After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled
Chapter 84 Fighting
After launching the small boat, Song Huiling and A'mo walked onto the bridge from the shore.
After walking a few dozen steps, a thin man holding a gong suddenly ran towards him.
He held the gong hammer in his right hand and swung his arm violently.
The deafening sound of a gong, "Bang!", instantly attracted the attention of passers-by on the road.
After ringing the gong a few more times, the man shouted in a shrill voice: "Fellow villagers, Qingyuan County's annual military competition is about to begin. You can go and watch and place bets!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several pedestrians came up to the man who was ringing the gong and asked him questions one after another.
"The Tunjun Arena Competition has been held for three consecutive years. Every year, He Zongqi of the Yuntun Village wins the championship. There is no suspense anymore. What else is there to bet on?"
"That's right. In the first and second years, everyone bet on others to win. But in the third year, everyone who went to watch the game bet on Mr. He. I think it will be the same this year. Just save yourself the trouble and don't bet anymore."
Song Huiling had sharp ears and when she heard people talking about He Zhan, she immediately moved closer without making a sound.
She had no idea that the garrison troops actually held boxing matches, and that her husband seemed to be quite powerful.
But those people seemed to have lost interest and were about to disperse and leave.
The gong-ringer raised his eyebrows and quickly struck the gong again, calling out to the others: "Hey, don't leave, listen to me, there are changes to this year's competition, I promise it will be more exciting and suspenseful than previous years!"
"Then tell me how to create suspense?" Song Huiling suddenly interrupted before the passerby could speak.
The gong-ringer glanced at Song Huiling and smiled, "Girl, you came here specially to see Mr. He, right? Then you won't be able to pick a good spot. The seats have already been taken by the girls who came to watch Mr. He fight."
Song Huiling's face darkened little by little.
Damn it, He Zhan was actually flirting with other girls behind her back!
Song Huiling's cheeks puffed up with anger. A'mo tugged at her clothes and gestured angrily: My nephew is not a good husband, he should be thrown into the pig cage!
The gong-ringer withdrew his gaze from Song Huiling and said to the passers-by, "I believe everyone has heard recently that the newly appointed chieftain Xin Sang of the Tulingguan Xuanfusi intends to make friends with the garrison troops, so this year the Qingyuan County garrison troops and the Tulingguan Xuanfusi jointly organized this competition. Each side will send three fierce generals to compete in three games in total, and the side with the most wins will win.
Our betting rules have also changed. First, you can make prediction bets for each match, and second, you can make prediction bets on the winner. This year's game is definitely more fun than ever before! ”
The pedestrians who were about to leave became interested again.
"In that case, I have to go and watch. Mr. He will only appear once at most. There will be no suspense in this match, but the other two matches will be exciting!"
"You are being too absolute. General He is very powerful in the garrison, but he may not be able to fight against the Miao warriors. I have heard that the men of the Miao tribe can fight ten men at once. General He may not have an absolute chance of winning this time."
The suspense was so great that word spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. All the free people in the city rushed to the arena to watch the match.
Song Huiling also wanted to join in the fun, as she had never seen her husband's heroic figure before.
But when she thought that Xin Sang might be there, she gave up the idea and turned to A'mo and said, "A'mo, now that we have seen the doctor, let's go home."
A'Mo stood still, shaking his head and refusing to leave.
"Do you want to join in the fun too?" Song Huiling frowned slightly.
Amer nodded.
"This is a difficult problem. What if Xin Sang sees you?" Song Huiling rubbed his temples, feeling a little headache.
Meeting A'mo's wet eyes, she couldn't say no.
"I got it, come with me." Song Huiling took A'mo back to the clinic and shamelessly asked Doctor Yu for a piece of gauze.
The most recognizable feature of A'mo is his eyes. If he stands in a crowd, people who are familiar with him will be able to recognize him at a glance by the fierce look in his eyes like a little wolf.
The only way to create an effective disguise was to cover up his highly recognizable eyes.
Song Huiling let him do it himself and lightly covered his eyes with a layer of gauze to ensure that he could see.
Sure enough, after his eyes were bandaged, the recognition of A'mo's face decreased a lot. People who didn't know would just think that his eyes were injured and didn't think much about it.
When they passed by a small stall, Song Huiling bought him a black headscarf and wrapped his entire head starting from the forehead.
His eye-catching crew cut was once again covered up, and with his coarse linen clothes, he blended into the crowd like an ordinary citizen.
After disguising herself and dressing up, Song Huiling was still worried and repeatedly reminded A'mo that when he arrived at the arena, no matter what happened, he should not show up.
A'Mo nodded in agreement, lowered his head, and followed Song Huiling obediently.
The two followed the crowd and finally arrived at the arena after walking for a quarter of an hour.
When they arrived, the ring was already packed with spectators, forming a huge circle around the ring.
All the seats in the front row were occupied, and at first glance it was filled with a sea of heads.
Song Huiling and A'mo were squeezed at the back, but luckily the stage was built high, eight feet above the ground, so even if they were left at the back, they could still see the situation on the stage clearly.
Her worries were unnecessary. There were so many people under the stage that it seemed as if the stage was about to be submerged. The people on the stage could not notice any particular person under the stage at all. It was better for A'mo not to pretend.
A red flag was planted on the stage. The sunlight shone obliquely, and mottled light and shadows fluttered along with the flag.
At the back of the ring, the shirtless drummer swung his arms vigorously and beat the floor drum in front of him loudly. After a dozen or so close drum beats, an old man wearing a black tall hat and a long gown walked up the stairs slowly to the center of the ring.
"Everyone, be quiet!" He raised his arms and put his palms downward, and the noisy noise from the audience gradually stopped.
The old man looked around and said in a steady and powerful voice: "The competition will begin soon. I have something to remind you. Please restrain yourself this year. Do not throw eggs, vegetable leaves, or bricks onto the stage! We will send people to patrol the team. Anyone who does not follow the rules will be punished with caning!"
Song Huiling's eyes widened slightly, in disbelief: "Ah? Isn't it just a competition? Why are there people throwing things onto the stage?"
A man nearby heard it and turned around to talk to him, "Of course not. Everyone has placed a bet. If the person on the stage loses the fight, not only will he lose face, but he will also lose the face of the audience. If someone has an extreme temper, he will naturally throw things to vent his anger."
Song Huiling pursed her lips, her face looking extremely serious.
Fortunately, He Zhan won the championship for three consecutive years, otherwise she couldn't imagine the scene of him being thrown vegetable leaves.
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