Lang Jun is coming

Nanyuyuan was built under the order of Taizu and belongs to the royal family.In addition to entertaining ambassadors, it is also here for spring hunting every year, or when polo games are held in the palace.

Tents were set up from the ground one by one, and there were incense burners, melons, fruits, wine and other things inside.In the tents of the women's relatives, there are a few more sets of tea sets to pass the time for the little ladies who love to fight tea.

The official was sitting on a wooden chair in his usual uniform, looking at the ambassador standing in the tent, with a smile on his lips.

"Shooting bows in Nanyuyuan has always been a ritual system established for entertaining big honours. According to the rules, Hengchao has to choose several officials to accompany the envoys."

The magnanimity of a sentence can't be wrong, Jiang Ye suppressed the faint uneasiness that had been felt since the day of the great court meeting, and bowed in response: "It's an honor to be bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor."

As he spoke, the only trace of disdain was hidden from the corners of his eyes, and his face was very respectful.

The officials were very satisfied, and raised their hands to signal Xiao Liu'er to read the imperial edict.

There are not many words in the imperial edict, but it is just to explain in public which people have been ordered to accompany the archer.

Xiao Liu'er's angry voice fell in the South Royal Garden, and every time a name was pronounced, an official stepped out of the queue and bowed to thank him.

Even though there were a lot of people in Nanyu Garden due to their family members, they were all quiet without even coughing.

Until Xiao Liu'er read out the position and first name of the last official, the entire Nanyu Garden suddenly became noisy like a frying pan, and there were sounds of surprise again and again.

"What does it mean!"

One of the people who was following Jiang Ye was the first to be unable to bear it. He looked resentful, clenched his hands into fists, and blushed.

Jiang Ye stretched out his arm to stop the subordinate who was going to act impulsively, his brows were full of forbearance, and his words were not as reckless as those around him.

"What does His Majesty mean by this?"

There were not many accompanying officials, only five at full count.And because it's something like shooting a bow, it is natural to choose a military officer.And this last person...

Jiang Ye sneered inwardly.

No wonder Heng Chao has been silent since he rode his horse, he was waiting here.

He had forgotten that Heng Chao, who prided himself on being a great country of etiquette, was also used to being elegant and subtle.

Sensing the movement outside and Da Xing's expression, the official knew that the sheep had been tricked, but he still seemed concerned and asked, "Is the prince dissatisfied?"

Outside the tent, under Xiao Liu'er's gaze, Pei Lian walked out of the queue of civil servants.He showed no surprise at all, and even smiled at Jiang Ye in the tent, looking like a weak civil servant.

"Pei Lian?"

Not only the colleagues were surprised, but Song Yiqing, who was sitting in the tent not far away, thought he had heard it wrong.It wasn't until the scarlet figure stood still that he was convinced it was true.

The servant who was ordering tea couldn't help but wondered: "Could it be that the official made a mistake? How can a civil official do this bow shooting?"

After reading the imperial edict, the officials who had no mission naturally went back to their accounts.

Song Yiqing was also puzzled when he saw his father sitting over, but Chen Juncong and Meng Ruanqing next to him looked the same.

Xu Shi noticed his gaze, and Chen Juncong walked away from the bowl of tea that was just ordered, tilted his head slightly and smiled and said: "See Brother Zhang, don't worry, just watch."

Seeing that the servant was robbed of tea, Song Yiqing was very resentful, and Song Yiqing asked him to make a new bowl.

Amidst the scent of tea, he thought to himself, what is there to worry about with Pei Lian's thick-skinned temper?

Even though he thought so, his gaze was still fixed on the figure not far away.

Like the reaction of the people outside, the subordinate who had been stopped by Jiang Ye couldn't bear it any longer, and said something harshly.

"His Majesty sent a weak civil servant, is he humiliating me?"

Jiang Ye looked back and saw the widening smile on the mouth of the person in charge, secretly thinking that it was not good, maybe there was a deceit in it.Just as he was about to hand over his hands to block the subordinate's speech, he was taken a step ahead.

"Daxing's men are exceptionally brave, and everyone has extraordinary skills."

How can a cooked pigeon fly?The deeper the official's smile, the more bottomless coldness appeared in his eyes, and he pointed the finger at Jiang Ye.

"I heard that the prince is the best in martial arts and riding equipment?"

Annoyed at his subordinate's bad deeds, Jiang Ye gave him a glare from the corner of his eye, and respectfully responded. "Your Majesty's praise is not exaggerated."

He tried his best to save the situation, but to no avail.

"Pei Lian."

The official's voice came from the tent.

Pei Lian walked in with a bow, and met Jiang Ye's gaze with neither humble nor overbearing expression.

Just stood still, and heard the official say: "Since you are dissatisfied, you can compete with the prince. If you lose, you will not be held accountable."

The voice paused, and the official explained again as if worried.

"Remember to click until the end."

Civilian contests are absurd, not to mention that the opponent is the prince of Daxing.Ordinary people have no time to hide.However, Pei Lian agreed.

"The minister must follow the official's wishes, and stop when he clicks."

This is ingenious.The point is to leave a table for both parties, but as for the degree of "point", it depends on the control of the parties.

He was forced to go to the martial arts competition with all kinds of twists and turns, knowing that it was not easy, how could Jiang Ye foolishly tie the knot by himself?

So when I came back to my senses, my first reaction was to refuse.

"Pei Taichang is a civil servant. This king will not do anything to literati. The people selected by His Majesty the Emperor must be the best."

The implication is, "This weapon is no match, and if you are accompanied by a civil servant, you will be accompanied by a civil servant."

Jiang Ye's thoughts turned, and he simply pushed the boat along with the flow and made a magnanimous appearance.Anyone who reads it feels that Daxing has a heart.

But his opponent this time is Pei Lian, who is flicking the fox's tail.No matter what happens, it is impossible to run away easily.

"Could it be that the prince intends to belittle this official?"

Pei Lian opened and closed his mouth, and the first sentence put a high hat on Jiang Ye.Before waiting for the other party to refute, he was very skeptical: "I am not afraid of a weak literati, but the prince is still afraid of losing? Or..."

He purposely prolonged his voice, and asked with a worried look on his face, "Or is it that the prince has some ulterior disease, so he can't compete in martial arts?"

"you……"

Jiang Ye really didn't expect that the other party could use words like "hidden disease" to block his mouth.For a while, I couldn't think of how to refute.

Taking advantage of this vacancy, Pei Lian took the initiative again, walked out of the tent first, and said in a raised voice: "I am waiting for the prince."

The voice just fell into the ears of every official and accompanying family member, even if Jiang Ye wanted to go back on his word, he would not be able to.

Song Yiqing didn't know what happened in the official's tent, but only saw two servants walking towards Pei Lian.One took the official hat he took off, and the other took the red ribbon and carefully rolled up the wide sleeves of the official uniform, revealing the white Luo Zhongdan, and then tied the ribbon with a slipknot on Pei Lian's back to fix it.

"Huh? Is this a martial arts competition?"

Yu Jinghuai from Zhongshushe sat beside Pei Yanfu, holding a pure yellow-white-orange cat in his hand.Seeing Pei Lian's series of actions, he couldn't help becoming interested.

Pei Yanfu glanced at him.The family members brought by others, this one is good, brought the cat.The cat was so fat that it became a meatloaf, and it was heavy just by looking at it.

"Anyway, if you can't beat him to death."

He spoke slowly, and what he said caused many colleagues around him to look sideways, and they couldn't help but feel ashamed.

This is definitely my dad.

No matter what other people think, Pei Yanfu is still indifferent.

He watched Pei Lian grow up, how could he not know how much his son weighed?

Although the Pei family has the ancestral motto "A military officer should not do anything".But in the end, his ancestor was a military officer, and his son was born to like to play some fists.In addition, Pei Lian's uncle also knows some martial arts, and the uncle and nephew hit it off and were able to blow up the yard.

Looking at the back of Daxing Prince Jiang Ye, Pei Yanfu thought, this person should be able to resist.

"Hold my dear friend, hug my dear friend..."

Seeing the cat, Song Fu couldn't calm down anymore, and immediately shouted at Yu Jinghuai softly.

Hearing the sound, Yu Jinghuai hugged the cat and squeezed an official sitting next to Song Fu to the side, and forced himself to sit down in a neutral position, which naturally caused another commotion.

"This one is called Yutu."

Yu Jinghuai began to proudly introduce his cat son to Song Fu.

Meng Ruanqing sighed with a "tsk tsk", "Yu Tu? Could it be a pig."

In Heng Dynasty, "Yutu" means tiger.But the cat in front of him didn't look like a tiger except for its coat color.

Not far away, Zhongshu Ling Lu Shijue pretended not to see his subordinate and Song Fu getting close, and asked Liu Hanqiu instead.

"Who does Liu Xiang think will win?"

The servants in the palace have already prepared the horses, targets, crossbows and other equipment for shooting the bow.Now because of the martial arts competition, a wooden platform and various weapons were set up.

Under pressure, Jiang Ye had already left the tent with a straight face.Nowhere does it appear to be voluntary.

Liu Hanqiu sneered and said, "So what if you win, so what if you don't win?"

For Heng Chao, as a civil servant, if Pei Lian loses, it is only natural.If he wins, it will be called a blow to Daxing's spirit.In any case, between advancing and retreating, Heng Chao will not lose anything.

After finishing speaking, he asked Zhao Yanchen who was drinking tea next to him.

"What does Zhao Yushi think?"

Above the court, more than half of all the impeachments on Pei Lian's body came from the imperial censor Zhongcheng in front of him.Compared to others, Liu Hanqiu was more curious about Zhao Yanchen's attitude.

"Me?" Zhao Yanchen raised his voice slightly, and said without hesitation, "Of course it's best to win."

It is one thing to be in the officialdom, but it is another thing to be concerned with the face of the country.In front of Jiangshan Sheji, personal grievances are not worth mentioning.

Without the pewter on her head, Pei Lian's hair was only tied up with white jade hairpins, and the large sleeves that were in the way were fixed, and everything was ready.

"Prince, please."

He turned sideways slightly, but let Jiang Ye go first with a good temper.

Daxing's clothes are all narrow-sleeved, so naturally there is no such trouble as Pei Lian.Jiang Ye stood with his hands behind his back, without any emotion on his face, and said indifferently, "Master Pei will go first."

Hearing this, Pei Lian didn't make any excuses, and went straight to the competition stage.

He was tall and tall, with a gold-painted leather belt around his waist, but when he walked, he had an aggressive aura that ordinary civil servants did not have.

Various weapons were placed on the wooden frame on the stage. Pei Lian looked at them one by one, and instead of choosing a weapon in a hurry, he asked Jiang Ye with a smile.

"What will the prince choose?"

"No need."

Jiang Ye didn't like any of those ordinary swords, guns, swords and halberds.He directly pulled out the soft whip around his waist, and slammed it on the table with a "slap", with a strong momentum.

Pei Lian raised her eyebrows, her eyes filled with admiration without fear.

"Good weapon."

The whip was made of the toughest cow hide ever, with a gold thread embedded around it.After the sun shines, the whip is luxurious and powerful.

Jiang Ye looked determined to win, and raised his chin slightly. "Master Pei, have you chosen?"

In his heart, no matter how different Pei Lian's aura was, it was impossible for him to beat him.After all, he is the one with the best skills in Daxing.

To him, Pei Lian's appearance of grinding and choosing weapons was just delaying time.

After being urged, Pei Lian paused for a while as he swiped across a row of weapons, and shook his head lightly, as if full of annoyance, in response, "That's all right."

After finishing speaking, he kicked lightly from under the wooden frame with his right foot in black soap boots, and while the hem of his clothes was shaking, he turned around and reached for a red tasseled gun.

This series of actions flowed smoothly, without a trace of procrastination.Jiang Ye narrowed his eyes as he watched, subconsciously clenched the long whip, and became extremely vigilant in his heart.

Gently weighing the weight of the red-tasseled spear, Pei Lian secretly sighed that it had been a long time since he touched these objects.

In the past, when I practiced with my uncle, I was always chased and beaten by my own father.Now, with the official's will, I can finally have a good time.

The sound of the drums sounded in the South Royal Garden, and the drum beats were rapid, just listening to it made people feel a sense of urgency.