The concubine is enchanting: the favorite princess

Chapter 253 Win with a plan

Meng Zhuang put the silver that had been broken in half into his palm-leaf fan, and weighed it recklessly, then stretched it out in front of Feng Yao for her to look at, with a provocative and provocative smile on his face.

Feng Yao calmly took the silver in his hand and looked at it, then put it back.He said lightly: "Does it mean that as long as I can beat you ten times, you will admit defeat?"

"Yes. Meng Zhuang is also a man of indomitable spirit, so naturally he will not renege on his debts. Princess, please." Meng Zhuang also made a "please" gesture, which seemed respectful.

Feng Yao nodded.There was no worry or tension on his face.

The attendant who handed the silver to Feng Yao just now immediately took out another silver ingot from his purse, held it in front of Feng Yao with both hands, and said with a look of embarrassment on his face: "Princess Chang, the only one who gets 20 taels of ingot is that one." One. These are five taels, ten taels."

Just now he thought that the Eldest Princess mainly used the money for spending, so he gave the heaviest ingot in his pocket, but who knew it was for Meng Zhuang to try.Now I don't know if the silver in my pocket can satisfy the eldest princess.

But Feng Yao waved his hand and said, "I don't need your money for this one. I have it myself." After finishing speaking, he reached out to touch his purse again.Then he took out a bank note.

Feng Yao unfolded the bank note in front of Meng Zhuang's eyes and said, "Look carefully, it's 200 taels."

Meng Zhuang didn't understand what he meant, so he nodded his head in confusion, and even said "hmm".

Immediately, Feng Yao smiled, and quickly tore the bank note in half.Then tear it up again.It was not until the bank note was torn to pieces that it was thrown away vigorously, and the bank note was blown away with the wind like a piece of paper.

"You...you are a scoundrel." Meng Zhuang came back to his senses, pointed at Feng Yao and complained loudly.

It stands to reason that 200 taels is indeed ten times more than 20 taels of silver.But... But what I broke open was a silver ingot, and what this woman tore up was a piece of paper, there is no comparison at all.

Feng Yao smiled, "I knew you were not convinced."

Meng Zhuang became anxious and shouted: "It's not that I don't agree, it's just that there is no such reason. You tricked me with a false trick, and I don't agree with it."

It wasn't just Meng Zhuang who said that, even the rest of the soldiers booed.It was to seek justice for Meng Zhuang, and also to force Feng Yao to admit defeat.

Feng Yao wasn't annoyed at all, nor was he anxious or embarrassed.Being so booed by these people, he just shook his head and sighed.With a relaxed and peaceful tone, he said: "Then I will come first this time. I will do one thing, and you will be ten times better than me. If you can do it like that, then I will lose. How about it?"

"You can't cheat." Meng Zhuang was shrewd this time.

"Don't play tricks, it's a real competition."

"You can't play tricks on me by weaving flowers with multicolored thread or red string."

"I promise not." Feng Yao said solemnly: "This time we will compete with swordsmanship, a real big sword, do you dare?"

This time when Feng Yao made it clear, Meng Zhuang's heart was relieved.He nodded and said, "Dare, knives, guns, swords, and arrows can all be compared. Don't say it's ten times better than you, I can do it even twenty times. Come on."

Meng Zhuang felt that Feng Yao's act of tearing up the banknote just now was showing cowardice, making it clear that she was just using tricks and showing off her cleverness, and she didn't really know martial arts or internal skills.In this way, he became even more unscrupulous, thinking that he could defeat Feng Yao no matter what.

And the little old man Qin Yong also seemed anxious.Not to mention that Meng Zhuang was raised by him since he was a child, and his ability is also one of the best among these elite soldiers.With Fengyao's small body alone, even if she is given a knife, whether she can handle it or not is two things.How could he still compete with Meng Zhuang?

Feng Yao saw everyone's expressions in his eyes, and he had already made a plan in his heart.He stretched out his little hand to Meng Zhuang and said, "It's a deal, and you can't go back on it. We're going to fight with a knife, and you don't need to beat me by twenty times, as long as you beat me by ten times, you've won. Come here, take the knife."

With Feng Yao's words, two soldiers walked out of the soldiers behind Meng Zhuang.They were all as strong as an iron tower, and they drew out their waist knives respectively.One of them was handed over to Meng Zhuang, the other thought for a while holding the knife, and then took out a dagger from the boot, and presented them together in front of Feng Yao.That means let Feng Yao choose.

Feng Yao looked at the dagger, it had a sharkskin sheath, a handle wrapped with beef tendon, the blade was very wide and the blade was long, it was much larger than ordinary daggers, it was almost as big as a small kitchen knife.

He also looked at the waist knife, which was similar in style and size to the one Meng Zhuang was holding.But Meng Zhuang held it in his hand and looked relaxed. He estimated that he would have to use all his strength to lift it up.

Feng Yao simply picked up the big dagger, weighed it in his hand, smiled at Meng Zhuang and said, "This is a bargain for you."

"Hmph, I don't want to be so cheap." After Meng Zhuang finished speaking, he put away the knife in his hand, took out a dagger from his boot, threw off the scabbard and played with it in his hand. come out.

Feng Yao deliberately rolled up his sleeves, revealing a pair of snow-white arms like lotus root, then retreated and put on a posture, saying: "Okay, he's a real man. How about we have a one-on-one fight?"

After finishing speaking, he took advantage of Meng Zhuang to nod his head, but before he had time to answer, Feng Yao had already raised his knife... A bloody light suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air .

Immediately, there was another burst of exclamation from the crowd, and they all looked at Feng Yao.In those eyes, there was surprise, admiration, and horror.

Yun Che was even more taken aback, hurriedly called "Yao'er", and rushed over.

I saw that Feng Yao's knife was not aimed at Meng Zhuang, but cut at his own left arm.How could the already delicate and soft white arm withstand the sharpness of the knife.In addition, Feng Yao was really hard-hearted, although the knife did not hurt the bone, but it was a long bloody mouth, the flesh was rolled up, and the bone could be seen deep.The blood flowing out from the wound instantly stained Feng Yao's sleeve red.

Yun Che hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his body, and was about to help Feng Yao's wound.

But Feng Yao took a step back and dodged it.Throwing away the dagger in his hand, he waved his little hand, and said without changing expression: "Third brother, Yao'er is fine." After speaking, he looked at Meng Zhuang with a smile, but asked in a cold voice: "It's your turn, Need to hurt yourself, hurt me ten times."

When Feng Yao swung the knife to cut his arm, Meng Zhuang's heart trembled, and he had roughly guessed how this woman was going to win.

But he didn't expect Feng Yao's knife to be so firm and fierce.And now Feng Yao's left arm was bleeding, but he looked at him without frowning, and the aura of not being angry and arrogant in front of everyone had already convinced everyone present.

In other words, from the moment Feng Yao swung the saber, she had already suppressed everyone.

(End of this chapter)