Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

The morning mist is thin and the golden rooster is crowing at dawn.

Lin Chaosheng was in a daze and felt as if something was licking his face, making him feel itchy and numb.

"Don't make a fuss. I'm sleeping soundly. Call me when it's time for dinner."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Lin Chaosheng was stunned for a moment. He lived alone in this concubine's room, so how could a tongue suddenly appear? Could it be that some lonely palace maid was coveting this young man?

Thinking of this, he didn't even have time to put on his boots. He stood up suddenly and looked at the empty room with a blank face.

Not to mention people, there’s not even a ghost?

Rubbing his slightly swollen forehead, he glanced at the bed and discovered the culprit.

A fat, orange cat with curled ears was lying beside the pillow, gazing at him affectionately. On its back was a small bamboo basket with a handkerchief in it.

"What is this? Using a cat as a carrier pigeon, who has the leisure and elegance to do this?"

He stroked the cat as usual, then took out the handkerchief from the bamboo basket in confusion. He frowned and looked at the letter, and found that the person who wrote the letter was actually his bad friend Wei Zaoqiu.

In addition to daily greetings, the young marquis revealed a piece of news that made Lin Chaosheng shudder.

Emperor Xuanwu Yang Rong will hold a competition for the top scholar in literature and the top scholar in martial arts in seven days. It stands to reason that two people who have nothing in common cannot be compared equally.

But I don't know what's wrong with this guy Yang Rong. He actually asked the Ministry of Industry to build a large competition stage, saying that he wanted to determine the winner.

You can use reason to convince others, or you can use your persuasion to get them to their knees and beg for mercy, or you can use your fists and feet, using the simplest and most brutal method to beat the other person until he is left with a broken tooth.

No matter which method is used, a winner must be determined.

The loser will not only be tied to a prison van and paraded through the streets, but will also have the words "useless person" carved on his face.

Lin Chaosheng was stripped of his title of top scholar, so he naturally lived a carefree life, but Wei Zaoqiu was in dire straits.

How could a scholar like him, who is good at writing poetry, defeat the martial arts champion?

As for using his eloquence to persuade the martial arts champion to kneel down and admit defeat, he wouldn't even dare to dream of such a thing!

Lin Chaosheng began to murmur in his heart as he pondered the pessimistic and desperate words in the letter.

Yang Rong was clearly bullying the scholars, wanting to pave the way for his favorite martial arts champion and restore the martial spirit of the early days of the country, but this was really not a fair thing to do.

It's like studying hard and working hard to gain fame, but before you have the chance to realize your ambitions, you are thrown into the deep palace to become a eunuch, which makes the scholars all over the world sad!

After searching for a while, Lin Chaosheng found helplessly that he could not think of any countermeasures. The Great Zhou Dynasty did have real martial arts.

Although it can only be regarded as a low-level martial arts world, practicing martial arts cannot prolong one's life.

But there are indeed martial arts techniques that exist in martial arts novels, such as Iron Shirt, Taizu Changquan, Zhongping Sword Technique, and Yi Yang Finger.

Being a martial arts champion of the dynasty, he is definitely not a fake. At the very least, he has the strength of an imperial guard. It is hopeless for Wei Zaoqiu to turn the tables by relying on a hidden crossbow.

He was just about to grind ink and pick up his writing brush to express that he was powerless, when he caught a glimpse of golden light flashing in the bamboo basket out of the corner of his eye.

Take the bamboo basket away from the orange cat and open it. You will see that it is filled with gold leaves with a glittering color. It must be very expensive.

"Tsk, this orange cat looks quite fat. I didn't expect he's a martial artist. He can even carry such a heavy thing."

Lin Chaosheng touched the cat out of curiosity. Wow, the muscles all over its body were tight and strong, especially its four legs. Lin Chaosheng thought it was a miniature cheetah.