From the ashes: Return of the General

Chapter 833 The Last Competition

Because of Princess Meixin's martial arts contest to recruit relatives, the entire Jinghe Kingdom was in a state of excitement. All men who had learned boxing and kicking kung fu and were particularly confident in themselves rushed to the capital like Yan Jingchen to participate in the registration. For a while, it was even more lively than the Shangyuan Festival, and the traffic of people coming and going was like a New Year's Eve.

The official martial arts competition is scheduled to be held five days later, and there will be a round of three days, a total of ten games. The winner will participate in the next round, and the loser will be rewarded with silver.In other words, no matter who you are or where you come from, you will never leave empty-handed if you sign up.

Lang Yu told Yan Jingchen one by one the news he had inquired, and he said thoughtfully while wiping his sword: "It seems that this is true."

Pausing in his heart, confused, Lang Yu blurted out: "What do you mean, the imperial decree can be false?"

He went to ask where he signed up, and he said that there were more than 3000 people, and more than 3000 people signed up. There can be fakes about recruiting relatives in martial arts competitions, it's impossible.

I don't know if he thought of his good friend Zongzheng Mingzhen. Thinking of the events of that year, Yan Jingchen sighed and said: "It is impossible for the imperial decree to be false, but..."

"Forget it, the ring is all set up, so of course I really want to get married." The godmother is so pitiful, the grandson she has been looking forward to for so many years will be called someone else's grandma in a blink of an eye, and will be someone else's grandson in a blink of an eye.

Lang Yu was confused, but he didn't continue to ask, took out the number he got after signing up, and offered it happily: "Young master, look, you are [-], I am [-], especially auspicious."

Eyes widened, Yan Jingchen looked at him immediately and said, "Sign up together, shouldn't we be next to each other? Why are you [-]?"

[-] is quite auspicious, but there are really too many people. Marrying a princess thinks it is picking beans, and if you catch a lot, you will be crazy.

Hehe smiled and Lang Yu squatted down, and then said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I... I'm a little scared. You know, Mei Xin is a well-known major general. She is 12 years old. I started to kill the enemy, and now I am 20 years old, how many people will I have to kill in eight years. So, I hesitated... I hesitated and did not report with you."

Sneering and swiping the wiped sword twice, Yan Jingchen said: "Those who didn't know what you said thought she didn't kill an enemy, but her own husband. Go, go, go, Go away, don't embarrass me."

Lang Yu didn't leave, she put away her number and said, "Didn't I report it, [-], for a long time, maybe..."

"Maybe a fart, your martial arts are still as high as your master." While talking, Yan came back, holding porridge and steamed buns and said: "Young master, Miss Zhou has written again."

There was almost no interruption of one letter a day, and since the owner of the pavilion entered Beijing, the pigeons in the pavilion were almost exhausted.

Speaking of Zongzheng Mingzhen's junior sister Zhou Yinglangyu suddenly remembered something, got up and took a hot bun, he sat aside and said gloatingly: "Master, you said that if Miss Zhou knows that you are participating in a martial arts competition to recruit relatives, she will marry you if she wins." Princess, what will happen to her?"

With her furious temper, she was determined to kill her without saying a word.

Sneering, disdainful to see him gloating, Yan Jingchen took a bun in his hand and said: "If you know it, you know it, what's the big deal, but you, your skin is itchy, right?"

After finishing speaking, he raised his foot and kicked the sword that had just been wiped, and rushed towards Lang Yu.

Lang Yu ran away, faster than a rabbit, Yan Hui couldn't help laughing and said, "You should be called poor!"

After turning the sword around, Yan Jingchen returned to his side, and after catching it firmly, he said: "How is it, is there no letter from the godmother?"

Half a year ago, Bai Yulan, who was worried about her son Zongzheng Mingzhen, left her daughter and grandson and went to the south. The news of Mei Xin's decree for a martial arts competition to recruit relatives spread all over the world. There was no reply.

Speaking of this matter, Yan Hui's face lost his smile, he shook his head lightly and said: "There is no reply, but our people sent news that the Duke of the country has entered the mountain again, and I'm afraid we will contact you soon." not on."

There are mines in the area under the jurisdiction of Zongzheng Mingzhen, and he would go into the mines every year at this time, and he would go there for more than half a month, Yan Jingchen knew this.

Once again lamenting that good fortune tricks people, he solved a steamed stuffed bun in twos and said: "Try your best to deliver the news, but you can't catch up..."

"Forget it, do your best to obey the destiny, let's see the fate of the two of them." I haven't seen him for a long time and I don't know how he is now, maybe I have let go of him.

On the morning of April 3000th, the contest officially started to recruit relatives. The first match was a scuffle. Due to the large number of people, the fight lasted for two days. After two days, only 500 of the [-] people remained.

The 500 people took a day off to compete in the second round. After the second round, only half of them were left, and then took three days off for the third, fourth, fifth, and tenth rounds.

With a gathering of heroes and masters, the competition to recruit relatives is more beautiful than the other, and as time goes by, the time for the last competition is set after the Dragon Boat Festival.

After three days of rest and preparation, Yan Jingchen, who had just finished the ninth game, was very tired, but he was more tired mentally than physically: "Is there no news yet?"

It's been half a month, even if I haven't received any news, I should go down the mountain.

Seeing that he was slumped on the chair and exhausted, Yan Hui hurriedly poured water for him and said, "The old lady wrote back, saying that she sent a message to the mountain, but she never went down the mountain, and the person who sent the letter didn't come back either. Know what's going on."

As soon as Yan Jingchen heard the news, he sat up straight and blurted out: "So he already knew?"

Yan Hui shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, it's rainy season in the south right now, the mountain roads are difficult to navigate, and there are landslides. I'm not sure whether the Duke has received the news or not."

Yan Jingchen fell down again with his body tilted, and he sat weakly in the chair. He said with a depressed face: "It's over, it's over, the Jiang family boy is going to be a father, marry one and get two, and get two sons for nothing!" .”

More than 3000 people competed for half a month, and only he and Jiang Zhehan were left. He used all his strength to win this match today, and he was really not sure of winning the competition three days later.

Yan Hui followed every competition and saw that he was unable to do what he wanted, so he comforted: "Young master, don't worry, maybe the Duke of the country has received the news, and this time he is already on his way. Isn't there still three days left?" Is it time, just wait and see."

Yan Jingchen sat up abruptly before he finished speaking, changed his exhausted look, and said firmly, "No, I won. It's better for me to marry a princess than someone else to father my two children."

(End of this chapter)