A singer who was admitted to the Liyuan six months ago was said to be a top figure in the Jiaofang Division. The Holy Spirit was grateful for her talent, so he made an exception and brought her into the Liyuan of the Daming Palace.

Nowadays, the sound of the pipa is mournful, the sound of the iron flute is exciting, soft and fluttering, accompanied by sonorous and unrestrained, and it is more and more harmonious to follow step by step, especially the singer who is holding the pipa and sitting in it. Sure enough, the rotating shaft plucks the strings three or two times.

, before the melody is completed, there is love first.

Chang Le drank the wine in his hand and was as drunk as a soft snake. He looked at the cute little man in his arms and asked: "Ah Ying, this beautiful singer is really top-notch, right?"

Fuying leaned back lazily and took a quick look at the singer, admiring: "She is so beautiful."

Chang Lejiao smiled a few times, and while she straightened up, she also helped the lazy little man up: "Auntie has prepared something better for you!"

When she said this, Changle's eyes were shining like a delicate girl, full of expectations. Fuying nodded, but she was a little curious, what is more beautiful than this intoxicating beautiful singer?

Changle clapped his hands at the newly built high platform not far away. The singing and dancing girls retreated to both sides, and the strong and brave slaves appeared, all gearing up.

The fun is about to begin!

Fuying just glanced at it and understood what her aunt wanted. She seemed to be uninterested and resisted the bloody and brutal fight from the bottom of her heart, so she subconsciously crawled into Changle's arms.

Having fun, the singer held the pipa and plucked the first string, and the fight officially began.

Qian's silver armor is desolate, the iron picks are criss-crossing, and the sound of breaking mandarin duck tiles.

The slaves were beaten like iron as if they were made of clay, and they easily beat the five sparring partners until they were paralyzed on the ground, unable to move, which attracted warm applause from everyone.

The beating slaves who paused couldn't help but ask: "Where is the sixth sparring partner?"

A thin young man appeared in everyone's field of vision. His black hair was tied up with a simple bamboo crown. He was dressed in coarse cloth, but he had the appearance of the evening clouds gradually closing. He was indifferent and had a lonely and cold demeanor, attracting everyone.

Gaze.

"I'm here."

The slaves took a closer look and saw that it was the thin and sick man. They didn't take it seriously and laughed at him wantonly.

Suddenly he was deep in thought, steep and suppressed, and the fine hairsprings were decorated with falling plum blossoms.

Accompanied by the paused sound of the pipa, Pei Yanwen and Zou Zou saluted with clasped fists: "I've seen my brothers."

How could the always impatient slaves know this? They immediately rushed forward, trying to defeat the enemy with one move, but they were unprepared and the young man nimbly dodged them.

Before Black Knot could turn around, his outstretched arm was grabbed and violently pushed forward with such force that he staggered forward!

The people behind took turns to rush forward, but the young man’s posture was not only nimble, but his attacks were even more vicious, heading straight towards the Ming Gate without any regard.

Unexpectedly, the black pimples had already broken their ground in the chaos. Looking at the young man, they saw that the frailty and pure kindness that they had just seen in Jinque Pavilion were not there. Instead, there was the murderous and violent look in their eyes.

It tumbles out of the middle, which is daunting.

No matter how stupid you are, you should know that the weakness just now was all fake, which was enough to anger them, so they rushed forward together.

But this seemingly weak boy actually hit him seven inches with every move, and the force he unleashed was so powerful that it was similar to a vicious python that viciously wrapped around the neck of its prey and strangled it violently.

Under the methodical fists of the slaves, the storm hit, and several of them were reduced to straw mats, with their arms bent, protecting their heads and being beaten.

Pei Yan was unprepared and was attacked from behind. Several black lumps rushed up and punched him in the corner of the mouth, and instantly the sweet blood filled his mouth.

"Son of a bitch, beat him to death!"

Along with the angry curses of the slaves, Pipa Xian has already climaxed again and again.

Pei Yan spit out the blood in his mouth suddenly, and the blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, but he smiled, and the gaps between his exposed teeth were stained with blood, and his eyes were ruthless, but filled with a kind of excitement of fighting.

After the young man's originally gorgeous facial features were stained with blood, they looked like a bright red peony, with blood-thirsty petals that were so rich and full that they dropped off their clusters and stood alone in spring.

The small red mole under the corner of the eye is domineering and bright: "On your side?"

Like a spirit cat roaring at night, crashing into the bank, or a horned eagle rising in autumn, tearing through the deserted platform with fury. The pipa strings are moaning in the dark, and the fighting on the field is fierce and exciting, making the spectators' blood boil with excitement and impassioned applause.

After a few rounds, the black lumps were at a disadvantage, but the young man covered in blood was still brave. They subconsciously retreated, their momentum was lost, and they were defeated. Their martial arts were unmatched, so they could only attack east and west, trying to entangle Pei Yan and exhaust them.

His energy.

Changle had never thought today that a mere sparring partner, and a boy who was only half-year-old, could have such ferocious fighting power. She spent a lot of money to buy these slaves from the Western Regions, so if she trains this child well, I am afraid it will be very difficult.

Things in the pool.

Fuying looked far away and saw only a figure with bloody flesh. Such a brutal scene seemed like even the chestnut cake at hand was contaminated by the bloody smell in the air. She didn't like it.

But I was subconsciously attracted by that thin body. He is really a person who accepts death. Why bother to fight with all his life in a fighting match?

At this moment, the fighting match became intense. The group of black guys couldn't beat him, so they simply started to cheat. One of them hugged Pei Yan's leg, and the other tried to sneak attack. What's terrible is that he succeeded.

Pei Yan was like an angry python, spitting out highly venomous venom, wagging its tail as it came towards him very quickly. His eyes were already scarlet, and he ignored the mouthful of blood he vomited, and said in a cruel voice: "You can't do anything to me, don't want to

Just give up if you die."

While he was talking, he was attacked by two beating slaves together. He received several punches, the force was so serious!

Suddenly, the original black lump stomped on the ground and laughed arrogantly. He had just been beaten the worst, and his words were already slurred: "Yellow-mouthed kid, arrogant and arrogant, I

Let me tear you apart first!"

Everyone took a breath. He was still a child after all, and his skills were immature. It seemed that his life was in danger!

Even Fuying hid in her aunt's arms, turning her head and not daring to look anymore. Changle, on the other hand, seemed very interested. She pulled up the little person in her arms and said, "Look, Ying, it's the exciting time."

Fuying shook her head and hid: "Too cruel, too cruel!"

Changle said: "How can you be cruel? A fighting match must be a life-and-death contest to make it look good."

Fuying raised a pair of misty almond eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "But, people will die..."

Changle smiled: "They are slaves, and the status of life and death has been established. The fighting game only concerns winning or losing, not life or death."

Fuying was a little confused and blinked in confusion. She turned around and glanced at the miserable condition of the young man. She hid in Changle's arms as if she was frightened and begged her softly and coquettishly: "Auntie, let's not compete today. Let's go."

Let them find a way out."

Changle stroked the girl's soft hair and sighed softly: "Aying is the most noble princess in the Wei Dynasty. It's not a good thing to be so kind-hearted..."

The horn sounded again on the field, and Fuying looked through the gaps between her fingers carefully.

The young man was already on the verge of death, but he was able to make a comeback, snatch the knife from the black man's hand, and kill it straight to the heart, quickly and accurately!

After a burst of exclamation, he cut off another slave's arm. The originally inferior blade seemed to have the power to cut iron like clay in his hand.

Then, in the narrow gap between the girl's fingers, he saw the warriors around him falling one after another. Dust was flying for a moment. The moment he turned around, a cruel and bloody look fell on him.

When their distant eyes met, Fuying was so frightened that she closed her eyes tightly.

A quarter of an hour later, the young man holding a blood-stained sword was already kneeling in front of her, with his head raised high, his whole body covered in blood. Only his eyes were astonishingly bright, filled with expectation: "Your Highness, this sword is dedicated to you."

For you."

At first, Fuying was stunned. After a few seconds, she burst out with a scream. Fear rushed out of her eyes that were blurred with blood and flesh. Her pupils shrank suddenly, and her cheeks turned pale due to excessive fright.
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In an instant, she hid in Chang Le's arms, whimpering lowly, and the smell of blood made her stomach churn.

Changle smiled with admiration: "You are truly worthy of being a member of the Wei Dynasty. His bravery is nothing more than that. It can be said that a hero comes from a young age!"

The eldest princess praised him as the highest honor of the empire. All the guests looked at him with admiration, and the chamberlain also came forward and carefully placed him in the banquet.

While everyone was talking about it, Pei Yan carefully moved his gaze to the front. The delicate and frail little princess, whose shoulders were still trembling slightly, was hiding in her aunt's arms. She seemed to be frightened. The eldest princess patted her gently.

Back, gentle comfort.

The eldest princess was not very kind to others and was very strict with others, but she was extremely patient with the little princess: "Ah Ying, my dear, that knife is just a cold object. It will never be pointed at you. Don't be afraid.

."

The little princess cried with tears, raised her head slightly, and her watery eyes were extremely aggrieved: "I know, but I'm not afraid of that knife."

The eldest princess gently wiped away the tears on her cheek: "The little slave who is your sparring partner is a good young man. My aunt will give him to you, okay?"

Pei Yan's eyes moved slightly. He didn't show any fear in the bloody battle just now, but now he took a nervous breath, held his breath, and listened carefully.

The little princess's almond-shaped eyes were still shining with tears, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and her voice was as soft as a feather: "I don't want him."

I don’t want him...
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