Empress, your husband is invincible

"Li Baijing is also good at boxing?"

The scene in the school grounds was naturally taken into consideration by Ling Xuejian. He looked curiously at Zhuang Shuanglin who was beside him, wondering:
"I don't remember, the few times I saw him, did he never leave his body with his sword?"

Zhuang Shuanglin's face paled slightly, and he carefully took a peek at Ling Xuejian's expression, and after thinking about it, he said:
"Your Majesty doesn't know something. For masters like them who have reached a certain level, if they master one technique, they will naturally be able to master all kinds of techniques. If they are good at using swords, they will naturally be good at fist kung fu..."

Ling Xuejian nodded in relief.

Looking up at the slowly falling night, Ling Xuejian looked at Gu Dasheng on the other side.

Gu Dasheng understood, hurriedly bowed back, and trotted all the way to find Zhuang Xiaojing and Liu Yuanzheng who were not far away.

Zhuang Xiaojing and Liu Yuanzheng were the same as the other super ministers, they each placed grand master chairs on the city walls.

When Gu Dasheng saw the two of them, they both looked exactly the same drowsy.

Going forward with his head down, Gu Dasheng woke them up softly.

"Master Zhuang, Lord Liu? Look, you two, today's martial arts competition, no, martial arts performance, can it come to an end?"

Zhuang Xiaojing and Liu Yuan, because of their high morals and responsibilities, acted as the chief and deputy etiquette officials for the martial arts performance in this school.

But apart from announcing the start and end, most of the tasks, including the roll call, were done by Gu Dasheng and those Phoenix Feather Guards who were beating gongs and drums.

Zhuang Xiaojing and Liu Yuan looked at each other and got up at the same time.

After the two announced that today's martial arts performance had temporarily come to an end, the common people in the stands and the participating young Junyan in the curtains left the arena one after another.

As for Ye Cheng, he had already taken off his mask and mixed into the crowd when the first wave of people rushed to the gate of the school grounds.

"Old Liu, how is it? Is it worth the money?"

"Worth a fart! If it weren't for the man wearing the grimace mask and the man with the gun at the end, I would never come with you tomorrow!"

"Hey, you bumpkin don't know what a fart! You said that those people before were all flamboyant, but I just wanted to say that the man with the grimace in the end looks like a juggler in a hook bar!"

Hearing the discussion of the people beside him, Ye Cheng couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile.

Chen Yuxiu, who figured out how to collect money to let these people enter the field to watch the battle, can be regarded as a money-making ghost...

No wonder Ling Xuejian asked him to manage the Ministry of Finance, which is in charge of the treasury's revenue and expenditure...

But I just don’t know what those princes from various families would think if they were watched like a monkey show by ordinary people who don’t understand anything...

Entering the imperial city straight from the school grounds, Ye Cheng went straight to Tingfeng Hall without stopping.

Although he didn't know how Zhuang Shuanglin was talking nonsense with Ling Xuejian.

But Ye Cheng knew clearly that Ling Xuejian had clearly seen his current attire today.

However, what he didn't expect was that until he returned to Tingfeng Palace and put on his original attire again, Ling Xuejian didn't come to Tingfeng Palace to see him as before...

Probably because he slept for too long during the day, Ye Cheng didn't even feel sleepy at the moment.

When he was bored, Ye Cheng simply found out the few pieces of rice paper from last night, and sorted out his "Medical Nation Plan" again.

After adding Chen Yuxiu's name to the "open source" item in the new summary, Ye Cheng put down his brush, returned to the bed and fell asleep with his head covered.

Same as yesterday, he was still awakened by Zhuang Shuanglin today.

After getting affirmation from Zhuang Shuanglin for his performance yesterday, Ye Cheng was completely relieved——

As long as Ling Xuejian doesn't doubt it, he can do whatever he wants.

……

I don't know if it was stimulated by Ye Cheng yesterday, but in today's martial arts performance, many gentry children who participated in the competition started to show off their martial arts intentionally or unintentionally.

Fists came and went, swords and swords rang together, and even a few young men with bows appeared.

Ye Cheng had already competed yesterday, so today he has no chance to play at all.

A day passed quickly in Ye Cheng's drowsiness like this...

For two days in a row, after Ye Cheng, Qin Wuyang and others eliminated some winners together, the school martial arts performance finally came to an end.

At this time, there were only ten contestants left in the martial arts performance in the school field.

This is the result of Bei Mo and other envoys from the four countries formally selecting candidates to participate in the competition.

The final ten people were Daling's Ye Cheng, Zhuang Han, Qin Wuyang, Xiao Jue, Lin Xianyuan, and Meng Shigong.

As well as the little prince Tuoba Ying Falcon from the North Desert, Lou Luo's new king Ohnome, Guifang's official envoy Huo Ran, and miasma's official envoy Li Qi...

Although he knew that even if the four people from the four foreign countries won, they would not have the chance to be brought into the harem by Ling Xuejian, but Ye Cheng still had a grudge against their competition.

Fortunately, the four foreign players have "automatic promotion rights" and are only responsible for comparing with the final winner of Daling.

Re-entering the center of the school field, Ye Cheng, who had already gained a great reputation in the previous competition, immediately aroused cheers from the stands.

The last few martial arts performances were random matches, and the one Ye Cheng matched with was none other than Meng Shigong, a genius boy from Qinzhou who had won great fame with an iron bow behind his back two days ago.

Looking up at the immature but resolute young man not far away, the corners of Ye Cheng's mouth twitched unconsciously.

Slowly raising his hand, Ye Cheng hooked his finger towards Meng Shigong.

"Brother Ye, offended!"

Meng Shigong, who had already known about Ye Cheng's strength, immediately took off the iron tire longbow behind his back.Without even thinking about it, he took out seven blunt arrows wrapped in cloth from the quiver.

Nocking the string and shooting the arrow, Meng Shigong frowned, and drew the bow like a full moon. The seven blunt arrows on the arrow string suddenly flew across the void like shooting stars, and flashed in front of Ye Cheng!

The seven blunt arrows formed an impenetrable formation at some point, covering Ye Cheng's eyebrows, shoulders, heart, mud balls, and legs completely!
This kid, sure enough, hid his secrets in the two days before the martial arts competition...

With a sneer in his heart, Ye Cheng pulled out the Qiushui long sword that Zhuang Shuanglin lent him yesterday, and at the same time slid backwards, he slashed diagonally with the sword!
"Keng!"

The two arrows between the eyebrows and the left shoulder suddenly landed!
In a blink of an eye, Ye Cheng turned sideways and raised his backhand.

"Keng!"

Right shoulder and heart, Niwan three arrows immediately fell to the ground!

Two swords turned into five arrows!
As for the two arrows that hit Ye Cheng's legs, Ye Cheng just dodged them with a single leap.

When Meng Shigong saw this, a serious look appeared on his immature face.

Holding the longbow upside down with one hand, the toes of the ten bows touch the ground, and the figure moves quickly like a ghost.

While moving, with the vibration of the bowstring in his hand, blunt arrows poured down towards Ye Cheng like a gust of wind...