Tyrant's "stand-in" shadow guard

Although everyone heard that the young shadow guard next to the emperor is very good at martial arts, the official minister's son and Gu Qingwu who was present had tried it, but they didn't end well, but that's it.

Song Qi is now the third prince of Southern Chu, the title of God of War of Nanli Baizhou is not called for nothing. In the past, the great general used his troops like a god, and the young general was able to take the enemy's head from a thousand miles away. failure.

It can be seen from this that the God of War in the minds of the people of Baizhou is by no means mixed with water.

In this case, the balance in everyone's hearts is naturally in favor of the third prince.

The shadow guard is still a little tender.

Everyone was discussing in private, finally, Ying Qi and Nan Li stood facing each other on the spacious competition stage, only ten steps away from each other.

Ying Qi raised his hand, and Gu Qingwu saw that complex emotions arose in his heart, both anger and pride.

No matter what time, this kid actually dared to use this trick. In front of the original creator, he is really courageous and thick-skinned!

However, no matter how well this kid learns and uses it with proficiency, can he compare to Song Qi who created this trick?

Thinking this way, Gu Qingwu expected his brother Song Qi to take care of this kid.

However, the development of the battle made his jaw drop.

Instead of fighting back fiercely, Song Qi couldn't even catch the moves he had created!

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The long swords collided and sporadic sparks were produced. Nan Li managed to avoid this move, gritted his teeth at Ying Qi's expressionless face, and said in a low voice: "It's enough to make sense after a few moves, you are going to fight with me!" ?!"

Ying Qi didn't want to pay attention to him, and after the two touched each other immediately, they grabbed the sword flower and wanted to rush over again.

He was surprised that Song Qi's martial arts were so unbearable, and after thinking about something, his eyes immediately showed contempt.

He heard that there are always those sons of aristocratic families or generals in the army who are not very capable, but they want to deceive their parents and gain some qualifications in the army. Song Qi's martial arts skills are clearly not even Gu Qingwu's, he is the son of the aristocratic family he fought against in the Shadow Guard Camp at the beginning, this person might not be able to beat him.

How did such a person become the "Hundred Weeks God of War"?

Ying Qi was puzzled.

There are big doubts in the big eyes, if Nan Li can't see him, he is blind.

It was because he saw it that he became angry, "I am the one who saved your life! Is this how you treat me?"

Ying Qi was unmoved, he said nicely, but he didn't even want to face, was that to save him?Clearly, he took his life to save himself.

Even knowing that there is no right or wrong about love, and there is no reason to say it, but realizing that the emperor he likes is in love with such a superficial person, the bitterness in Ying Qi's heart is beyond words.

It was because of such a person that the emperor had lied to him for so long, when the other party asked for something, he could abandon him without hesitation and raised the sword in his hand to him.

It is all false to say that she only loves him from the beginning to the end.

Dodging the thunder sword stabbed by Ying Qi, Nan Li was going crazy. After thinking for a while, he quietly took out a little dark medicine powder from his sleeve, danced it around Ying Qi's body, and gently slapped it around Ying Qi's body.

He couldn't beat him, he couldn't listen to his words, Nan Li was afraid of this little shadow guard, so he should give him some drug to get him down as soon as possible.

After one move, Ying Qi suddenly realized something, widened his eyes, and looked at Nan Li in disbelief: "You..."

"I lost!"

Nan Li interrupted his words and raised his voice.

He picked up the long sword that had been knocked down by Ying Qi, clasped his fists at Ying Qi, and landed on the martial stage, leaving Ying Qi to stand there blankly, as if he hadn't recovered.

It's not just him, there are not many people present who can react.

Gu Qingwu stood up abruptly, "How is that possible!"

The mighty general shouted, "Sit down!"

Gu Qingwu's expression changed, and after a long while, he finally sat down and fell on the backrest, with a dazed expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

Because of the movement made by his father and son, everyone who was also on the ground at this time also came back to their senses.

Although it's unbelievable, but after all, they won the Hundred Weeks, so that's pretty good.

Anyone who understands martial arts can see that both sides did not use their full strength, but in general, the third prince Nan Li has lost the wind, and if he continues to fight, he will definitely lose.

Those officials in Southern Chu didn't think so. Although they had never seen the martial arts of the third prince, the title given to him by the people of Baizhou was not fake. So straightforward, clearly helping outsiders to slap Nan Chu in the face!

When these people looked at Ying Qi again, their gazes were even more like cannibalism.

Among the people present, only King Xiling and General Weiwu were not surprised by this result. As for the emperor on the other side, his gaze pierced the air and landed on Ying Qi's back, his beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed, Hid the light in it.

Not long after Nan Li sat down, another hand stretched out beside him, carefully rubbing his red wrist.

Nan Li said with a embarrassed expression, "I'm fine."

The young man didn't listen to his words, he just did his own thing.

The emperor turned his head, looked at this scene with great interest, and smiled: "This is... um, little boy?"

That tone was no different from calling a pet.

The young man suddenly raised his head and looked at the emperor, his gaze seemed to be poisoned.

The emperor's expression did not change, he nodded and said: "Sure enough, you are a little boy, it seems that your brother still likes you more—"

"Shut up!" Nan Li blocked the young man behind him, his eyes were dark, and the three words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

The emperor admired the expressions of the two fighting like trapped beasts, and did not speak any more.

Whether it's Xiaoguai or that child with a bad temper, Nan Li will be overwhelmed with pain for whoever he takes care of.

This is the only thing he enjoys now, but Song Qi and Li Xingjin... The smile on the emperor's face gradually faded, why does he always have a bad feeling?

Is Song Qi really dead as Nan Li said?

The emperor closed his eyes slightly, recalling in his mind what he had just seen on the martial arts arena. The back view so similar to Song Qi was enough to look at him with the familiar, evasive and hateful look in a sword-hand gesture. eyes...

After a while, the emperor smiled playfully.

Yes or no, just try it out.

After all, the weakness of a person with true love is always extremely obvious.

The result of this martial arts test was really surprising, so that the subsequent competitions of the younger students were reduced to a foil. These younger students secretly hated, but they couldn't show it, so they had to hold back and finish the martial arts competition.

Next is the essay test.

The so-called piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are nothing more than that.

It's just that there are so many people today, and one item is too time-consuming than in the past, so the emperor specially pointed out one item, saying that the poem was written on the grounds of early summer.

Everyone has no objection.

Ying Qi didn't have much interest in this, he shook his head, feeling more and more dizzy, feeling bad, that guy Song Qi must have drugged him.

rat.

Li Xingjin didn't notice it at first, after all, he knew that Ying Qi was not good at writing and Fu, so he only wanted to hide from Ying Qi.

It's just that he couldn't let people hide there, he pulled people into the pavilion where the young talents were sitting, only to find that there was something strange about Ying Qi.

He suddenly became nervous, pulled the person in front of him, went to Tanying Qi's forehead, and asked in repeated voices: "What's the matter? Is there any discomfort?"

Ying Qi shook his head, but said nothing.

Li Xingjin saw that he didn't have a fever, most of the nervousness in his heart had gone, but seeing that Ying Qi didn't look like nothing happened, he asked again: "Don't hide it from me! I really feel uncomfortable, I will send someone to see you off take a break."

Ying Qi hesitated, and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a loud call from a distance: "Master Wei Qi, the poetry competition is about to start, don't you come and try?"

But it was Nanli again.

Just kidding, if Emperor Baizhou knew what he did to Ying Qi, wouldn't he make him look good on the spot?

He didn't care, but the plan agreed between them was afraid that it would come to nothing, Nan Li didn't want to see the ending like this, so he could only pretend that he was unwilling to lose the martial arts test, and invited Ying Qi to write a poem.

In fact, there is a little sense of pride hidden in his heart, and his poetry and prose are not good, but he has a younger brother who is a god of learning. Not to mention a poem, it is easy and simple to complete a poem in seven steps. He is hiding it in his sleeve now. What I did was ask Nan Qin to help me do it.

Although it is unavoidable to have to deal with one or two conditions to redeem the other party afterwards, but the deal with his own brother is nothing serious, Nan Qin will never make things difficult for him.

Ying Qi glanced at Nan Li, and didn't want to pay attention to it, but was really aroused by the rascal's appearance of the other party, he broke away from the emperor's hand, and wanted to go down, but was held back by Li Xingjin.

Li Xingjin glanced at Nan Li below with a sullen face, and pressed him on his lap regardless of Ying Qi's struggle. Seeing that Ying Qi was about to move, he yelled, "Sit down!"

His complexion was not good: "It seems that I have been too spoiled with you in the past, but now that I have grown up my courage, I don't even listen to what I said, does it?"

Ying Qi buried his face in Li Xingjin's neck, forced him into his arms, and made him shamefully bear the sight of everyone behind him. The culprit was this person, but he could only look for that trace in this person's arms. A sense of security, he is used to this posture, like kissing each other's neck, and all the gossip behind him will be resolved by the other party for him.

Such a high position, the seat of the lord of the world, even looking at it from a distance, would feel unattainable, but now he was sent here by the emperor himself.

Has Song Qi, looking up at them from below, ever reached such a high place?

Ying Qi didn't struggle anymore, he put his lips close to the emperor's ear, and said with determination: "Your Majesty, Song Qi gave me medicine."

Even if it's a joke, Your Majesty, how do you choose?

Hearing the familiar name, Li Xingjin didn't realize it at first, and after a while, he realized that Ying Qi was referring to Nan Li.

He didn't care to settle accounts with Nan Li, and asked Ying Qi: "What medicine?"

Ying Qi shook her head: "I don't know, it's just that I don't have any strength and I'm a little sleepy."

Li Xingjin immediately understood that Ying Qi must have been drugged, his whole body was weak and sleepy.

Li Xingjin, who is familiar with Ying Qi, knows very well that the "one point" in this guy's mouth means "very" and "very".

This person is always ashamed to express those things that make him feel embarrassed, as if he can get a lot of comfort by speaking casually and lightly.

Knowing that Ying Qi was fine, Li Xingjin was relieved, imitating Ying Qi, and whispered into his ear: "Does Ying Qi want to win against him?"

Ying Qi was actually a little confused, otherwise he wouldn't have allowed the other party to have such a close relationship with him, but he didn't notice the wide-eyed crowd in the audience.

He asked, "Who?"

Li Xingjin thought of Ying Qi calling Nan Li "Song Qi" just now, and his tone of disdain, so he couldn't stop laughing, he teased Ying Qi: "Song Qi, do you want Ying Qi to beat him in poetry? "

The warm air spread throughout his whole body along the ear canal, Ying Qi's body trembled slightly, and he became more and more powerless. In the end, he didn't struggle at all, and followed the strength of Li Xingjin's palm and fell softly into the opponent's arms , whispered: "I want to."

Even if it was only for a short while, after today, he is still Ying Qi who accepts the substitute task, and Ying Qi who is about to die for the task, so what does it matter.

This time, in the eyes of the emperor, his status was much higher than Song Qi's, and that was enough.

Chao heard that, it is enough to die in the evening.

Ying Qi suddenly recalled a sentence that he had copied countless times at his desk.

It turned out that he had written and read this sentence countless times so long ago.

It's just that he was ignorant at the time, and he never took it to heart. Even when His Majesty asked him what he copied, he couldn't answer a word.

In the blink of an eye, seven words, countless seven words flooded into his mind, and Ying Qi suddenly became enlightened.

It turns out that this is "to hear the Tao in the morning, and to die in the evening is enough."

As the sage said, honesty does not deceive me.

"Your Majesty, the poems I copied..."

Hearing this, Li Xingjin smiled heartily, like a big boy who was about to succeed in a prank, he took out a small paper tube from his sleeve, which was only as thick as a little finger, and quietly stuffed it into Ying Qi's hand, proudly saying: "I I don't think you will remember, it was prepared early in the morning, go, that guy's poetry should only be at the level of a three-legged cat."

Ying Qi stood up with support, squeezed the paper tube in his hand, and smiled: "Your Majesty will definitely win."

From beginning to end, he may be the only one who loses.