With the system traveling through time, the queen always becomes a mother painlessly

The next day, the next day...

Gradually, those who came from ordinary families but had good talents and martial arts also came to sign up.

Anyway, the notice says that anyone who wants to participate can participate. This competition has gathered a lot of outstanding talents, and you can also see the emperor and broaden your horizons.

As the days passed, more people from the counties under the capital came to sign up. There were already hundreds of people participating, and the male to female ratio was about ten to one.

More than a month passed quickly, and the number of people who came to register reached more than 500. This time the gender ratio was even greater, with only 74 women among the 500 people.

The number of people who signed up to participate was more than Lezhi had imagined, so the competition venue was simply chosen at the registration place, which was the east gate of the imperial palace. There was a large open space here that could accommodate all these people.

March 27th, sunny, light breeze.

Since the people were informed in advance that there would be an open space for them to watch the game, the space was occupied by the people as soon as daybreak.

There are more than a dozen competition items in total, starting with literature.

At noon, officials' families and people participating in the competition arrived one after another.

At three quarters past noon, Shang Yue arrived with Queen Mother Nanyan and several children, and everyone knelt down immediately.

After Shang Yue asked people to stand up, the people kept looking in their direction.

It is not easy to see the royal face, they must cherish this opportunity, otherwise they may never have the chance to see him again in the future.

As they watched, the people began to get excited.

"Oh my god! Why do the emperor and empress look like they are in their twenties? Oh no, they look much younger than me who is twenty years old."

"The Emperor and Empress are naturally beautiful. How can we compare with them?"

"The princes and princesses are so good-looking. The crown prince looks so much like the emperor, especially his majestic expression. The princess and the queen are both stunningly beautiful. The second and third princes also combine the advantages of the emperor and the queen. They are outstanding in appearance at a young age, and they will definitely be outstanding when they grow up."

"..."

At noon, the competition officially began. The first item was poetry writing. There were a total of sixty participants, including ten women.

An hour and a half passed and the competition entered its final moments. After two rounds, the remaining nine men and one woman participated in the final round.

After the competition, the palace maids collected the contestants' poems and handed them to the judges.

The referees are Zhao Yun, Nan Hui and two highly respected teachers.

Everyone was nervously waiting for the final result.

In the end, the woman who made it to the finals only came in third.

The afternoon competition was a calligraphy and painting competition. Nan Zhiyi participated in it, but also won third place. The top two places were still men.

On the second, third, and fourth days of competition, the best result for the women was only third place.

The competition was almost over, and the women had not yet won a first place. Everyone thought that due to the natural disparity in strength between men and women, and the fact that almost no women practiced martial arts, they would definitely not win.

Then we can only rely on the remaining two games.

A game of chess, a strategy.

"Mom, I'm going."

Nan Zhiyi was wearing a smart dress, with a confident look on her pretty face. She walked up to the competition platform with her body straight. When she looked in the direction of Nan Yan, she blinked mischievously.

Nan Yan and Le Zhi gave her an encouraging look.

Nan Zhiyi's chess skills were taught by Nan Hui himself. Although he is only fifteen years old, he can definitely live up to the saying that the disciple is better than the master.

Now her chess skills can be said to be on par with Nan Hui.

The game started, with two people fighting each other. The one fighting against Nan Zhiyi was the legitimate son of a third-rank minister.

Nan Zhiyi was the one who eliminated his opponent the fastest.

Nan Hui couldn't hide the pride on his face as he looked at his granddaughter whom he had personally taught.

her brothers and cousins ​​chanted.

"Big sister is awesome."

"My cousin is amazing."

The others were still fighting, they just shouted once and then stopped so as not to disturb others.

After more than half an hour, the winners formed new opponents to fight.

In the end, only Nan Zhiyi and a scholar from an ordinary family were left.

The two looked at each other, and seeing the arrogance in each other's eyes, they felt like they had met a kindred spirit.

The game started in complete silence, and no one dared to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the two people competing on the stage.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, three quarters of an hour, the white and black pieces on the chessboard were evenly matched. The two men's brows became increasingly furrowed, and their lips were tightly pursed together.

An hour and a half passed, and Nan Zhiyi sat down with her last chess piece. The scholar stood up, clasped his fists and saluted, saying with admiration: "Miss Nan is an outstanding chess player. I admire you."

"You are so polite, sir."

"Wow! Sister won, sister is awesome..."

“Everyone is awesome.”

"Miss Nan is amazing."

"..."

The Nan family, the Ruan family and the women who were friends with Nan Zhiyi shouted loudly with joy.

Nan Zhiyi won the competition, and those court officials who opposed her looked unhappy.

But no matter how ugly their faces were, the fact that Nan Zhiyi won the game was already a fact.

Nan Zhiyi participated in the strategy competition in the afternoon again, and won the second place by just one move.

The men breathed a sigh of relief.

The next thing is martial arts. Women are unlikely to win because as far as they know, none of these women have ever learned martial arts.

They used to look down on these women.

There is a woman among the top three in almost every competition. You should know that there are more than 400 men, but only more than 70 women.

The fact that they made it into the top three is already better than most of them.

After all, women and men receive different educational environments. If these women studied like them, they would probably be better than them.

They thought so in their hearts, but were unwilling to admit it on the surface.

The women participating in the competition looked at the relieved expressions on the men's faces, with a flash of mockery in their eyes.

Humph! I'll let you guys be happy for a while. When the competition starts tomorrow, you'll know how powerful we are.

The next day, the weather was still nice, with an endless blue sky without even a cloud. Occasionally a breeze blew, bringing coolness to the crowd.

There was a martial arts competition in the morning, which started with a defense of the ring.

There are a total of 40 participants. They draw lots to determine the order of appearance. The person who draws number one is the first to defend the ring, and number two will challenge. If he loses, number three will continue to challenge. If he wins, number two will defend the ring, and number three will challenge number two, and so on.

"Number 5 successfully defended the ring. Please challenge number 13."

Lezhi, dressed in tight clothes and with neat hair, stood up from his seat and flew onto the stage.

Everyone in the field looked at their stunningly beautiful and noble princess with some disbelief.

How could the princess get up there? Is their princess who looks so beautiful and charming also going to take part in the competition?

This is a martial arts competition. What if someone accidentally hurts the princess?