday and forced me to exert force on you seems to be this little melon seed."

The person in front of him crushed melon seeds and fixed his eyes on Liang Jingzhan's back: "You made me look bad and hurt my seventh brother, just wait and see!"

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