"Enter," Chu Zhiyuan said, retracting the Dragon Subduing Staff.
His body was still trembling, feeling warm and comfortable as if soaking in a hot spring, an indescribable sense of relaxation, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his face.
Bai Ning霜 gracefully entered, dressed in a moon-white palace gown, her golden hairpins swaying, shimmering with golden light, and she chided, "You can still smile!" Chu Zhiyuan laughed and said, "Mother, how did it go?"
He led Bai Ning霜 into the small pavilion next door. Mo Yi stepped forward to brew a cup of tea.
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Bai Ning霜 glanced at the four women and nodded with satisfaction. With Mo Yi and the other three around, she didn't have to worry about inadequate care.
The four of them had been following Chu Zhiyuan since they were young, and each of them was very capable, managing Tingtao Courtyard in an orderly manner, truly skilled at managing a household. "Here, take this." Bai Ning霜 took out a small box of cold jade from her Luo sleeve and handed it to him, "This is from the Empress, she said this is all she has."
Chu Zhiyuan opened it and saw two pieces of dragon fat incense.
His smile grew even wider.
"Yuan'er, losing is just losing, the sky won't fall!" Bai Ning霜 looked at him with heartache, and said softly, "Don't mess around and hurt yourself." "I understand." Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Mother, tomorrow you can go directly to the outside of the Qitian Palace with Father and Little Sister to watch the excitement."
"...Alright." Bai Ning霜 hesitated, but finally nodded lightly, got up and left without saying anything more.
She really wanted Chu Zhiyuan to withdraw directly, claiming that he was injured during training and canceling tomorrow's competition. Even if he lost, it would be better than being defeated miserably in public tomorrow, being beaten to a pulp. But thinking of Chu Zhiyuan's temperament, she knew that saying more would be useless.
Whatever he decided, no amount of persuasion would work.
After Chu Zhiyuan saw Bai Ning霜 off, he looked at the two pieces of dragon fat incense and suddenly smiled. The Emperor was really steady, he wouldn't give it to him unless he asked for it himself.
These two pieces of dragon fat incense should be enough for a breakthrough.
Qitian Palace is located on a mountain peak ten miles outside Yujing. It is called Qitian Peak.
Qitian Peak is over a thousand meters high.
There are more than five thousand steps in total, and the white stone steps have been polished to a shine.
Qitian Peak is not only the place where the emperor prays to heaven every year, but also a scenic spot for the daily outings of the people of Yujing City.
Qitian Peak is steep and difficult to climb, especially in the middle and upper sections, which are almost vertical. Those who are afraid of heights are all trembling and climbing upwards.
The top of Qitian Peak is as open and flat as a round mirror.
A magnificent circular palace, with a circular white stone square below, open and flat, standing on it gives one the feeling of floating in mid-air, wanting to be on par with the sky. This is also the motivation for the people of Yujing to tirelessly climb so high and expend so much effort to ascend the peak.
The morning sun shines with golden light, and Qitian Peak is like a golden mountain. The steep and difficult-to-climb Qitian Peak is already crowded with people.
Almost everyone in Yujing City knew that the Fourth Prince of Dajing wanted to compete with the Ninth Princess of Dameng. Although there was no bet, it affected the hearts of the entire Yujing people.
Of course, there were also some gambling houses privately opening bets.
The people of Yujing wanted to see the heroic posture of the Fourth Prince of Dajing winning a great victory, but they also knew that it was probably difficult. But they didn't dare not watch because of this.
It was good to be able to see the appearance of the Fourth Prince of Dajing and the appearance of the Ninth Princess of Dameng, after all, both of them were legendary figures. They comforted themselves, this was an unequal competition.
Dameng sent the Ninth Princess, who is a princess, but Dajing sent the Fourth Prince, not a prince. Losing is not shameful. If Dajing also sent a prince, letting the Tenth Prince, Prince Ying, take action, how could the Ninth Princess of Dameng win?
The wide and vast square was divided into areas.
One area was surrounded by soldiers in white clothes and white robes in two layers, isolating the surroundings. Inside the circle were Cheng Tianfeng and Mo Chunyu.
The Frost Treading Iron Cavalry dismounted, and their aura was still integrated, as if they were one person.
Cheng Tianfeng was dressed in a brocade robe, wearing silver-patterned deerskin boots, and a long sword with ancient mottled patterns at his waist, restoring his usual calmness and composure. He exuded a noble aura.
"Uncle, the result of this match is already determined. Who would have thought that Li Hongzhao would have advanced another level!"
"Li Hongzhao is indeed a genius. The bigger the scene, the more excited and passionate she becomes." Mo Chunyu said, "Her cultivation progress is also faster. She is using Chu Zhiyuan as a whetstone." "This woman is indeed beautiful." Cheng Tianfeng's eyes flashed with infatuation, and he sighed, "If I could take her into my room..."
Mo Chunyu glanced at him.
This nephew really can't change the Cheng family's tradition.
How can Li Hongzhao be regarded as an ordinary beauty? How can he take her into his room? Unless he is much stronger than her and makes her admire him.
To make her admire him, he must not only be far superior to her in martial arts, but also be about the same age as her. Otherwise, if he is much older and his cultivation is stronger than her, he will not be able to convince her. Such a person has not yet appeared.
Chu Zhiyuan, whose aptitude can be regarded as the best, is now inferior to her.
"It seems that I have to cultivate hard." Cheng Tianfeng sighed, "I'd rather eat one fairy apricot than a basket of rotten peaches!"
Mo Chunyu said lightly, "Are the women in your room all rotten peaches?"
"They are all fairy apricots." Cheng Tianfeng said triumphantly, "They are all rare beauties in the world." Mo Chunyu said, "It's best to provoke her less. She looks beautiful, but she is ruthless."
"I will eventually take her into my room!" Cheng Tianfeng clenched his fist in the air, and suddenly endless fighting spirit surged. First he was relieved of his defeat to Chu Zhiyuan, and then he was stimulated by Li Hongzhao, and he regained his fighting spirit and was full of energy.
Mo Chunyu didn't say anything more when he saw this. He sighed inwardly.
I really don't know if his lust is good or bad.
Bai Ning霜's family of three were also sitting in an area under the protection of the mansion's guards, with Xiao Ruoling and Xiao Ruoyu beside them, as well as Duke Anguo Xiao Youping. Xiao Youping and Chu Minghou were congenial and had a good relationship. The two sat at a stone table, each holding a teacup.
"I didn't expect so many people to watch, it's just a competition." Chu Minghou was puzzled.
This is different from the border war between Dajing and Dameng, which is cruel and tragic. Compared to that, this competition is like children playing house. I really don't know what there is to see.
It has attracted so many people to climb up here to watch.
Xiao Youping said, "It concerns the hearts of the people and morale. Everyone is holding back their anger and wants to vent it through this competition." This competition is equivalent to another war between Dajing and Dameng, a continuation and symbol of the border war.
It pins the strong emotions and feelings of the people of Yujing City.
"If Yuan'er really loses, wouldn't he become a sinner of our Dajing?" Chu Minghou frowned. Bai Ning霜 whispered, "Your Highness!"
Yesterday, Yuan'er also asked the Emperor for treasures. If he still loses, how can he not anger the Emperor?
Moreover, watching Yuan'er being defeated under his nose is completely different from just hearing others say he was defeated.
Now we can only look at Yuan'er himself.
She turned her head to look at Xiao Ruoling.
Xiao Ruoling's beautiful face was calm, and she couldn't see anything unusual. She just sat there quietly and looked at Qitian Palace. After nine steps, you can step onto the huge high platform and then enter Qitian Palace.
The location of their competition is on that high platform, in front of Qitian Palace. The whole square can clearly see the situation on the high platform.
In addition to these two areas on the square, there are dozens of other areas, all of which are dignitaries. The important officials of the court have to sit in the yamen and have no time to come.
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A clear sound rang out leisurely.
Then a clear cry rang out at the foot of the mountain.
The people standing at the edge of the square looked down upon hearing the sound, and saw a red shadow rising into the sky.
The south side of Qitian Peak is a staircase, and the north side is a steep cliff, covered with moss, and there is no staircase to climb the mountain. This red shadow climbed up the steep stone wall on the north side of Qitian Peak.
In the blink of an eye, the red shadow rose into the sky, fluttered down, and landed in front of Qitian Palace, appearing in front of everyone. Red clothes like flames, people like white jade carved beauties.
A figure flashed beside her, and Chu Zhiyuan appeared.
Compared to Li Hongzhao's captivating soul, Chu Zhiyuan was silent.
