First Lady of the Crown Prince Chapter 230

Chapter 230 A sensation in the audience (one more)

The little **** took the piano case back to the Royal Palace of Rui.

Princess Rui is sitting in the pavilion yawning.

The little **** said: "Wang Hao, would you like to see it?"

Princess Rui put a hundred hearts on the things she took back from Gu Jiao. She waved her hand and said to the little eunuch: "Take it and keep it."

"Yes!" The little **** carried the piano case into Princess Rui's room.

The female officer Xu was instructing the maid to tidy up the house. The little **** saluted her and said, "Sister Xu, the princess asked the slave to bring the piano. I don't know where to put it?"

The female officer Xu found a cabinet that she would often open: "Just put it here, I will play again in a few days."

Liang's envoys are about to arrive, and the crown princess has just ordered people to pass on a message, hoping that Princess Rui can play a song at the palace banquet to help the envoys.

Really, the princess didn't know that her princess was pregnant?

Princess Rui had an operation a year ago, and she became pregnant before her body recovered completely. The royal doctors told her to stay in bed more often.

The female officer was full of complaints, but she didn't dare to speak out, so she closed the cabinet depressed.

In March, when the grass grows and the oriole is flying, the capital is thriving.

Pedestrians on the street are standing next to each other, and the stream is endless.

The main streets of the capital are very spacious, which can accommodate at least four carriages in parallel at the same time, and the wider ones are like Zhuque Avenue near the Royal Palace. A dozen carriages are not crowded.

The little third son stopped the carriage steadily at the destination Gu Jiao said.

The little third son looked up at the four characters Taihe Wuguan on the plaque, a little disbelief in his eyes: "Miss Gu, did we go wrong?"

Turn left for a while, turn right for a while, turn right for a while and then turn right, can he turn it back?

Gu Jiao opened the curtain and looked at it, and said, "Yes, it's here."

The third son was even more confused: "No, Miss Gu, what are you doing here? Is it... a visit?"

Why do I need to change clothes when I visit? Doesn't this medical clinic not allow female doctors to enter?

Countless doubts flashed in the mind of the little three.

Gu Jiao did not answer, and jumped out of the carriage: "You park the carriage in the alley and wait for me for a while."

"Oh." The little third son is not a talkative person most of the time, otherwise Gu Jiao would not be willing to let him drive the car.

The little third son parked the carriage into the alley on the right side of the martial arts hall, and Gu Jiao stepped into the martial arts hall.

Taihe Martial Arts Museum is one of the best martial arts museums in Beijing. It has three floors. The entrance is a lobby. On the wall facing the entrance, there is a huge martial arts character written in cursive script. Various weapons are displayed on both sides. In the lobby, several martial arts disciples were gesticulating with bare hands, as if they were discussing how to learn from each other.

It's not surprising to see strangers coming, probably because of strangers.

This is not surprising.

There is no martial arts examination in Zhaoguo, only literary examinations. Therefore, Zhaoguo will only issue one literary scholar every three years. Unlike Liang and Yan, who publish literary scholars, they will also select martial arts scholars across the country.

Ke Zhaoguo also needs martial arts talents. Some have entered the barracks directly, such as Gu Changqing; there are also people who are unwilling to serve the court and only hope to use martial arts to find a way out for themselves.

Martial arts hall was born under this situation.

Although everyone is inferior and only has a high school level, some people are not born to study. They want to learn martial arts. After they learn martial arts, they can become escorts, masters, or guards in large households... In short, they don't lack food. It's better than slicing from the ground.

So the martial arts gym is quite popular in Zhaoguo.

Of course, martial arts halls are also divided into types. In jargon, they are Qing Guan and Hei Guan. Qing Guan means only accept disciples and only teach martial arts; while the black hall is much more complicated. In addition to recruiting disciples, it also adds a lot of other things. Business.

Taihe Martial Arts Museum is a black museum.

This was what Gu Chengfeng revealed to Gu Jiao. It was mainly Gu Jiao who beat Gu Chengfeng three days and two. Gu Chengfeng was able to narrowly beat Gu Jiao at the beginning. Gradually, Gu Jiao and Gu Jiao drew with him, and gradually Gu Jiao beat him. A pig's head.

He won't be beaten like this again!

His ability is to steal things, not to make sandbags for people!

If Gu Jiao wants to restore her strength in her previous life, she must constantly look for stronger sandbags.

Gu Jiao took out a mask from her arms and put it on.

The mask was also robbed by Gu Chengfeng, and no copper plate was spent.

She walked into the martial arts hall in a familiar way, passed through the hanging flower gate to a seemingly unmanned tea room, gently turned the oil lamp on the tea table, only heard a bang, and the wall of the tea room opened.

There was a noise rushing toward her face.

Gu Jiao walked into the passage with a blank face, and the wall behind him closed with a bang.

After closing , the noise in front seemed to be amplified.

At the end of the passage is a large martial arts field, a three-storey wooden building, two floors are viewing rooms, and four air-conditioned arenas erected in the middle of the first floor. At this time, three arena are in competition.

Gu Jiao came to the counter, knuckles faintly buckled the table top.

Some sleepy shopkeepers yawned: "Is it better to bet in the martial arts competition? Ten Wen in the martial arts competition, bet one hundred wen, if you want a room, add two hundred..."

Before he could say anything, a small fish domino fell in front of him.

The shopkeeper glanced at the small fish domino, looked startled, and most of them woke up from sleep.

He immediately stood up, changed his face, and said with a smile: "Young Master Li, why are you here? Didn't you just come the other day?"

Gu Jiao didn't say a word, she only glanced at the roster beside him.

The shopkeeper understood, and reminded in a low voice: "East Ring."

Gu Jiao stepped to the east ring.

The people behind Gu Jiao who were queuing to receive the card contest were unhappy. One of them yelled at the shopkeeper: "What's the situation? We haven't entered in the queue for a long time. Why did he enter? Didn't it mean that you have to receive a card to enter?"

The shopkeeper gave a few novices sarcastically, and showed the fish bones in his hands: "Do you know what this is?"

Everyone shook their heads.

The shopkeeper raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly: "This is a martial master domino."

"Martial artist, martial artist?"

The few people who were still clamoring dissatisfaction with Gu Jiao all silenced.

Is that young boy who looks weak and fragile is a martial artist?

In the martial arts gym, the master who teaches kung fu is called a martial artist, but in the martial arts arena, only a master who has won a hundred games is qualified to be called a martial artist.

"He, has he won fifty games?" Someone asked in surprise.

Generally speaking, only those who have won fifty matches can be called a martial artist.

The shopkeeper sighed and said impatiently: "What do you want? Just one game!"

Killed a martial artist in just one game.

The rules of the major martial arts halls in the capital, leapfrogging to challenge the opponent, as long as you win, you can take away the identity of the opponent.

But not everyone is eligible to leapfrog the challenge, not only to sign the life and death certificate, but also to pay a huge deposit. Once lost, the deposit will be all owned by the challenged.

When the young boy first arrived, he boasted that he wanted to compete with the most powerful master in the museum that day.

The rules of the martial arts hall can only exceed the challenge of two levels at most, but the young boy bet a full one thousand taels of silver, so the martial arts hall made an exception for him and let him challenge the third level.

The martial artist was unwilling to take up the martial arts competition at first, but the martial arts hall was so good or bad that he asked the young man to add another five hundred taels of silver, and then the martial artist was invited.

Leapfrog competition, life and death conceited, this is the rule.

Everyone thought that the young boy was dead, and no one bet he won. As a result, everyone lost their money.

A young man holding a sword disdainfully said: "Cut~What's so great about winning a martial arts master? I heard that there were some martial arts masters in your martial arts gym today, I don't believe that he can still get lucky!"

Everyone nodded, yes, he is so thin, how could he beat the martial artist? It must be out of **** luck!

Gu Jiao didn't know the hot discussion of these people, and probably wouldn't care if she knew it.

Four arenas, east, west, north, south, and the masters assigned are different every day. The shopkeeper pointed to the east arena, and it should be the strongest in this arena.

"The three swordsman Yan wins! Is there any master who wants to challenge the hero Yan?"

On the ring, a young man in martial arts clothes carried a gong and a mallet, and shouted while knocking.

This hero Yan guarded the ring all morning. I don't know how many masters he has defeated. No one dared to fight him anymore.

"If not, Yan Daxia will be today--" Xiao Si was about to end the ring, when a light little figure jumped onto the ring.

But said that Lord Hou was punished by copying the military book in the palace, and after a day and night, he finally finished copying the last copy.

This is much more tiring than practicing martial arts. He was dizzy, numb, and almost copied internal injuries.

No, the internal injury has already been copied!

Xuan Pinghou slipped out by himself. He hasn't returned yet, and he doesn't know what he was doing.

Old Houye ignored him, stood up on the table, and almost fell to the ground because his legs were too numb. He really looked like a 60-year-old man.

Lao Hou Ye dragged his tired body, holding the scrambled books of war, and went to the Imperial Study Room to apologize to the emperor.

The emperor wore a net bag on his head. He was ugly. He was not as shameless as Xuan Pinghou. He did not even go to the early dynasty to preserve the image of the emperor.

"Your Majesty, the minister has finished copying the military books." Old Master Hou said outside the royal study room.

"Come in." The emperor waved his hand impatiently.

Gonggong Wei walked over, took the military book that Old Hou Ye had copied, and whispered to Old Hou Ye, "Go back."

Master Hou knowingly, he respectfully saluted at the Imperial Study Room: "Chen...retire!"

After speaking, he turned around and limped out of the palace.

Lao Hou Ye got on the carriage.

The coachman asked: "Master, are you okay? Are we going back to the Hou Mansion now? Would you like to find a medical clinic for you? Your complexion is not very good."

I've copied the military books for so long, can you look good? Let those civil servants practice martial arts day and night, and they will become exactly the same virtues as themselves.

However, Lord Hou was really frustrated in his heart, he was uncomfortable to copy the book, and he didn't want to go back to the house to deal with Mrs. Gu's questioning.

He paused, and said, "Go to the martial arts gym."

Lao Houye is a frequent visitor to the martial arts museum, the martial arts museum does not know his specific identity, only knows that he is a master, the surname is Gu, and his shots are very generous.

Lao Houye came to the martial arts center, one is that he loves to watch martial arts, and the other is that he can select some creative talents from it.

Of course, Lord Hou's vision is extremely high, so after so many years, he has chosen less than ten.

Of these ten people, only two have withstood his rigorous training, and the rest were sent away.

Master Hou asked for a second-floor wing room.

The guy asked him if he wanted to place a bet. He threw a silver ingot on the table: "No."

If you don't bet, then this silver ingot is all rewards.

The guy smiled and put the silver ingot into his arms: "The little one will give you tea! Do you want Longjing or Tieguanyin?"

"Longjing." Old Hou Ye said.

"Good!" The man immediately went to make a pot of good Yuqian Longjing, and took a few exquisite and delicious snacks, "You take it slow, the small one is waiting outside, you call for something."

Old Houye waved his hand.

The man walked out with a smile.

Lao Hou Ye started to enjoy the competition in the arena while drinking tea.

His wing is facing the west arena. The view on the west arena is the most comprehensive. However, for some reason, he was attracted by the competition on the east arena.

It was a seven-foot strong man holding a double axe. His brute strength and internal strength were far from an ordinary master, but he was confronted by an inconspicuous young man in Tsing Yi.

The young boy in Tsing Yi didn't even use weapons, and he was fighting with his bare hands. If so, the other party still can't get the upper hand.

"interesting."

After some seven or eight moves, the brawny man with two axes was kicked off the competition stage by the young boy in Tsing Yi.

Soon, a master armed with a red spear jumped onto the ring.

Lao Hou Ye is a martial artist, and he can see at a glance that this man's martial arts is far above the previous double axe master, and the young boy in Tsing Yi is in danger.

Somehow, his heart was lifted up.

The young boy in Tsing Yi took the lead in making the move. Not surprisingly, the master of the red spear easily avoided it, leaped a few steps away, and killed a beautiful back carbine!

The spear head pierced the boy's heart!

Oops!

Master Hou stood up nervously!

How can you still fight so fiercely? Is it a leapfrog competition?

is over, the child can't hide.

Not only does he think so, but the people around the ring are also like him.

The coldness of the spear passed through the thin clothes into the body of the young boy in Tsing Yi, only to poke the center of the mouth for a moment, the young boy in Tsing Yi suddenly held the spear with his left hand, jumped up with force, and kicked the opponent's heart. , When he landed, he flipped over and took the red tassel gun from the opponent's hand!

Some action, smooth and flowing, drip-proof!

The young boy in Tsing Yi did not give the opponent a chance to breathe. He took the grab as a pole and stood up. A sweeping leg swept the opponent on the ground.

The young boy in Tsing Yi grabbed the red spear and was about to pierce the man fiercely, but suddenly he paused, split the head of the spear with his bare hands, and knocked the opponent off the ring with his gun.

Old Master Hou was soaked with sweat.

was scared and excited, too excited, he wanted to end.

Although the young man is wearing a mask, it seems that his figure should not be more than a teenager, and he has such a skill at a young age. It is worthy of verifying that sentence-a hero has been a boy since ancient times!

Of course, martial arts is just one of them.

The young man cut off the head of the gun with his bare hands and changed to use the gun to knock the opponent off the ring. The behavior of the old man was greatly appreciated.

The haze of being punished suddenly disappeared, and Master Lao Hou was relieved everywhere.

After this, no one dared to challenge the young boy in Tsing Yi.

Tsing Yi young boy regretfully stepped off the ring.

"I knew it, but I deliberately lost a few games."

Gu Jiao rubbed her wrist and walked towards the entrance.

"Little brother, please stay!"

A familiar voice rang behind her, and Gu Jiao paused and turned around weirdly.

Gu Jiao put on a mask and changed her outfit. Old Hou Ye did not recognize her, but Gu Jiao did.

Gu Jiao frowned, how much hatred and resentment? Back to the martial arts hall?

Old Master Hou politely arched his hands: "Little brother, can you take a step to speak?"

Gu Jiao said nothing.

It turned out not to recognize her anymore.

Lord Hou thought that the young boy was a jealous stranger, smiled, and said, "Don't be too mad, little brother, I don't have any malice. I see the little brother's skill. I want to ask if he is interested in enlisting?"

No.

She is going home to cook.

The other party did not say a word again, the old man looked at the other party's throat thoughtfully: "Little brother, are you...can't you speak?"

Gu Jiao thought for a while and nodded.

The agents in the organization actually have voice training. Women can imitate men's voices, and men can imitate women's voices, but Gu Jiao doesn't like to talk, let alone keep her at home all day long. The rest of her training results are the first, but the voice training alone is the last one.

Because she can't learn to speak from a man, Gu Jiao has never spoken in the martial arts hall, and everyone regards her as a dumb.

Lord Hou was full of emotion, he is really a good seedling with disability and determination!

But he can't speak, and he will face a lot of trouble when he is on the battlefield.

Lord Houye temporarily rested his thoughts of abducting Gu Jiao into the barracks, but he still wants to make friends with this person: "Little brother, can you make friends?"

The age is much worse. It's not bad to be a year-end date.

Lao Hou Ye is a real martial artist. Many people think that he is naturally aggressive, but he is not. He is naturally good at martial arts, but martial arts and fighting are often forced to be linked together.

Gu Jiao is not interested in making such old friends.

Gu Jiao shook her head and rejected him.

Old Houye sighed with disappointment.

Gu Jiao turned and left. Suddenly, Huang Zhong rushed in anxiously: "Master! Where are you here? I know you must be here if you don't return home!"

Master?

Gu Jiao looked at Huang Zhong, and then at Old Hou Ye.

Huang Zhong is Gu Houye's confidant and the guard of Ding'an Hou's Mansion. He calls this old man master...

Is this old man the father of Gu Hou?

"What's the matter?" Old Hou Ye frowned.

Huang Zhong glanced at Gu Jiao on the side. He vaguely felt that the temperament of this young boy in Tsing Yi was a bit familiar, but he didn't remember where he had seen it for a while, plus he was anxious to talk about things, so he didn't take it to heart.

He said: "The Ling family is here, but the eldest son is not there. The old lady wants you to go back quickly."

Ling's family, the first son.

Very good, the identity is completely determined.

Gu Jiao, who had already left, suddenly folded back again, took out paper and charcoal from her arms, and wrote in a whisper: No, do, friends, friends, worship, hold, son, wish, intention, do you?

Old Houye was taken aback.

Gu Jiao continued to write: worship, now, put, son, you, son, son, just, yes, me, son, son!

"Isn't he a nephew?" Old Master Hou was successfully led astray.

Gu Jiao thought for a while and wrote: No, yes, let, him, call, father!

　Gu Houye: (⊙o⊙)!

　　The monthly pass will be doubled in the last few days, and the small partners of the monthly pass will step up to vote.

(End of this chapter)

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