It's easy to be a villain, but hard to be a princess

After all, King Ling shot first, and the two fought on the ring.Wu Zecheng competed three times in a row, and his physical strength was a little low. In addition, his martial arts mostly relied on brute force, while King Ling's moves were unpredictable. Within ten moves, Wu Zecheng was knocked out of the ring.

Chu Ruihong frowned when he saw that the mighty general was easily knocked out of the ring by King Ling.King Ling became even more arrogant in the ring, and said to the military officers below the ring: "Who else wants to compete with this king?"

The military officers under the ring all looked at each other in blank dismay, King Ling said with a sneer, "Why, don't you dare?"

At this time, General Zhenyuan Li He jumped onto the ring with his sword in his hand, clasped his fists and said, "Your Majesty Li He, I want to ask the prince for advice."

"Since I'm asking for advice, I will certainly accompany you!" After finishing speaking, King Ling took a sword from the weapon rack on the side, took off the scabbard and threw it down the ring, pointing at Li He, "Swords are ruthless, General Li must be careful!" .”

After all, King Ling raised his sword and stepped forward to fight Li He.

King Ling and Li He competed swords, and King Ling had the upper hand. King Ling's attack was swift and fierce, and Li He couldn't stand it anymore, breaking out in cold sweat.In less than a quarter of an hour, King Ling's sword passed through Li He's abdomen, bleeding into the arena.

King Ling pulled out the sword from his belly, looked at Li He who was bleeding profusely, and said, "I'm really sorry, once the sword is out, you can't take it back."

The generals in the audience were shocked, Chu Ruihong was in a hurry, this King Ling is too arrogant!

Li He was carried down for treatment. In the martial arts competition, for more than a hundred years, some people were killed in the ring, some were paralyzed, and some were blind.The sword is ruthless, so Emperor Wu once made a rule that killing people in martial arts competitions does not require life.Even if Li He died, King Ling would not be held responsible.

King Ling wiped the blood-stained sword with a handkerchief, and said to the audience: "But there are still people who want to compete with this king."

King Ling's martial arts skills are very good, and his strikes are too ruthless. All the generals in the audience are scared and dare not go on stage.After a long time, no one dared to take the stage to challenge. King Ling held his toes high and proudly, "Since no one came to the stage, then this king will receive the reward of 300 taels of gold."

At this time, Uncle Fan Youcheng looked at Chu Muqing and said, "I have heard that the regent's martial arts are peerless. I have not been lucky enough to see the majesty. It is rare for the mausoleum to come from thousands of miles away. Why don't we let the regent and mausoleum compete with each other?"

Han Zixiao squinted at Chu Muqing beside him. Chu Muqing looked calm, Chu Ruihong agreed, "Not only Uncle Guo has never seen the heroic appearance of the Regent, but even I have never seen it. I am really curious."

King Ling looked at Chu Muqing, with disdain on his face, "If you don't answer, I don't dare. I'm afraid the emperor won't be able to see Wang's heroic appearance today."

Suddenly, a purple shadow flew towards the ring, Han Zixiao tilted his head, the seat next to him was already empty.And Chu Muqing was already on the ring.

The regent entered the ring, and the audience cheered loudly, shouting: "Regent, regent!"

King Ling looked at Chu Muqing, "I thought my brother was scared and wanted to be a coward."

Chu Muqing raised the corners of her lips, "That's just Brother Wang's self-righteousness."

King Ling held the sword, his eyes were full of murderous intent, "This king can explain in advance that swords don't have eyes, and I hope that my brother will be more careful later, otherwise don't blame me if I accidentally hurt you."

"The sword in my king's hand doesn't necessarily have eyes."

King Ling raised his sword with sharp eyes. Chu Muqing held the sword without moving. When King Ling approached, he moved.

In the arena, swords and swords fought fiercely, and sparks were emitted when the weapons collided.

Chu Ruihong looked at the two people fighting each other on the stage, and the smile on his mouth deepened. He invited King Ling to the capital to watch their brothers kill each other. Now this situation is exactly what he wants.

After all their discussions, it is estimated that no one wants to admit defeat, and one person will always be carried down.

Han Zixiao stared at the two swordfighters on the stage, and then at Chu Ruihong who was smiling triumphantly on the dragon chair. Although he and Chu Ruihong were on the same front, he still hoped that Chu Muqing would win in his heart.

After two quarters of an hour of sparring on the stage, the winner was still undecided. King Ling's face was fierce, like King Yama in the Asura Field, while Chu Muqing's face was normal, without any disturbance.Obviously, the longer the time dragged on, Chu Muqing gradually gained the upper hand.

Chu Muqing dodged King Ling's stabbing sword, flew up on the spot, and kicked King Zhongling's sword-holding hand. King Ling retreated three steps and almost fell off the ring.Chu Muqing chased after him closely, and the sword in his hand was about to stab at King Ling. King Ling gritted his teeth, pressed a mechanism on his belt, and sent out a few silver needles from his belt to fly towards Chu Muqing who was oncoming.

Chu Muqing couldn't dodge in time, all the silver needles sank into his abdomen, and the attack came to a sudden stop.King Ling smiled grimly, and started to attack. Chu Muqing was hit by the silver needle, and the slightest movement caused excruciating pain. In the weather in late autumn and early winter, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

King Ling was approaching menacingly, Chu Muqing dodged enduring the severe pain, but his movements were obviously not as sharp as before.

Han Zixiao didn't know that Chu Muqing was plotted against by King Ling, and why he suddenly changed from attacking to defending. Seeing him being forced back by King Ling, he was afraid that he would lose, and even raised his heart.

King Ling attacked again and again, sweating all over his body. Seeing that his attack had weakened, Chu Muqing started to attack again as she gradually adapted to the severe pain in her abdomen.The sword in his hand pierced towards King Ling's chest, but King Ling couldn't dodge fast enough, his shoulder was cut by the blade of the sword.Chu Muqing flew up, turned around and kicked King Zhongling on the head, knocking him down on the ring.

King Ling fell to the ground, and the audience cheered loudly, "Regent! Regent!" Han Zixiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Unconvinced, King Ling stood up and waved his sword at Chu Muqing. Seeing that he was like a mad dog, Chu Muqing didn't bother him too much. The sword in his hand was about to point at his throat, but the distance was less than one centimeter At that time, his sword did not go down, but raised his foot and kicked King Ling off the ring.

King Ling fell down the ring heavily, spat out a mouthful of blood, and the audience cheered even louder.

Chu Muqing held the sword and cupped her hands on the stage, and said to the King Ling who fell on the ground: "Accept."

Several cronies of King Ling immediately came over to take the master away for medical treatment. According to the rules of the martial arts competition, Chu Muqing won't be able to end after winning King Ling. He said to the people in the audience: "Who else is willing to come up to compete?"

The audience shouted, "The Regent is mighty! The Regent is mighty!"

Seeing this situation, Chu Ruihong felt displeased. Although King Ling was taught a lesson, the regent's voice was even louder. For him, there were joys and sorrows.

In this year's martial arts competition, Chu Muqing won the championship and received a reward of 300 taels.

Han Zixiao took the 300 taels of gold and Chu Muqing got into the carriage of the palace.Han Zixiao thought, since the palace invested 300 taels of gold, shouldn't it be better for him to get a little extra for himself?30 taels of silver a month is really unbearable for him.

Han Zixiao thought for a while, but decided to flatter first, "My lord has great martial arts skills, and his swordsmanship is superb. When he competed with King Ling, he was heroic and heroic. I admire him so much."

Chu Muqing hadn't taken out the silver needle in her abdomen, she was in severe pain, her face was already pale, but she still kept her usual expression, "In front of this king, don't flirt with flattery."

"Your official is just telling the truth." Han Zixiao's eyes fell on the box beside him, which contained 300 taels of gold, "My lord, this time you won the first prize and got 300 taels of gold. The palace treasury is abundant, can you consider giving it to me?" Do you want to add some pocket money?"

"You live and board in the palace, is January 30 taels not enough?"

Han Zixiao said: "Sometimes it is inconvenient to work outside without any money."

"If you feel that it is not enough, just tell Uncle Song. However, you have to remember that you are a member of the Wangfu now, and the Wangfu is not as rich as your Suzhou Hanfu." Chu Muqing put her hands on her stomach, saying yes Affect the abdominal muscles, the pain intensifies.

Han Zixiao said with a smile: "I understand, my lord, don't worry, I have a sense of propriety, and I will definitely not squander it recklessly."

As soon as Han Zixiao finished speaking, his shoulders were heavy, and he turned his head to see that Chu Muqing was leaning over.Seeing that Chu Muqing's expression was not right, Han Zixiao hurriedly asked, "My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Muqing's forehead was full of sweat, and he said in a low voice: "During the martial arts competition, this king was hit by King Ling's hidden weapon."

Han Zixiao was surprised, he had been watching their martial arts competition, when did King Ling release the hidden weapon?He didn't even see it.

Chu Muqing leaned on his shoulder with a pale face, Han Zixiao didn't know what to do, so he took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, looking at him, it seemed that he was in severe pain.

"Young Lord, bear with it, and you will be at the manor soon."

"En." Chu Muqing leaned on his shoulder, breathing on his neck, Han Zixiao was itchy, and couldn't help but think of when they were in trouble together in the south of the Yangtze River, Chu Muqing couldn't move, and she relied on him like this.

When they arrived at the mansion, Han Zixiao helped Chu Muqing to enter the door. Uncle Song came over and saw Chu Muqing's pale face, and hurriedly asked, "My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Han Zixiao said to Song Bo: "My lord is injured, hurry up and call for a doctor."

"No need." Chu Muqing stopped, turned to Han Zixiao and said, "You come to help me."

Han Zixiao was dumbfounded, "I don't know medical skills, or..."

"Help me in, and I will teach you."

Han Zixiao: "..."

Uncle Song looked worried, "Princess, it's better to listen to the prince and help him in first."

Han Zixiao put Chu Muqing's arm on his shoulders, helped him into the bedroom, and let him sit on the bed.Chu Muqing said calmly, "Undress me and take the needle."