First Lady of the Crown Prince

Chapter 759 Win, win, win! (two updates)

Gu Jiao's scene was the one that left everyone confused after Taoist Master Qingfeng.

 What is the situation?

Why did Han Shaoyu fly out?

 “Did you see clearly?” Cavalry A asked Qi Soldier B.

“I didn’t, did you see clearly?” Cavalry B asked Cavalry C.

 Cavalry C: “Me neither!”

On a high platform behind the crowd, Han Lei and Han Wuye silently looked at "Xiao Liulang" who was riding towards the edge of the battlefield.

Han Wuye said: "Brother, no wonder Ye'er fell into the hands of this kid several times. He does have some tricks."

Han Lei looked solemn: "What happened to Han Shaoyu just now? I obviously didn't feel the fluctuation of internal energy from that kid, so why was Han Shaoyu knocked away by him? Which Kung Fu did that move of his come from?"

Han Wuye’s silver hair shines under the scorching sun, and his expression is as cold as his hair color.

His eyes fell on the young man pacing his horse. There were many children from aristocratic families on the battlefield. He looked ordinary, but he could be seen in the crowd at a glance.

“It’s not martial arts, it’s trivial skills,” he said.

Han Lei frowned, not knowing why: "A small trick?"

Han Wuye said: "Brother, do you still remember the catapult?"

Han Lei put his hands behind his back and nodded: "Remember, one of the chariots used for sieges is very destructive. It can be used to attack city gates and walls, and it can also be used to attack the soldiers defending the city. Did he just do it? —”

Han Wuye said yes: "Yes, he just pried Han Shaoyu out like a stone. He understands the truth, but few people can create such a hands-on environment and opportunity in close combat. He starts calculating attacks from the moment he comes on the field. The distance, the height of the jump, the angle of the waist, and even... the speed at which Han Shaoyu takes out his gun, all have a clear picture in his mind."

Han Lei said: "I still don't quite understand."

Han Wuye said: "Brother doesn't need to understand, eldest brother just needs to know that this kid is a genius."

Han Lei turned to look at Mr. Han Wu and smiled speciously: "You can still praise others?"

Han Wuye continued what he just said: "But genius also requires a bit of luck. If it weren't for the armor he was wearing, he would have died by Han Shaoyu's gun long ago."

Han Lei's eyes fell back on the young man again. The young man was dressed in red, black armor, bright clothes and an angry horse. His demeanor was as high as the sky, which really put him down to all the children of the aristocratic family.

Han Lei frowned: "I also noticed it. What kind of armor is that? How can it be so hard?"

Han Wuye asked: "Brother, do you still remember Xuanyuan Li's armor? I'm talking about his most powerful one."

Han Lei was touched by a certain memory and frowned slightly. Fang said, "I remember, back then, he relied on that armor to go deep into the Jin enemy camp alone and rescued the captured monarch. But he was defeated and died. Later, we didn't find the armor. He was wearing ordinary armor. You don't think that the armor Xiao Liulang wears is the one Xuanyuan Li once had, right? It doesn't look like it."

Han Wuye said: "Maybe it's made of the same material, or maybe it's melted down Xuanyuan Li's armor and made new."

Han Lei said with emotion: "Fifteen years ago, if Xuanyuan Li had not changed his armor, he might not have died so quickly."

Han Wuye said calmly: "His life and death alone cannot change the overall situation. The Xuanyuan family's defeat is destined."

Han Lei did not refute this point: "That's right. Ziweixing appeared and the emperor left Xuanyuan. How could the monarch still keep the Xuanyuan family? It's a pity that the armor did not fall into the hands of our Han family. I'm going too far, but still Let’s talk about this selection. Xiao Liulang is a tough opponent. If you didn’t face him in the first round, you may not be able to face him in the next round.”

Gu Jiao has already ridden to the viewing area. The Black Wind King's aura prevents strangers from entering, and has isolated a comfortable open space for him.

Han Wuye looked at Gu Jiao and said, "He is no match for me."

Han Lei turned around, smiled and patted Han Wuye on the shoulder: "Don't underestimate the enemy, fifth brother."

Han Wuye looked at Gu Jiao and said seriously: "Brother, don't worry, I will not underestimate the enemy. If I meet Xiao Liulang, even if I know that he is not my opponent, I will still go all out."

Gu Jiao’s next scene is Mu Qingchen.

His opponent is Wang Xu's younger brother Wang Yi. According to his seniority, he has to call him uncle.

 Wang Yi smiled and said: "Don't dare to take action against me just because I am an elder!"

Mu Qingchen held the long sword and cupped his hands: "I will do my best, please give me your guidance, Fourth Uncle Wang."

Wang Yi smiled, pulled out the scimitar from his waist, and said majestically: "Then let me test whether your martial arts has improved in the past few years!"

With the sound of the gong, the two men galloped towards each other to attack each other.

Mu Qingchen’s weapon is a long sword, while Wang Yi’s is a scimitar. They say that swords can defeat knives and knives can defeat spears. In fact, this is not the case.

Each weapon in combat has its own advantages and disadvantages, it all depends on how to use it.

Wang Yi uses domineering swordsmanship, and its powerful force can instantly suppress the opponent, while Mu Qingchen's swordsmanship emphasizes speed and lightness.

Mu Qingchen slashed with his sword, but was easily blocked by Wang Yi's scimitar.

But if Wang Yi slashed him with his sword, Mu Qingchen might not be able to catch it if he tried to catch it.

In order to avoid taking Wang Yi's moves, Mu Qingchen launched an attack on Wang Yi as soon as he came on the stage. All the powerful moves of chopping, slashing, and slashing were of no use to him. They were all stabbing, smearing, and picking at tricky angles that made it difficult for him to guard against. Quick move.

Wang Yi felt dizzy and couldn't use all his strength.

Finally, Mu Qingchen stepped on the pedals and jumped up, flipping in the air and cutting the leather of Wang Yi's saddle.

Mu Qingchen slashed at the back of the horse with another sword energy. The horse was frightened, raised its front hooves and ran forward suddenly.

Wang Yi's body tilted and he was caught off guard and slid off the horse's back together with the saddle.

The second he landed awkwardly, Mu Qingchen fell back on his horse, stretched out her hand and grabbed his arm: "Fourth Uncle Wang!"

Wang Yi steadied himself, glanced at Mu Qingchen angrily and amusedly, patted his horse, and said breathlessly: "I lost! I am convinced that I lost!"

Mu Qingchen turned over and dismounted, sheathed her sword and bowed her hands as a junior: "It was Fourth Uncle Wang who accepted the offer."

Wang Yi waved his hand: "Okay, okay, I didn't want to come originally, but since you beat me, don't lose to anyone again! Prove to me that it's not unfair for me to lose to you!"

Mu Qingchen stared with a complicated expression: "Yes!"

There were three more groups in sequence, but because one of Tiangan Gengqi’s cavalry was in trouble, they were unable to arrive in time.

 Generally speaking, this situation can be dealt with directly by abstaining, but Han Wuye was generous and said he was willing to wait for his opponent.

 This wait is now.

"I'm coming!"

 “Who is coming?”

 “Han Wuye’s opponent!”

 “Ah, it’s him!”

Gu Jiao rode on the back of the Black Wind King, listening to their high-pitched talk with her ears raised: "Who is it? There is such a big reaction?"

“It’s Nangong Jing! The legitimate daughter of the Nangong family!”

Hearing this, Gu Jiao said nothing and looked at the other party with interest. Sure enough, he saw a woman in armor riding a horse towards the battlefield.

Nangong Jing, the legitimate daughter of the third wife of the Nangong family, is seventeen years old and has acquired good martial arts skills.

 Hey, I don’t remember that she was among the cavalry selected yesterday.

Nangong Jing rode his horse to the high platform where Han Wuye and Han Lei were standing. He looked up at the two men and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "My father is temporarily unable to come because of something. Can I go out to fight on his behalf?"

 According to the rules, it is not possible.

 What if everyone asks for foreign aid?

Han Wuye looked at her condescendingly and said lightly: "Okay."

Nangong Jing said: "Please!"

　　Han Wuye walked down the platform slowly and slowly.

Gu Jiao touched her chin. She had always had a doubt in her heart. Why did Han Laowu's hair turn white at such a young age?

 When Han Wuye came on stage, he was not riding his own black devil horse, but an ordinary black wind horse.

Nangong Jingliu frowned and asked, "Fifth Master Han, why don't you use your own horse? Do you look down on me?"

Mr. Han Wu said calmly: "Miss Nangong is worrying too much. I thought that no one from the Nangong family would come today after waiting for so long, so I asked someone to bring my horse back to the mansion. If I go to get it again, I’m afraid I’ll make Miss Nangong wait.”

The content of the words is polite, but the expression and tone are not the same thing.

Nangong Jing became angry and said in a cold voice: "Why don't you beat the gong?"

 The examiner coughed slightly and rang the gong.

Nangong Jing’s weapons are two swords, while Han Wuye’s bare hands are used.

When Nangong Jing came towards Han Wuye on horseback, Han Wuye stood there and didn't move at all.

Nangong Jing's martial arts skills were not at the same level as those of Han Wuye. She could not hurt Han Wuye. Before her knife even touched a hair of Han Wuye's, he was knocked off his horse by Han Wuye's internal force.

Her horse seemed to be greatly frightened, and raised its front hooves, threatening to trample her.

Han Wuye casually grabbed Nangong Jing and picked him up from the ground where he was about to touch him.

Nangong Jing’s face turned pale, she hugged his arm tightly and threw herself into his arms.

 Everyone’s expressions changed.

 Isn’t it?

 In public, the daughter of the Nangong family and the fifth master Han...uh...this...

Where no one could see him, Nangong Jing's eyes turned cold, and he fell down while holding Han Wuye in his arms.

 She was planning to die together and drag Mr. Han out with her!

In order to eliminate Mr. Han Wu, she even took advantage of her daughter's family's reputation.

Gu Jiao raised her eyebrows: "Ah, yes, there is a boy from the Nangong family who has been promoted."

 Everyone despises this behavior.

 “This poisonous woman! She uses dirty tricks!”

 “It’s over, it’s over! They fell down!”

"oops-"

 The two of them fell off their horses together.

Nangong Jing clung to Fifth Master Han with a sneer on his lips: "Let's go to **** together, Master Han."

Mr. Han Wu looked calm and opened his thin lips lightly: "It's too early for you to be happy."

Nangong Jing’s expression paused.

Han Wuye opened one of her hands and hit her with one palm!

 Under the reaction of the force, Han Wuye successfully returned to the saddle.

Nangong Jing fell heavily to the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood on the spot.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and glared at Mr. Han fiercely: "Did you know that I was going to plot against you?"

 Han Wuye said indifferently: "Yes."

Nangong Jing frowned: "Then you still-"

Han Wuye sneered: "If you want to plot against me, you have to pay a price, right?"

After today, Nangong Jing's reputation is completely ruined.

If she could eliminate the biggest competitor for the children of the Nangong family, her sacrifice would be worth it.

 But now, she died in vain!

 Gu Jiao has a new understanding of Mr. Han Wu. He is really a ruthless man who shows no mercy to a beauty like Nangong Jing.

The next three games were not too surprising.

Then there was another round of two-for-one competition, but Gu Jiao and Han Wuye were still perfectly separated.

Today's intensity is extremely high. In addition to two armed duels, there is also a sand table drill in the afternoon. You must complete all the competitions before you can leave the military camp.

After the fighting, noon has arrived. At this time, everyone's first thought is to eat by themselves, and the horses are fed by the entourage.

When Gu Jiao led the Black Wind King over, there was no one in the stable.

Gu Changqing also led his Black Wind Cavalry over, pretending to feed the horse, and said calmly to Gu Jiao: "This afternoon is a sand table deduction. We will draw lots after entering the venue."

Gu Jiao first checked the feed in the stable and made sure there was no problem before feeding it to the Black Wind King: "There are eleven people, what about the one who is alone?"

Gu Changqing said: "There is a quota for direct promotion, it depends on who can get it."

 “Can you decide by default?” Gu Jiao asked.

If he can decide internally, he must be a descendant of the Han family.

Gu Changqing shook his head: "No, it's a draw on the spot, a sand table deduction on the spot, everyone is present, there is no chance to do anything."

 Gu Jiao: “Oh.”

Gu Changqing said: "After the sand table deduction is over, there is only the last selection - a three-hundred-mile ride. This afternoon is very important."

This is the only selection that does not use mounts. It does not even require the use of force. It is about military strategy.

 Just because a person is highly skilled in martial arts does not mean that he is good at leading troops in war.

Gu Jiao has fought in battles, but the commander-in-chief is Tang Yueshan, so her advantage in this regard is not obvious.

As far as Gu Changqing knows, none of the contestants who advance are not good at the art of war. Even Taoist Master Qingfeng was familiar with the art of war before he became a monk.

“How about I try it with you?” Gu Changqing said.

 “That’s fine.” Gu Jiao agreed.

Gu Changqing broke off two branches, one for each of Gu Jiao, and he drew a sketch on the ground.

"This is an impregnable city. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It has 20,000 troops. However, the food and grass in the city can only last for three days. There are 80,000 enemy troops. The enemy's strategist proposed a plan and asked the enemy commander to lead a night attack on the city. Granary, burn their grain and grass, this battle will collapse on its own. You are the attacker, or the defender."

Isn’t this the Battle of Guandu?

Yuan Shao led 80,000 troops to attack Cao Cao, who had only 20,000 troops. Xu You offered a plan to burn Cao Cao's thieves' supplies.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Shao not only refused to listen, but also imprisoned Xu You.

Afterwards, Xu You defected to Cao Cao and helped Cao Cao defeat Yuan Shao's 80,000 army with 20,000 troops.

 “I will be the defender!” Gu Jiao said.

She is familiar with this part!

Gu Changqing nodded: "Okay, my counselor gave me a plan to burn your grain and grass. I accepted his advice and personally led five hundred elite soldiers to burn your grain warehouse."

 Gu Jiao: “?!”

Gu Jiao said without changing her expression: "This doesn't count. If I try again, I will be on the offensive side. I accept the idea of ​​burning food and grass!"

Gu Changqing said: "I have already dug a trap to prevent your five hundred elite soldiers from coming and going. I disguised myself as your soldiers and went to your military camp at night to burn your food road."

 Gu Jiao: “…”

 …

 In a tent somewhere.

Han Lei and Han Wuye were sitting on the ground.

There were sumptuous dishes on the table in front of the two of them. Mr. Han Wu did not eat meat, so the table looked sumptuous, but in fact it was all vegetarian dishes.

Han Lei said: "The art of war is your strong point. There should be no problem with the sand table deduction in the afternoon, right?"

Han Wuye slowly picked up two grains of white rice and said, "Which level has the problem?"

Han Lei laughed hahaha: "That's right! My fifth brother is extremely intelligent, literary, Taoist and martial arts, and he is good at everything. How can there be any difficulty in defeating my fifth brother? Your Majesty wants to use this method to make our Han family generals If Hei Fengqi is handed over, he would be looking down on the Han family!"

Han Wuye ate quietly without saying anything.

Han Lei sighed: "Fifth brother, if you hadn't been poisoned, the position of head of the family should have been yours."

Han Wuye picked up a piece of green vegetables and said, "The eldest brother is the eldest son."

Han Lei looked at him and said, "My father wanted you to be the head of the family back then."

Han Wuye said calmly: "I am not interested in the position of the head of the family."

Han Lei smiled: "That's right, you have something you like."

 As he spoke, he thought of something and frowned slightly, "That scheming Xiao Liulang must not be allowed to enter the final scene."

Han Wuye looked at Han Lei with cold eyes: "Brother, are you worried that my dark horse can't outrun the old Black Wind King?"

Han Lei smiled coquettishly: "Brother, that's not what I meant. Eat! Eat!"

Han Wuye took half a mouthful of green vegetables and said: "If I face Xiao Liulang in the afternoon, I will let him out."

 An hour has passed.

 Stable.

Gu Jiao listened to Gu Changqing's words while eating dried meat and snacks.

Gu Changqing rushed to the shelves and taught Gu Jiao a lot about the art of war.

He spoke so hard that his throat started to smoke: "...Have you remembered all those things just now?"

 Gu Jiao's cheeks were bulging and her mouth was busy: "...Hmm."

Gu Changqing raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "If you really remember, as long as you don't confront Taoist Master Qingfeng and Master Han, you should be able to handle it."

Gu Jiao burped: "Hmm."

Gu Changqing said: "Okay, the time has come, let's go."

Gu Jiao stood up.

 Gu Changqing took every moment to test her learning results: "What should we do if there is another foggy day?"

Gu Jiao: "Empty city strategy?"

Gu Changqing’s mouth twitched: “…”

 The sand table game was held in a large tent, and the drawing of lots was also held here.

 From one to five there are all two numbers, only number six is ​​a single number.

“No. 6, No. 6, No. 6, No. 6…” The young master of the Nangong family recited No. 6 silently a hundred times, then took it out and said, “No. 2!”

 He sighed in disappointment: "Who is the other number two?"

“Oh, it’s me.” Taoist Master Qingfeng said politely.

The young master of the Nangong family rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot—

 Gu Changqing and the legitimate son of the Dong family drew number three.

 Mu Qingchen and her cousin from the Mu family drew number four at the same time.

Mu Qingchen simply went out with Mercury in reverse. He was either fighting against the Wang family or the Mu family, all of them were his own.

 Han Wuye drew number one.

 After another group of draws, Gu Jiao and the legitimate son of the Feng family were left alone.

 The remaining two numbers in the box are No. 1 and No. 6 respectively.

 Everyone’s eyes fell on the two of them.

 One of the two people will be extremely unlucky, and the other will be extremely lucky.

Several cavalrymen on the side didn't know whether they should be grateful that they had drawn someone in advance so that others would not have to face Han Wuye, or they should be angry that they didn't have the patience to wait until the end, and they might be able to advance directly by drawing one.

The legitimate son of the Feng family suddenly became a little nervous: "You, you first or me first?"

 “Whatever, I can do it.” Gu Jiao said.

The legitimate son of the Feng family gritted his teeth: "Then...it's me first."

 “Yes.” Gu Jiao raised her hand, motioning for him to go first.

The heiress of the Feng family stretched out his hand towards the box, but when he was near the entrance of the cave, he suddenly retracted his hand: "Wait! Wait a minute!"

 “Huh?” Gu Jiao looked at him strangely.

The Feng family disciple took a deep breath: "You go first!"

 “Oh.” Gu Jiao reached out.

The Feng family disciple's eyes widened: "Wait a minute! It's me first!"

Gu Jiao got a little annoyed and hit his head with a fist, flattening him on the table: "Should I smoke or not?"

The Feng family disciple, who was beaten to the point of being unable to fight back, stretched out his hand aggrievedly, entered through the hole in the box, and took out a small wooden sign with numbers engraved on it.

There was only one wooden sign left in the box. Gu Jiao no longer had to take it and asked the direct son of the Feng family: "What's your number?"

Everyone's eyes fell on the small wooden sign that the Feng family's legitimate son was holding tightly.

The legitimate son of the Feng family closed his eyes: "I, I, I, I don't dare to look."

 “Give it to me.” Gu Jiao said.

The legitimate son of the Feng family: "You are not allowed to change..."

Gu Jiao: "Then you can see for yourself."

The legitimate son of the Feng family: "Well, you'd better look at it for me."

 “Let me look at it for you.”

Master Han Wu walked over casually, stretched out his slender fingertips and pinched the wooden plaque of the Feng family's legitimate son.

The legitimate son of the Feng family opened his eyes nervously and looked at him.

Han Wuye gave him a look that let him go, and he was so frightened that he let go.

Han Wuye held the wooden sign in his hand and looked at Gu Jiao with a half-smile: "Xiao Liulang, what do you think of your luck?"

Gu Changqing's eyes flashed, Fengling must be No. 1...

“My name is poisonous, and I have always had bad luck. I can choke when drinking water, I can’t escape the rain, and I can fall down when walking on the road... There is only bad luck that you can’t think of, and there is no bad luck that I can’t handle.”

After Gu Jiao said honestly, she took out the small wooden sign from the box, looked at it, and sighed softly: "As expected."

 “Ha!” Mr. Han Wu could not hold back and laughed arrogantly and playfully.

Gu Jiao also smiled: "God can't even stand it... let me luck out."

Han Wuye’s smile froze.

Gu Jiao moved her fingertips and showed the wooden sign.

 No. 6!

 “Xiao Liulang, advance!”

In order to prevent you from getting stuck, I stayed up late to finish writing this plot.

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 (End of this chapter)