Flourishing age's Medical concubine

Seeing that childe Changfeng was about to come out again, Jian Qiuyang secretly pulled him in line with the friendship of his fellow robes and motioned him to see Wei Junmo. Childe Changfeng's eyes swept away, and then he found childe Wei staring at his dangerous eyes. He coughed and said with a smile: "ha ha, speaking of it, is this poetry meeting about to be almost finished?"

Wei Junmo looked at him blandly and said, "I suddenly remembered. You're right. The lantern festival really shouldn't be so stingy."

Lin Changfeng smiled, "the Lantern Festival will be over in another hour. It's too late to remember now."

Wei Junmo said, "it doesn't hurt. I heard we are close friends?"

"No, No." Lin Changfeng smiled. Wei Junmo shook his head and said, "don't be so modest. Since you are a close friend, you should naturally intervene, shouldn't you?"

"..." I've been living and dying for you for years. You still want to stab me? Childe Changfeng is violent.

Wei Junmo said, "I don't need your help. I'll give you 10000 Liang. Go down and send it to the readers below one or two. By the way, everyone says happy Lantern Festival. It's not difficult."

Childe Changfeng has the expression of spitting blood anytime and anywhere. He's not doing good, he's going to make a fool of himself.

Hurriedly squeezed out a smile, "don't you, we won't leave the silver to Yaoyao and an Anhua. What wealth do you want? I'm not a good money boy."

"I thought you wanted to be a good money boy." Wei Junmo said.

“…。”

"Cough." childe Xie was kind. He pointed out the window and diverted his attention. "The result seems to come out."

In one hour, more than 300 good poems were selected at the poetry meeting opposite. After a while, I saw several people coming out of deyuezhai. The first two were Xiao Qianwei and a middle-aged man in his forties, who was the biological father of concubine Wen. Behind Xiao Qianwei were Princess Zheng Zhu Chuyu and another woman in a light purple cloak with beautiful appearance and gentle temperament. It should be Princess Wen, one of the four newly introduced concubines in Prince Zheng's house.

Many people in the crowd recognized Xiao Qianwei and exclaimed one after another.

"It's your highness King Zheng!"

"And Princess Zheng!"

Xiao Qianwei smiled at the crowd and said, "I'm lucky to meet you. I'm very impressed to see your great works." the crowd dared not, and the poor students standing in front were even more excited. His highness King Zheng was lucky to see his poems before he had a test. If

Xiao Qianwei said with a smile, "the shopkeeper has just discussed with me that there are many excellent works tonight. I want to collect your poems and essays into a volume for students all over the world to enjoy. Would you like to?"

What's wrong with this?

Seeing the excited look of the people, Xiao Qianwei nodded with satisfaction. Turning around, he found a piece of paper behind him and said with a smile, "since I happened to meet such a grand event, I can't help expressing it. Among all the excellent works just now, I ranked among the top ten, with a color head of twelve to one hundred Liang respectively. It's a little of my heart."

Hearing the speech, everyone was in an uproar. This color head is much richer than just now. For example, the chief poet is only ten times richer. Many people secretly regret that they didn't think about it carefully when they wrote a poem just now. Maybe they can get better. Xiao Qianwei flashed a smile at the bottom of his eyes and continued: "so, I will announce my ranking again."

The ranking of the top ten was soon announced one by one. The winners are naturally happy, while the losers are slightly disappointed, but they are still happy. After all, they have received ten liang of silver before. What is more important is what king Zheng said about collecting poems into a book. If it does, it will be of great use to improve reputation.

Many people in the crowd chanted the king's Millennium one after another.

When Xiao Qianwei was about to personally send the colorful head to the scholars in Dezhong, he heard a somewhat abrupt voice, "these people in the central plains are so boring that they can't even compare with women."

At this point, the crowd suddenly roared. Xiao Qianwei glanced fiercely, and his eyes shot coldly at the place where the voice came from. I don't know where, several young men and women have stood in the crowd. Although they are wearing summer clothes, they can be seen at a glance that they are not from summer, at least, they are not from the Central Plains.

The young man who just spoke was one of them, but only looking at the positions of these people, I also know that this person is only a small role. These people are led by a man and a woman standing in the middle. If Nangong Mo looked back in the street just now, he would find that the man and woman were the one peeping at them in the teahouse.

These people's rude remarks naturally provoked the surrounding scholars. A Confucian scholar stood up and said, "where are the barbarians? They should also speak rude to his highness King Zheng."

But do not want to, one of the men suddenly took out the whip at his waist and shook it. He took it at the Confucian scholar who spoke and sneered: "where's the sour Confucian? He should be disrespectful to our princess and Prince!"

"Presumptuous!" Xiao Qianwei's face suddenly turned blue, and he looked unkindly at the South Vietnamese man. He said in a harsh voice, "Prince of South Vietnam, what do you mean?" Xiao Qianwei was also there when the South Vietnamese envoy came to the Palace during the day. Naturally, he would not recognize the brother and sister. The prince of Nanyue said with a smile, "Your Highness King Zheng, why should you be angry? It's just a joke. You people in the Central Plains have heard that they are very hospitable. Xiao Wang is a guest, so let him speak so without discipline?" the poor Confucian student was whipped in his face, and immediately blood flowed out along the wind. If this scar is not good, this life will be ruined. Even if it can be good, it will be difficult to catch up with enko.

Xiao Qianwei gritted his teeth and waved to the people around him to help the injured Confucian down to find a doctor.

"Even if you are a guest, you should have the honor of being a guest." Xiao Qianwei said in a deep voice, staring at the South Vietnamese prince. The prince of South Vietnam was not afraid, but laughed more and more wantonly, "are we wrong? The handsome man should immediately use the horizontal knife and whip the battlefield. You men in the Central Plains can only read a few sour poems. When the wind blows, they fall down. What kind of man is he?"

This is already a personal attack. All the men present look a little ugly.

"There are a lot of people and a wide range of places in our summer, and the people naturally have a wide range of hobbies. If everyone wants to take a horizontal knife and whip the battlefield immediately, I'm afraid... Your country can't bear it." Zhu Chuyu, standing next to Xiao Qianwei, suddenly said. Hearing the speech, the prince of South Vietnam was stunned and looked at Zhu Chuyu. The Daxia people nearby thought Princess Zheng was very happy and cheered one after another.

The prince of South Vietnam raised his eyebrows, looked at Zhu Chuyu and said, "it seems that this is Princess Zheng. As expected, she is a beauty. King Zheng is a good blessing."

Zhu Chuyu looked cold. "The prince of South Vietnam praised me."

The prince of Nanyue suddenly smiled and said, "Xiao Wang heard that Princess Xia Chu is both literate and martial. Since Princess Zheng's voice is so heroic, she must be extraordinary. Just now everyone is idle and ignores it. She Mei also happens to know some boxing skills. Why don't we have a competition? Let's let the people of Jinling have a fun. It's like we make an apology to you." Nanyue is a warrior, Both princes and princesses, as well as your daughter's daughter, have taken vigorous skills and outstanding riding and shooting as their appearance. He was also generous to show his hand in front of others, so the prince of South Vietnam asked his sister to compete in front of everyone as an apology and didn't feel that he had lost his identity.

However, the Nanyue people are not embarrassed, and the summer side is embarrassed. It's a big trouble to say that Zhu Chuyu doesn't know martial arts at all, not to mention the customs and habits of Da Xia.

Immediately someone said, "Princess Zheng is a famous lady. How can she dance knives and guns like you foreigners!"

The South Vietnamese princess, who had not spoken for a long time, winked slightly, smiled and said, "Oh? So... Princess Chu is also a foreign barbarian?"

"This... How is this the same!" the speaker choked back and stammered back. Although scholars generally do not like women who dance swords and guns, Nangong Mo's identity and achievements do not allow them to slander at will.

The South Vietnamese Princess snorted, glanced at Zhu Chuyu with a smile, raised her chin to Xiao Qianwei and said, "since Princess Zheng can't do martial arts, why don't you let her Highness Prince Zheng replace her? Or... Her Highness Prince Zheng doesn't dare?"

Xiao Qianwei is also a man who has been on the battlefield. How can she be afraid of a woman and how can she bear the insult of a foreign woman. Just about to step forward, a man with the appearance of a bodyguard stepped forward. Lang said in a loud voice: "tell the Lord, why bother the Lord to come forward for such a small matter. My subordinates are willing to fight on behalf of the Lord."

Xiao Qianwei hesitated, nodded and said, "well, the princess of South Vietnam is a guest. Don't hurt the guest."

"Yes, Lord."

The bodyguard went down the steps, leaving an empty space around him. The princess of Nanyue glanced at the bodyguard lightly, smiled and said, "in that case, I'll learn the martial arts of his highness King Zheng later." the implication was that she was obviously confident in defeating the bodyguard.

In the teahouse behind, Wei Junmo and others also pay attention to the excitement outside. Xie peihuan's eyes fell on the South Vietnamese princess. Xie peihuan whispered, "can the South Vietnamese Princess win?"

At the next table, Lin Changfeng replied, "it's said that Nanyue people are extremely martial. This Nanyue princess is the favorite princess of the king of Nanyue and has a good reputation in the country of Nanyue. The king of Nanyue and the people of Nanyue don't like the role of HuaQuan and embroidered legs. The Princess dares to challenge Xiao Qianwei in public. She should be an expert of the royal family of Nanyue."

Although Xiao Qianwei's martial arts are not very good, he is the prince of Xia. How can there be no experts around him? It's so easy to challenge him. The princess of South Vietnam is still an old God at this time. How can she not have a few brushes.

"Here we go!" Qin Xi said brightly.

In the street below, sure enough, the two had already exchanged hands. The bodyguard was an expert who could count around Xiao Qianwei. Originally, he wanted to save some strength to avoid hurting the South Vietnamese princess. But he immediately gave up the idea. The South Vietnamese Princess not only has strong martial arts, but also does not start lightly. Her moves are fierce and direct at the key. At the beginning, taking the enemy lightly made him almost in a hurry and hurt him in the other party's hands. Fortunately, his martial arts were also good, and he had been trained on the battlefield. He soon calmed down and dared not neglect it any more.

The weapon of the princess of South Vietnam is an exquisite machete decorated with gemstones. It looks like a delicate toy, but just look at the cold shining tip of the knife and you will know that it is definitely a dangerous toy that can kill people.

The bodyguard used a portable sabre, and the move was also a heroic move used by the soldiers on the battlefield. Every move made me look majestic, but in fact I didn't touch the South Vietnamese princess at all. It's the South Vietnamese princess. Her body method is strange and her moves are fierce. Although not as strong as the opponent, each attack can always attack the opponent's weakness and even cause damage to the opponent.

The people watching the battle upstairs were surprised. Lin Changfeng looked at Wei Junmo and frowned slightly.

Childe Xie Qi and Qin Zixu, who didn't know martial arts, also saw some ways. Qin Zixu frowned and said, "is this woman really the princess of South Vietnam?"

Childe Xie Qi shook his head. "Should it be? What's good for them if South Vietnam sends a fake princess?" moreover, if it's really a fake princess, it should be low-key.

Lin Changfeng asked Nangong Mo, "Miss Mo, what do you think?"

Nangong Mo said, "the princess is an expert. Moreover, she is also an expert in the way of assassins."

"Does Nanyue want..." he Wenli suddenly became nervous, and Nangong Mo smiled: "That's not true. I asked Uncle Qi about South Vietnam a few days ago. It's said that the fighting among the royal families in South Vietnam is very fierce. Every royal family member practices martial arts since childhood. Their status as Prince and Princess of the royal family is almost determined by their ability. If they are excellent in martial arts, even those born to palace maids can have high power. If they can't practice martial arts, even the queen can When they go out, they will also be bullied. Women's physical strength is inherently weaker than men, so the noble women of the royal family will naturally develop their strengths and avoid their weaknesses and choose a more favorable way for them. "

Nangong Mo sipped his tea and continued: "the princess of Nanyue is Princess Lingxiang. It is said that Lingxiang is the flower of the hero of Nanyue. Princess Lingxiang is the eleventh daughter of the king of Nanyue. She is the most valued Princess of the king of Nanyue. It was said that... She was going to marry the general of Nanyue as his wife. I don't know why she... Appeared here?"

Nangong Mo didn't know, and others naturally didn't know. Childe Xie Qi sighed, "South Vietnam is still too far from Jinling." therefore, the news always lags behind. For a moment, they are afraid they can't guess the princess's intention.

"Doesn't it mean that Nanyue wants to make peace with us?" Lin Changfeng touched his chin. "Does the princess feel uncomfortable when she is the wife of the national protection general in Nanyue and want to marry to Daxia to enjoy rich clothes and food?"

The people looked at each other and shook their heads.

So arrogant, does the princess really want to marry to Daxia? Who dares to marry.