Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 295 Half Moon Military Test
For several days in a row, Fang Yiai practiced martial arts in the back garden during the day, and at night went to Xie Zhongju to ask for advice on scriptures and classics.

At the beginning of May, the martial arts competition was quietly approaching, and most of the candidates rushed to the school to take the exam before dawn.

Waking up in the morning, Fang Yiai tidied her long hair and looked at the black fluff at the corner of her mouth. This concubine, who was used to seeing her "baby face" in her previous life, couldn't help but picked up the razor and shaved off her beard in two or three strokes.

Folding the brocade quilt, seeing Brother Juner shaving again, Gao Yang Dai frowned slightly, and murmured: "Brother Juner, your parents suffer from your body, hair and skin, why do you always shave it when you have nothing to do?"

"Ah?" Thinking of the ancient people's habit of growing their hair and beard, Fang Yiai was taken aback for a moment, and then said vaguely: "The crime of deceiving the emperor has not been removed yet, so I have to motivate myself until I get through this difficulty safely. It's never too late to grow a beard."

Putting down the razor, Fang Yiai put on a soap robe, stood in front of the bronze mirror and posed a few times, looking very stinky.

"Whose son is this, why is he so handsome?" After boasting about himself, Fang Yiai tidied up his clothes. After a few days of martial arts practice, the firmness between his brows became more and more resolute. There is no such thing as Tang Taizong before. Terrified cowardice.

Taking out the burden that he had prepared long ago, Gao Yang walked behind Fang Yi'ai, and said with a gentle smile in his eyes: "You are Shu'er's brother Jun'er, the son-in-law of the palace alone!"

Putting the burden on her shoulders, Fang Yiai lightly pecked Gao Yang's forehead, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, I will always be Shu'er's brother Jun'er alone."

"Shu'er, this martial arts competition is supposed to be closed. During the half month I'm not at home, you must take good care of yourself. Don't be angry with Jingniang. Also, let her go to Lizhi's place." Bar."

Reluctantly parting from the beautiful woman, Fang Yiai took advantage of the early morning to follow the narrow path that he had explored before, and rushed all the way towards the school grounds.

Sending away Fang Yiai, Gao Yang sat in front of the tea table, toasted and sipped tea, and murmured, "I hope Brother Jun'er will be successful this time. I heard that the Tianqi Temple outside the city is very effective. I will do it later." Go with Sister Jingniang and offer incense to Brother Jun'er to pray for blessings."

When they came to the school grounds, as expected, Yuchi Baolin and Hou Balin were standing at the gate of the school grounds, waiting for their eldest brother, each with their own bags.

Seeing Fang Yiai's arrival, Yuchi Baolin laughed loudly, and quickly walked up to him without waiting for Ba Lin's reaction, "Brother, are you tired from practicing martial arts these days? We intend to go and drink with elder brother, but we are afraid of delaying his martial arts training. After the martial arts field is over, the four of us must go to the restaurant to have a good drink."

Ever since he learned of Fang Yiai's alias secret from Hou Balin, Yuchi Baolin was still a little skeptical. Ai laughed again and again, and Ba Lin felt sulky when he saw it, wishing he could kick this little old black who belonged to a fly to death.

"Four brothers?" Fang Yiai was taken aback by the words, looked up at Hou Balin, saw the third younger brother's expression of "no way", and felt relieved.

With a mutter, Fang Yiai accepted Yuchi Baolin's kind invitation with a smile, and then the three brothers walked into the school grounds side by side.

At three poles in the sun, the imperial army in the admiral's mansion surrounded the school grounds tightly, and the soldiers, each with bright armor and swords across their waists, were ordered to seal the school grounds.

Now that the Turkic soldiers are pressing down on the border, Li Shimin intends to select a few generals to go to the front line together, so the martial arts competition, which was supposed to be completed in three rounds, was suddenly compressed into a half-month martial arts competition due to the emergency of the war.

After listening to the boring preaching by the captain of the warlord, Fang Yiai was taken to his residence for the next fifteen days. Compared with the narrow test shed in the Gongyuan, the low adobe house on the school grounds was much more spacious, and the room was the most comfortable. Yi Ai was surprised that the residences of the testers were all single rooms, not the Datong shop he had imagined.

After tidying up the quilt, Fang Yiai sat on the wooden bed, looked at the narrow window, and thought, "Long live this time, I intend to let the top three in martial arts go to the battlefield, but I think it is to hone my future generals. If I can go to the battlefield Wouldn't it be faster to kill the enemy and make meritorious deeds on the battlefield than to make meritorious deeds as a civil servant who is always restrained?"

Thinking of killing enemies on the battlefield can quickly accumulate meritorious service, Fang Yiai couldn't help but think of someone, "Thanks to brother Xie who told me to read the art of war before, otherwise even if I go to the battlefield, I can only be a vanguard and a grassroots soldier."

A few days ago, when discussing scriptures and classics with Xie Zhongju, Fang Yiai vaguely felt that this "little eunuch with facial paralysis" was a bit unusual. Not only was his mind more delicate than others, but he even looked at problems from a different angle. Pedestrians did things differently from Xiangcheng. Somewhat similar, but it was this intricate and indescribable feeling that made Fang Yiai a little elusive about her sworn brother.

"It would have been great if brother Xie wasn't an eunuch. I think he would save me a lot of effort with his intelligence. Unfortunately, he is the queen's confidant. Even if he is good, there are some things that we should be careful about."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai sat cross-legged on the wooden bed and secretly practiced the Hunyuan Heart Sutra.

In the military tent in the school grounds, You Zizhang was devouring a roast chicken, and beside him stood a middle-aged man in a tiger-embroidered robe.

The man's tiger robe had one sleeve slanted across, and one sleeve was tucked around his waist. Matching his Chinese character face with sword-brows and copper bell eyes, he looked a bit like a general.

"Son, did Fang Jun hit you with your injuries?" Because Yanmen Pass was in a hurry, the original examiners Qin Qiong and Yu Chigong had already been announced to the palace to discuss the war, so You Junda, who was far away from Yulin Pass, did this. He was transferred here to assist Chai Shao to preside over the selection of the martial arts field.

Pulling up his sleeves and rubbing the oil stains from the corner of his mouth, You Zizhang tore off a chicken leg, his face covered with bruises and scars showed a fierce look, "Yes, there is Hou Balin, Fang Jun just kicked me foot, but Hou Balin beat the child violently."

"Her grandma's, Hou Balin? Hou Junji's son? Just because his father is the Minister of the Ministry of War, he dares to ride on our old You's head and shit? I think I and your Uncle Cheng were robbed in Changyeling At that 16 Dragon Clothes Gang, Hou Junji was still a leading soldier!"

"Forget about Fang Jun. He is the godson of Second Brother Qin and the youngest son of Prime Minister Fang. I don't want to mess with him, but I can help you beat Hou Ba Lin."

Throwing down the chicken leg that was gnawed to the bone, You Zizhang stood up and said in surprise, "Father, do you want to avenge the child?"

"That's right, Hou Balin is living in the schoolyard right now, and at night I will sneak into his residence with a mask on and beat him up to relieve your anger."

"But Dad Hou Ba Lin is very good at fighting."

"Bullshit, you old man and I, the mighty Yulinguan commander, can't beat a baby? You can go back to your room and wait!" After drinking You Zizhang, You Junda waited until late at night in the central army tent before changing. Putting on a black dress, he covered his face with a black cloth and walked towards Hou Balin's residence silently.

After dinner, Fang Yiai couldn't fall asleep for a long time, so he simply opened the door and wandered around the school grounds.

Standing under the flag of Zaohuang, thinking of the scene of lifting weights with You Zizhang before, Fang Yiai smiled slightly and thought, "Is the [-]-jin iron button heavy? Why don't I try it while there is no one around?" "

Thinking about it, Fang Yiai was so lucky that she pulled the iron button like the ear rail with both hands, and was about to exert strength, but saw a black shadow flashing past not far in front with a "whoosh".

Because Fang Yiai was wearing a black and white robe, You Junda, who was determined to beat up Ba Lin to vent his anger on his son, did not notice this son-in-law, but was spotted by Fang Yiai.

Seeing the black shadow, Fang Yiai frowned and murmured, "Why is there a man in black in the middle of the night? Could it be a spy sent by the Turkic Kingdom?"

Because she suffered three times in a row at the hands of Turkic warriors, Fang Yiai became a little cautious. Looking at the black shadow walking straight towards Juzi's residence, Fang Yiai followed without thinking.

While walking, fearing that being recognized by "Turkic spies" would only increase the trouble, Fang Yi'ai simply took a picture of a gourd and pulled the hem of the skirt in half, as if You Junda covered his mouth and nose.

Hearing the sound of the fabric being torn, the guilty You Junda stopped immediately, leaned against the corner of the wall and looked around, and then saw Fang Yiai walking straight towards him.

Seeing that the "spies" found her, Fang Yiai was not in a hurry to hide, she secretly exercised her true energy, and prepared to capture this bold thief alive.

But just as Fang Yiai walked up to You Junda and was about to make a move, she was disturbed by a chuckle.

"My good son, are you here to help my father? You can just watch from the side later."

"You brat is well dressed, your mother made this soap robe yourself, why did you tear it apart? I'll see how I beat you later!"

Because he is similar in size to You Zizhang, and the robe that Fang Yiai wears happens to be made of Shu brocade, so seeing him standing in front of me without dodging at this moment, I can only get a rough look at it when it gets dark You Junda mistook Fang Yiai for his son.
(End of this chapter)