Start practicing from marrying the disfigured princess

The words fell.

There was silence in the square.

Time passes minute by minute.

I don't know how long it took, but no one left.

Ren Shengsheng looked around for a week, and he felt a little moved in his heart. A poem couldn't help but come to his mind... How can you avoid it because of misfortunes and blessings?

When Emperor Zhaowu saw that no one was leaving, he was also pleased. He looked at Wang Zheng and ordered: "Wang Zheng, tell them the rules of the competition."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Wang Zheng saluted respectfully, turned to look at the crowd, his pale and beardless face rarely revealed a serious look: "Each side of the competition sent nine monks to participate in the competition. Before entering the competition, the cultivation level should not be higher than the fourth level. After entering the competition, the competition will take turns. The loser will At the end of the game, the winner continues and defeats all the other monks to win the competition..."

First, the basic rules are briefly explained, and then the specific rules are explained in detail.

Including what kind of magic weapon can be used, whether it can summon helpers, etc.

He said it three times in a row, and after everyone understood it, he slowly said: "Today's competition is to select the seven strongest among you in actual combat. With the Holy One here, you can go all out and don't have to worry about your life. .

Everyone rests for a while, and then according to the rules just now, the two will compete with each other. "

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone was startled.

"Seven?"

"Shouldn't it be nine people?"

Just when they thought Wang Zheng had made a slip of the tongue.

He looked around, his eyes fixed on Ren Pingsheng and Mu Rou, and said calmly: "Zhenbei Prince Ren Pingsheng and Tianshi Mansion Mu Rou do not need to participate in the selection. They only need to wait patiently for the competition with the demon clan in seven days."

As soon as these words came out.

The eyes of more than thirty geniuses all fell on them.

Even the little green tea next to the two of them was like this, with curiosity and doubt in their eyes.

Fighting with the demon clan is a matter of life.

It is not easy to survive.

Winning the competition is a good thing, maybe it will go down in history.

But if you lose the competition, you will be infamy for eternity.

No matter how you look at it, this is not a good job.

thus.

Everyone didn't criticize these two "cheaters" too much. They were just curious about what their specialties were that made them directly selected by the emperor.

In fact.

They were not the only ones who were curious. Ren Pingsheng was also curious as to why the emperor chose him.

Mu Rou won’t talk about it for now.

As for myself, as the only seventh-grade person among everyone present, apart from my strong actual combat ability, there is nothing else worth paying attention to.

Could it be that the emperor felt that he had won the competition with Ye Xuan, so he thought that when it came time to fight to the death, he could still win?

Or...what secret is hidden in him that he doesn't know, but the emperor knows?

After thinking for a long time, there was no answer.

Ren Pingsheng simply stopped thinking about it, looked at Jiang Chuyue beside him, reached out and patted her little head, and said half-jokingly: "Save your energy later, if you are really selected, let's see what you do."

Jiang Chuyue turned to look at him, her eyebrows raised, and a smile appeared on her lips: "Is the prince caring about others?"

Ren Pingsheng said calmly: "I am afraid that something will happen to you and no one will take care of Chang An."

"..."

Jiang Chuyue was startled, and the smile froze on her face.

After a few breaths, tears gradually accumulated in her eyes, her eyelashes were wet with teardrops, her body trembled slightly, and she said with a cry: "Is my life so worthless in the eyes of the Crown Prince, even worse than a piece of grass?"

The choking in his voice made Ren Shengsheng tremble in his heart.

"Little Green Tea, are you serious?"

He subconsciously reached out to wipe away her tears, gently kneaded her smooth and tender face, and coaxed softly: "It's just a joke, Miss Chuyue is so beautiful and well-behaved, how could I let go..."

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Chuyue's pretty face blushed, and a hint of cunning flashed in her bright and smart eyes.

"..."

Ren Pingsheng seemed to have been punched in the throat, and his voice suddenly stopped.

"Why don't you say anything, Your Majesty? Why don't you want to leave others..."

Jiang Chuyue raised her head slightly, looked at Ren Pingsheng with wet eyes, her voice was trembling and pitiful.

Ren Pingsheng pinched her face hard: "I can't bear to let you die."

"Uuuu... Your Majesty, please be gentle. It hurts so much."

Jiang Chuyue let out a pitiful whimper.

With a delicate and artificial tone, those who didn't know thought Ren Pingsheng had done something to her.

Ren Pingsheng was speechless for a while, and simply took back his hand, turned his face away, and ignored her.

Immediately afterwards.

He felt a delicate body rush into his arms.

Looking down, it was Jiang Chuyue.

"Your Majesty, I'm going to die soon, so you can't be gentle to me..."

"cannot."

Ren Pingsheng refused very decisively.

Jiang Chuyue immediately put on a pitiful look: "Woo hoo..."

Ren Pingsheng was too lazy to pay attention to her and looked ahead.

There.

A pair of geniuses have already started competing.

It can be seen that both of them are going all out and not holding anything back.

After a stick of incense.

The sword edge of one of them was about to cut the throat of the other.

At the critical moment.

Wang Zheng suddenly took action and saved another person.

At this point, the first competition is over.

Next, several consecutive competitions were the same.

No one deliberately held back because they were worried about their own reputation or their own lives. They were all within the rules and tried their best to compete for a place to represent Da Zhou.

In the blink of an eye.

That's when Jiang Chuyue came on stage.

Ren Pingsheng hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said: "If you lose, you will have enough candied haws on your hands from now on."

Jiang Chuyue paused and turned to look at him.

Seeing his serious face, a smile bloomed in his brows, and he said softly: "In addition to candied haws, does the Crown Prince have any other rewards?"

Ren Pingsheng said angrily: "If you lose the competition, what kind of reward do you want?"

Jiang Chuyue said: "Then I'd better find a way to win..."

Ren Pingsheng was silent for a few seconds and then said: "If you lose, I will grant you a request."

Jiang Chuyue's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Ren Pingsheng said: "A gentleman's words are hard to catch up with."

"Your Majesty, please don't cheat!"

Jiang Chuyue looked at Mu Rou on the side and raised her eyebrows: "Miss Mu also heard it. I will testify to others later."

Mu Rou hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.

Jiang Chuyue's eyes were bright, and her delicate face was red with excitement, as if smeared with red clouds.

"That person has gone."

After saying that, he no longer hesitated and turned towards the competition venue.

Mu Rou watched her step forward, looked at Ren Pingsheng, and asked, "Why doesn't Young Master Ren want Miss Jiang to win the competition?"

Ren Pingsheng said calmly: "I don't want her to die, that's all."

said with no exaggeration.

The competition with the demon clan is related to the fate of the country.

Every monk on the field must have the thought of death and go all out to fight to the death.

If not, if you are lucky enough to survive, you will be despised by the people in the world.

Although sometimes I find Little Green Tea quite annoying, at the critical moment, I really feel sorry for her and don't want her to take a trip into this muddy water.

Mu Rou was stunned for a few seconds and asked half-jokingly: "If I were not chosen by His Majesty, would Mr. Ren also obstruct me like this?"

Ren Pingsheng said casually: "Yes."

Mu Rou blinked and asked curiously: "In Mr. Ren's heart, Miss Jiang and I are more important than the lives of thousands of innocent people?"

Ren Pingsheng turned to look at her and replied: "I am selfish by nature and don't want to see people I know die, that's all."

The implication is that I have never thought about this problem, and I don't want to think about it.

"..."

Mu Rou fell silent and stopped asking questions.

the other side.

Jiang Chuyue's competition officially began.

Ren Pingsheng turned around and looked.

I saw little Green Tea, who had been pretending to be weak and pitiful, suddenly transformed into a humanoid beast and rushed towards the opponent.

The slender little hands are held together, bang bang is like two punches.

A muffled sound was heard.

The opponent flew directly backwards and hit the ground heavily, causing a burst of smoke and dust.

"Who is this person? He looks so fragile, but he is so violent when fighting?!"

"I have never seen this girl before. She looks like a martial artist and a Taoist priest. It's strange, it's really strange..."

"With this level of strength, we should be able to secure a spot in the top seven."

"There is no such person among the top thirty on the list of geniuses. The master is deep in the mountains. It is true."

Everyone witnessed the scene in front of them, their pupils narrowed slightly, and they started talking.

Ren Pingsheng looked at Jiang Chuyue who was still making moves, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

He couldn't believe it.

Little Green Tea, who is usually pretentious and likes to pretend to be weak, pitiful, and scheming, is actually so strong.

Looking at the exhausted opponent.

At this moment, Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but picture the meeting between himself and Little Lucha in his dream.

When he held her down and whipped her, she didn't resist at all, but instead looked pitiful.

I thought she mainly cultivated Yuanshen, but who would have thought that her real strengths are fists and feet.

"Hidden deep enough..."

Ren Pingsheng sighed in his heart.

After a stick of incense.

Jiang Chuyue won easily and returned to Ren Pingsheng.

His slender little hands dropped to his waist, he pinched the corners of his clothes helplessly, lowered his head, looking like a coward who was afraid of punishment after doing something wrong, and his voice trembled slightly: "Your Majesty, I didn't want to win, who would have thought that he was so weak? It’s so unbearable that I can’t even stop others’ small punches...”

You almost knocked out people's brains!

Also called Xiaoquanquan?

The corners of Ren Pingsheng's mouth twitched and he was speechless for a moment.

See him and say nothing.

Jiang Chuyue raised her head slightly, her eyes were slightly red, and she looked pitiful. I felt pity for her: "Your Majesty, you won't be angry with others..."

Ren Pingsheng opened his mouth and was about to speak.

She lowered her head again and said in a trembling voice: "I know I was wrong. After I go back, I can punish you as I like. I just ask you not to be angry, okay?"

Ren Pingsheng originally wanted to say: "Can you please stop being disgusting to me?"

But thinking that if she wins the opponent, it is very likely that she will be chosen by the emperor.

The original words were stuck in my throat and I couldn't spit them out. After a while, I sighed helplessly: "Why bother to wade through this muddy water."

Hearing this, Jiang Chuyue was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly became serious: "The prince can come, why can't others?"

Ren Pingsheng said: "If His Majesty hadn't chosen me, do you think I would be willing..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Chuyue interrupted: "It's not too late for Your Majesty to reject His Majesty now."

Ren Pingsheng's voice stopped suddenly and he was speechless for a long time.

Seeing that he was silent, Jiang Chuyue came close to him, stood on tiptoes, and whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty, don't worry about me. If you really can't beat me, I will admit defeat..."

Get along for nearly a year.

Ren Pingsheng has realized a truth, that is, anyone can believe anything except this little green tea.

"Let her wade into the muddy water if she wants to. It has nothing to do with me anyway. At most, I can find another maid for Chang'an."

He complained in his heart, stretched out his hand to press her shoulder, pushed her back, and said unhappily: "Don't get too close to this prince in public, it's easy to be misunderstood."

"..."

Jiang Chuyue was slightly startled, then pursed her lips and snorted: "Prince is so boring..."

After saying that, he turned to look at the competition venue in front of him and stopped talking as if he was angry.

In front of the Qianqing Palace.

Emperor Zhaowu looked at Ren Pingsheng, then at Jiang Chuyue who was next to him, and Mu Rou who was not far away, and frowned slightly.

He wanted to say something, hesitated for a few seconds, and remained silent.

He retracted his gaze and looked at the competition venue, saying silently in his heart: "Out of sight, out of mind."

The selection is still going on.

Two hours later

Including Jiang Chuyue, all seven Tianjiao who represented the Great Zhou to fight against the demon race were selected.

Emperor Zhaowu looked around with a majestic figure, and was about to speak.

Before he opened his mouth, he saw a monk who was not selected walked out.

He walked to the steps with steady steps, bowed solemnly, and said word by word: "Your Majesty! I... want to fight!"

As soon as the voice fell.

Everyone was stunned.

Then, their eyes focused on him, with doubts and confusion.

Seven monks have been selected.

Why did he still want to fight?

Could it be that he felt that someone just won unfairly?

Emperor Zhaowu looked at him with a serious expression and said in a deep voice: "The seven candidates have been decided. You can leave now."

The young man did not leave, but straightened up and said seriously: "I have a ancestral skill that can only be used once in a lifetime. During the period, my strength will be greatly increased. After the end, I will die of exhaustion.

Although I lost the competition just now, I can be sure that if I use that skill, I will never lose to anyone present!"

As soon as these words came out.

There was silence all around.

Following that, there was a whispering sound.

No one doubted his words.

After all, unless he was an undercover of the demon clan in the Great Zhou, there was no need to compete for the stage and do this thankless task.

"This person wants to go on stage with the determination to die."

Realizing this.

There was more respect in the eyes of everyone looking at him.

After hearing this, Emperor Zhaowu fell silent. He did not refuse, but he did not agree.

At this moment,

The young man continued, "I am the descendant of Marquis Jing'an. In the great war a hundred years ago, my great-grandfather died for his country with this technique. I am willing to trace my great-grandfather's legacy and do my best for Your Majesty, the court, and the people of our Great Zhou!"

After saying this, he saw that Emperor Zhaowu was still hesitating.

He raised his voice and shouted, "If my life can bring peace to the Great Zhou for another ten years, I will be happy in my grave!

I beg Your Majesty to agree to my request and allow me to fight for the court!"

Every word was sonorous and powerful.

The high voice echoed in front of the Qianqing Palace.

After a long time.

Emperor Zhaowu looked up at him, expressionless, and slowly uttered a word: "Yes!"