Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1021 Trap
The beach was a bit noisy at first, but when the voice sounded, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

"Who?" Ji Jiashu and others beside Ying Baoyue suddenly looked up.

Many people also heard the reputation, but the people on the beach were so densely packed that it was difficult to recognize them for a while.

Although the person who interrupted was hidden in the forest, the sudden proposal caused a thousand waves of waves.

"Let the top of the list draw for the third item? Was there such a practice before?"

"I heard that the third item was indeed drawn by practitioners."

"Last time, it seems that the junior leader was invited..."

"But there are two leaders this year, right? Is it really a woman to draw? What if something unlucky is drawn..."

"Will she play tricks on the lottery and deliberately draw what she is good at?"

Hearing the people's comments getting worse and worse, Ji Jiashu's brows were tightly furrowed.

The proposal was clearly ill-intentioned.

He had a hunch that if Ying Baoyue really went up to draw lots, no matter which item she got in the draw, she would be hated by others.

Practitioners who are good at this will not appreciate her, and those who are not good at this will blame her for their failure.

He thought that it was the existence of women that polluted the grand ceremony that caused his unlucky luck.

These thoughts... are really disgusting.

Ji Jiashu took a deep breath and raised his hand to Dongfang Yi.

The discussion of other practitioners around continued, and the clear voice of the young man resounded throughout the beach.

"Master Dongfang, can this third item be picked by the kid?"

The other practitioners who were booing around were stunned and looked at Ji Jiashu one after another.

"Mr. Chunhua actually volunteered?"

"Could it be to protect the former Qin princess?"

"Mr. Chunhua is the primary leader, and his status is indeed suitable..."

Dongfang Yi, who was standing on the stage, glanced at the young man under the stage, paused for a moment, and was about to nod, but blocked Ji Jiashu with one hand.

"Baoyue, you..." Ji Jiashu's pupils narrowed slightly, but the girl held his shoulder tightly to prevent him from going forward.

Li Ji's eyes also changed, and he stretched his hand forward, and finally retracted it into his sleeve.

Ying Baoyue looked back at him and Ji Jiashu and smiled.

"Let me do it," Ying Baoyue walked out of the crowd over Ji Jiashu's shoulder.

"Since someone proposed to let the little girl draw, if the Master of the State Teacher doesn't mind, then the little girl dares to ask for the third lottery." She bowed to Dongfang Yi and said with a smile.

"Princess Qin, do you know what this means?" Dongfang Yi looked at her intently.

With Ji Jiashu's prestige, no one would say anything no matter what was drawn, but she was different.

"Of course I know," Ying Baoyue smiled, "Grandpa set up the military battle, hoping that practitioners can master the seven skills of soldiers, but because the conditions are limited, only three items can be compared at a time. No matter which item is drawn, it must be All the seniors are good at it, and they will never show timidity."

The tumultuous crowd fell silent.

Wow……

Zhao Guang sighed incessantly from behind, what he said was ironic.

It means that no matter which one she draws, if someone says that she is not good at it, then you can't blame her for being unlucky, it's because you are not good at it.

"Besides, the little girl is just a representative," Ying Baoyue said with a smile, "God Qinglong, no matter which item I draw, it must be the instructions of the gods and heaven."

Wow……

Zhao Guang continued to sigh, this is really shameless, everyone knows that Qinglong God is no longer in the sky of Soochow, and usually I don't see this girl praying to God and worshiping Buddha, but at this time, she would say that everything is destined.

The skill of dumping the blame on the gods is simply top-notch...

Ji Jiashu didn't expect Ying Baoyue to react so quickly, standing behind her in a daze.

The immortal officials on the altar looked stiff, wanting to refute for a while but didn't know what to say.

"Enough," Zhao Muren's speechless voice came from behind Dongfang Yi, "Just be the leader. If she wants to smoke, let her come up and smoke."

Dongfang Yi nodded, and Ying Baoyue walked up to the altar step by step under the watchful eyes of everyone.

She slowly walked in front of Chamberlain, "Master Qian, please."

Qian Bofang's hand holding the signing box trembled for a moment, and the next moment he stabilized his palm and handed the signing box to her.

Everyone looked at her, and there was a tense atmosphere in the air, but Ying Baoyue unhurriedly reached into the lottery box and pulled out a paper lottery.

She opened the paper ticket, her expression didn't change, she just handed it to Chamberfang.

Qian Bofang's expression changed.

However, just after he read the items above.

The crowd under the altar exploded completely.

……

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"I didn't expect that Her Royal Highness really won that one..."

Zhao Guang sat under the eaves of the other courtyard of Song Qian, his step-son of the middle Tang Dynasty, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, taking a sip and exhaling.

"What's the matter with that item? Whether it's Big Brother or Jiashu, they've been frowning since they came back yesterday."

Ji Ange walked up to him, looked at the dim sum on his leg with distaste, but still bent down to put down a new plate of dim sum beside him.

It has been a whole day since the first round of the water battle in the Intermediate Ceremony ended, but everything that happened yesterday is still vivid in my memory.

Ji Ange still remembered the surprise yesterday when she stood at the door to welcome Ying Baoyue and others back. Although everyone looked tired, they all got very good rankings. jumped up.

The float that notified the first round of the intermediate ranking ceremony ran all over Ruyang City, and the whole ancient city shook. In addition, there was a battle of gods in this water battle. Last night, the flower building in the teahouse was brightly lit, The common people were excited for a whole night.

Of course, the practitioners who returned from the beach yesterday were not included in these carnival crowds.

After a whole day and a night of traveling on the sea, the hard-working people couldn't get up. Those who had homes went home, and those who had no homes went straight to the inn.

The streets of Ruyang City, which used to be full of traffic during the day, are much quieter today.

Ji Ange looked at the quiet Shi'an Courtyard. Most of the practitioners who came back yesterday were still asleep, but she knew very well that everyone would wake up one after another in the evening.

Just because yesterday Ying Baoyue said that tonight there will be a hot pot banquet in the Shi An Yuan to celebrate everyone passing the first round.

No, the master's family hasn't woken up yet, and the food lovers have come early.

"Ah, this snack is really delicious, did Her Royal Highness make it?"

Zhao Guang chewed the biscuit, his cheeks bulging, and Ji Ange looked at him as if he saw a squirrel in the mountains.

"Aunt Yao made it, but it is indeed Her Royal Highness's prescription, called..."

"I know, it's called cookies, right?" Before Ji Ange could finish speaking, Zhao Guang interjected.

"You know?" Ji Ange was a little surprised, after all, this kind of dim sum should not be common in Soochow.

"His Royal Highness gave me and my second brother a lot in Southern Chu." Zhao Guang licked his fingers, still wanting to say, "I added a lot of ghee from the north, right? The taste is really delicious and unforgettable."

Although the reason why Ying Baoyue sent the biscuits is said to be because Li Ji gave her too much candied fruit, he just followed suit, but most of the biscuits fell into his stomach.

"Ghee is added. Some southerners are not used to eating it, but you can eat it very well." Ji Ange looked at the three empty plates beside Zhao Guang, with a look of surprise, "Can you still eat hot pot later?"

"Don't underestimate a man's appetite," Zhao Guang smiled smugly, looking at the steaming kitchen, "So Her Highness is already up?"

"Well," Ji Ange nodded, "She said that everyone should be hungry after sleeping all day, and she said that she wanted to steam some steamed buns to pad everyone's stomachs first."

"Oh!" Zhao Guang stood up excitedly, but at this moment, a hurried figure came into his eyes.

The owner of the other courtyard, Song Qian, came from the gate with a dignified expression.

"Song Jizi, what's the matter?"

Zhao Guang and Ji Ange asked.

"Is Your Royal Highness awake?" Song Qian's expression was a little subtle, "Someone came to visit her at the door."

"Who? Just let him in?" Zhao Guang was puzzled, and the next moment he was shocked, "Could it be from Xirong?"

"That's not true," Song Qian shook his head, but his expression was more complicated, he looked at the two of them and said word by word.

"It's the vice-examiner."

"Supervising Censor, Qian Bofang."

(End of this chapter)