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Time flies, and five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The cool autumn wind blows slowly, and the yellow leaves gently fall from the withered branches, whirling and falling to the ground. It is obviously a bleak season, but this huge martial arts arena is very lively.

Everyone looked at the young man in white who was riding on a maroon horse, and their eyes were a little hot unconsciously.There were also quite a few ladies from aristocratic families twisting their handkerchiefs with red faces, looking at the man with tender eyes, hoping that he would take a look at them.

This is the annual royal martial arts competition, and all the princes who have not reached the crown and the sons of the third-rank officials must participate, and the one with the best kung fu can get a promise from the current majesty.

What a rare opportunity, to be able to show your face in front of the Holy One, but also get what you want, the princes are all working hard, with excitement and certainty hidden in their eyes.As for the children of other ministers, they all retreated far away, considering how to lose in their hearts. After all, winning the prince is not an honor.

There is only one exception.

The handsome young man in white, who was in the center of the princes, was riding on a maroon horse, with a plain white brocade belt around his waist, and intricate dark patterns embroidered on the corners of his clothes, showing a very luxurious texture in the sun.At this time, the young man was drawing a bow with one hand, his back was straight, and his eyes were focused on the target a hundred meters away.

The boy's black hair was loosely tied behind him with a brocade belt, revealing a beautiful and delicate face like jade. The black hair scattered between the temples gently brushed the jade-white side face, his eyebrows were like ink, and his nose bridge was high. Quite, there is a trance-like beauty in sunlight.

Swish--

The sound of the arrow hitting the target brought back the sanity of many people. Their eyes fell on the arrow handle that hit the red heart, and they whispered again, "It's really a hero out of a boy."

"The son of Nanyang is only fifteen this year, right?"

"It's time to choose a concubine."

"I don't know which lady will be lucky enough to get into his eyes."

"Come on, I won't fall in love with you anyway."

……

The boy in white retracted his bow, turned around and asked with a smile, "How is it?"

His voice is clear and clear, with a smile on his face, he is clearly the clear and broad Mr. Pian Pianjia, but in the eyes of others, he has a feeling of inexplicability. Such a noble and flawless person should...should...

Yan Qi suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the man with eyes as dark as ink, and said in a low voice, "Very good."

Chu Qiumo snorted softly. This person was so cute and cute when he was young, and he was too shy every time he said a word or two to him. Now that he has grown up, he has become taciturn, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"Of course I know very well, how does it compare to you?"

The young man asked provocatively. At his current age, when he was flamboyant and flamboyant, his eyes also had the arrogance of a child from an aristocratic family. His ink-like eyebrows were slightly raised, and he was squinting at the tall and straight man.

Yan Zhao was dressed in bright yellow brocade clothes, and was also riding beside Chu Qiumo at this moment. Hearing this, he said, "How can he compare to younger brother Yuwei?"

The prince's gaze lingered on that beautiful face secretly, and his voice unconsciously carried a bit of flattery.

Yan Qi didn't speak, but just cast a serious look at the proud young man in white, then raised the bow and arrow in his hand, brushed and fired three arrows in a row, each arrow hit the heart, and the arrow behind it just split the arrow in front Open, the split arrow hilt spread out like a flower, still trembling slightly.

Some amazed voices came, and the prince's eyes suddenly became gloomy.

Chu Qiumo pursed her lips slightly, glared at Yan Qi angrily, snorted and pulled the reins before leaving, Yan Zhao said anxiously, "Brother Yuwei!"

"The Emperor is coming-"

The thin eunuch's voice sounded, and everyone knelt down and bowed, "See the emperor, long live the emperor, long live the emperor."

"Everyone loves to be flat."

Emperor Jin Yuan was dressed in the plainclothes of a five-clawed golden dragon, with age marks on his face, making him look a bit vicissitudes.His eyes circled around and landed on the young man in white, "What's wrong with Yuwei?"

The young man's brows drooped slightly, without the usual flamboyance, Emperor Jin Yuan felt something was wrong at first glance, Prince Yan Zhao couldn't wait to speak, "Return to father, Yu Wei just shot an arrow right in the heart..."

"Your Highness!"

The young man sounded a bit annoyed, he had his own pride, how could he sue for such things?

Emperor Jin Yuan has been in the upper position for a long time, and his majesty is extremely deep. He looked at the prince and said, "Continue."

The prince lowered his eyelids to hide the smug look in his eyes. He knew that his father doted on Su Yuwei as much as his son, so he said vaguely, "Brother Yuwei asked the seventh brother to evaluate how he shot, and the seventh brother directly pulled The arrow shot off Yuwei's younger brother's arrow."

These words sounded right at first glance, but they covered up many small details, as if the seventh prince was deliberately targeting the eldest son of the Su family.

As expected, Emperor Jin Yuan was furious, pointed at Yan Qi and said, "Niety! Kneel down!"

Chu Qiumo continued, "Uncle Huang, things are not like that..."

Emperor Jin Yuan couldn't listen to anything else at this time, and waved his hand to signal him not to say any more, "Yuwei, I know you have a kind heart, even though what the crown prince said is biased, this evil obstacle is two years older than you, shouldn't you let him you?"

Chu Qiumo was choked up by these words for a moment, and he opened his mouth not knowing what to say.

Yan Qi knelt down with a bang, lowered his head and did not speak.He is only 17 years old now, but he is already very tall, probably of Xianbei blood, which makes him very different from the gentle Dayan, with sharp outlines and extremely handsome.

Even though he was kneeling there at this time, his back was straight. Compared with the already aged Emperor Jin Yuan, he was like a young eagle, looking vigorous and sharp.

A trace of disgust flashed in Emperor Jin Yuan's eyes. He didn't like this son at all. The blood of the Xianbei clan was extremely low, but the crown prince was powerful and he needed someone to balance it out. At this time, the seventh prince of mixed blood was the best choice. After all, just the fact of his birth was enough to break his thoughts.

Of course, Emperor Jin Yuan didn't like the prince either, more precisely, he didn't like any of his sons.

When people get old, they become more casual in doing things. Emperor Jin Yuan reached out to hold Chu Qiumo's hand, but was dodged without a trace. It's sweat, I'm afraid it will stain your hands."

Emperor Jin Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and he gave Chu Qiumo a soft look, "Uncle Huang doesn't mind."

Yan Qi knelt there, looking at the big old hand holding the tender and snow-white hand of the young man with an unclear expression, gradually walking away.

The crown prince Yanzhao's eyes showed jealousy, and he let out a bitter yell, "I'm so old and disrespectful!"

Yan Qi's gaze was still calm, making it hard to see what he was thinking. Yan Zhao looked at him, with a nasty smile on his lips, squatting in front of him and said, "That old man is almost fifty this year, the harem I don’t know how many beauties there are, and I don’t know how many little obscene tricks you know, you say Yuwei brother is so immature, how can he stand it?”

Yan Qi frowned, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't talk nonsense."

The prince suddenly laughed maniacally, "I am talking nonsense? He has spoiled Su Yuwei so much these years, and he has not treated his son that well. Didn't leave, that old man still has some scruples."

He stared firmly into Yan Qi's eyes, and said word by word, "Father is old, so it's time to abdicate, don't you think so?"

Yan Qi was silent, but slowly stood up.

The prince chuckled triumphantly, knowing that his goal had been achieved, his voice suddenly became hoarse, "Such a beauty should be locked up on the bed and loved by others."

Yan Qi's eagle-like eyes suddenly looked at him with a deep chill.

"I don't believe you haven't thought about it, but you don't know what it is in your bones to look like a gentleman."

After the prince finished speaking, he looked at him contemptuously, "At least I am loyal to my desire."

At night, the Eastern Palace is flickering with lights.

Crown Prince Yanzhao sat on the edge of the bed, raised his head slightly to enjoy the service of the people below him, his gloomy eyes could not help but narrowed, and he remembered the face of a young man on the martial arts field during the day, those gleaming eyes, just As soon as he thought about it, the boundless pleasure instantly exploded on his scalp. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the hair of the person under him, groaning in spite of the person's pain, and vented rudely.

After the incident, Yan Zhao gently pinched the man's chin with his fingers, forcing him to raise his head. There was still a trace of turbid fluid in the corner of the man's mouth, his cheeks were flushed, and there was mist in his eyes. Chu Qiumo looks a bit like that!

But it's only a bit of resemblance, that person is as tall and pure as the bright moon in the sky, how could he show such a flattering and humble look, while disgusted in his heart, Yan Zhao could not restrain himself from touching that person's face, "Come here Ah, bring it here!"

A trace of panic flashed in the waiter's eyes, but he knelt by the bed and dared not move.

Eunuch Li walked in with a small red sandalwood box in his hand. When he saw the naked waiter, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant. He bent down and put the box beside the bed. , and backed out lightly.

Yan Zhao opened the box, and there were all kinds of training equipment inside. Under the reflection of the night pearl, some jade equipment shone brightly, making the waiter's face even paler.

"Prince, spare your life, spare your life!"

The little waiter couldn't stop kowtowing, but Yan Zhao kicked him to the ground, he was furious, "How can you kowtow!"

The whip fell on the snow-white skin, and bloodstains appeared immediately, but Yan Zhao was so excited that he struck harder and harder. The screams rang out in the East Palace all night, and Eunuch Li stood guard outside the palace gate, his eyes Hanging low, it seems to be no surprise.