The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

"Hello, I guess you are the King of the State?"

Ye Feng and Zhao Qiuyan sat side by side.

Zhao Qiuyan stared intently at the fight between Bai Yuan and Yue Teng.

Although she is at the Grand Master level.

When it comes to combat experience, she is far behind Yue Teng and Bai Yuan.

Seeing the two men exchanging punches in a simple fight, but each man was able to counter the other's moves, I couldn't help but cheer.

A clear and bright voice sounded. It was from Qin Yingying, the Princess Wencheng of the Great Qin Dynasty, who had followed Bai Yuan to Jinling City.

She was still wearing the silver armor, standing there, heroic and neither humble nor arrogant.

Qin Yingying had long heard that Ye Feng was exceptionally handsome.

When I saw him today, I found that he had a handsome and resolute face, and a calm temperament, making him look like a man who stands tall and upright, and he looked particularly handsome.

"Not bad, you are?"

Ye Feng nodded, stood up and looked at Qin Yingying.

"I am Qin Yingying, Princess Wencheng of the Qin Dynasty."

Qin Yingying smiled and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth when talking about the Qin Dynasty. It was obvious that she was very proud of her own identity.

"I've heard that Princess Wencheng is a man of both civil and military talents. What can I do for you?"

Ye Feng had heard of Princess Wencheng's reputation a long time ago.

During the Wei Dynasty, he was in charge of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and investigated the imperial power in the entire Kyushu region. He knew that Princess Wencheng was the most beloved princess of Emperor Wu of Qin.

Princess Wencheng was intelligent since childhood and was proficient in both civil and military affairs. She followed Bai Yuan to the battlefield at a young age and made many military achievements. She was promoted to a general based on her personal military achievements.

You must know that since Gongsun Yang's reforms in the Qin Dynasty, if you want to be promoted in the army, you must rely on the number of enemy troops killed to gain military merit.

Therefore, Princess Wencheng became a general at a young age, and she must have made great contributions on the battlefield, and no one else could have made contributions for her.

"The luminous cup of wine and wine, if you want to drink the pipa, please remind me immediately."

"Don't laugh, Lord, lying drunk on the battlefield. How many times have you fought in ancient times?"

Qin Yingying looked at Ye Feng with admiration on her face, muttering this poem to herself. In just one short morning, the "Liangzhou Ci" that Ye Feng recited in Xinling Jun's mansion last night spread throughout the streets and alleys of Jinling City.

Especially the soldiers, when they heard the poem written by Ye Feng, many of them couldn't help but burst into tears, their faces were full of excitement, and they admired Ye Feng very much.

Qin Yingying followed Bai Yuan in his battles when she was eight years old. Even though life in the army was precarious, with the sky as her bedding and the ground as her bed, and people could die at any time, she still loved the battlefield.

Ever since she heard the poems written by Ye Feng, she has been amazed.

According to her understanding, Ye Feng did not have much military life even when he was in the Wei Dynasty, so how could he write such heroic and extraordinary poems!

"Your Majesty seems to know a lot about soldiers. My father has always respected soldiers the most. All the subjects of the Qin Empire admire the army. I wonder if I will have the opportunity to fight on the battlefield with you in the future?"

Qin Yingying was smiling widely, her face full of pride, and the meaning of her words was very clear, she was inviting Ye Feng to join Daqin.

Zhao Qiuyan's attention was also drawn back by Qin Yingying.

do not know why.

After hearing Qin Yingying's invitation to Ye Feng, she suddenly felt inexplicably nervous. Her hands tugged at the corners of her clothes awkwardly, and she was a little afraid that Ye Feng would agree to go to the Qin Dynasty.

"The Qin Dynasty has many soldiers and generals. I am just a small boat in the vast ocean, unable to stir up any waves. Thank you Princess for your kindness, and thank His Majesty the Emperor of Qin."

Ye Feng answered immediately without any hesitation.

He also heard that a few days ago in the Song Dynasty court, Bai Yuan and Princess Wencheng came to Jinling City with the purpose of inviting him to the Qin Dynasty.

"what a pity!"

Seeing Ye Feng so determined, Qin Yingying knew in her heart that with Ye Feng's talent, if she refused, there would be no room for maneuver, so she did not continue to force it.

"Since Mr. Ye is unwilling to go to the Great Qin to serve as the prime minister, I wonder if you are willing to be a royal consort?" Qin Yingying's pretty face blushed slightly. She raised her head and stared at Ye Feng with burning eyes. The way she addressed Ye Feng also changed from Zhenguojun to Ye Jun.

In the Qin Dynasty, calling someone "Mr. So-and-so" was the highest honorific title, indicating that you had gained the other person's respect from the bottom of their heart.

"Haha..." Ye Feng laughed and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Princess. I have no plans to get married for the time being."

"I will wait for you."

Qin Yingying said in a firm voice.

Bang!

At this moment, the two people in the middle of the martial arts field retreated dozens of meters at the same time and landed steadily on the ground, their faces covered in sweat, gasping for breath, and their faces were full of smiles.

"Brother, if we continue to fight, I'm afraid even if we fight for three days and three nights, we may not be able to determine the winner."

Bai Yuan had a smile on his face. Both of them were too familiar with each other. If it wasn't a life-and-death fight, it would be impossible to determine the winner in a short time.

“Junior brother, you have been fighting in many battles over the years and your cultivation has improved rapidly. Just listen to what I have to say.” Yue Teng looked at Bai Yuan and said slowly, with some worry in his eyes.

"Please say!"

Bai Yuan made a gesture of invitation to Yue Teng.

“In martial arts practice, the higher the level, the more careful you must be. If you take a wrong step, you will go astray.” Yue Teng didn’t understand it twenty years ago.

I have been pretending to be crazy and stupid in the prison these years, but I feel comfortable inside. I no longer force myself to do many things, and I have become much more open-minded.

Although Bai Yuan's cultivation progressed rapidly and reached the level of a fifth-grade grandmaster, his aura seemed a little impetuous and his foundation was somewhat unstable, which was a big taboo in martial arts.

"Brother, don't worry." Bai Yuan didn't know if he could understand him, so he smiled and said, "Since martial arts can't determine the winner, why don't we have a duel!"

"Obedience is worse than respect, please!"

Yue Teng brought Bai Yuan to the edge of the martial arts square. His hands were floating and a majestic aura was in the air. A huge sand table, like a small hill, appeared in front of the two of them. There were some formation flags on it, as well as various terrains, cities, mountains, and rivers. It was like a mini battlefield.

"I wonder if Mr. Ye would be willing to participate?"

Bai Yuan turned his head, looked at Ye Feng who was standing there, and invited him directly.

He wanted to see the marching and fighting skills of Ye Feng, who was able to write the poem "Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield, how many men have ever returned from the battles in history?"

Zhao Qiuyan whispered to Ye Feng and reminded him, "If you don't know how to march and fight, don't try to be brave. If you are not careful in the sand table simulation, you will get hurt."

"It's okay, just for fun."

Ye Feng smiled calmly and said to Bai Yuan, "Since General Bai has personally invited me, how can I refuse?"

He took a step forward and came to Bai Yuan. Staring at the sand table in front of him, he couldn't help but feel shocked. The Kyushu world in front of him was really magical.

The sand table in front of him was like a small battlefield. The battle flags and various terrains inside were exquisite, and the entire sand table also contained a majestic fighting spirit.

Yue Teng also frowned secretly. He only knew Ye Feng's ability to govern the country. Marching and fighting is not the same as governing a country. The two are far apart. What is in front of him is called sand table simulation, but in fact it is no different from a battlefield.

(Readers, rest assured that the protagonist is definitely not a saint. No matter whether it is a man or a woman, he will kill those who should be killed and push those who should be pushed.)