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Rain in Chang'an Chapter 28 Who are you?

The so-called banquet, in Wang Yi's dictionary, naturally requires food, and it is all delicacies to be considered a banquet.

Wang Yi and Ma Shun's actions attracted the attention of many bystanders, most of them were contempt and disgust. The people sitting around them were moving their seats a little, ashamed of them being with them.

But Wang Yi and Ma Shun don’t care about you, they should eat and drink, and they are so happy.

On the high platform, people from the academy came forward and were explaining some rules of the banquet to everyone present. Baizi below the stage was listening carefully.

This year's Baizi Banquet was very simple. I don't know who proposed to set the selection today and start the battle on the arena. Everyone present was also very surprised, after all, this was somewhat inconsistent with the rules of previous years.

In the past, I would have prepared some time for Baizi, but this year it was indeed very hasty, but for some people who come from afar and are usually well prepared, they will naturally not be in a hurry.

The person who introduced the rules also looked helplessly at Mr. Han who was chatting with Yang Yucheng and Lord Lu on the high platform. It was Mr. Han who proposed to keep everything simple and compete directly to save the cost of the academy. The academy was originally opposed, but the vice president, who was famous for his careful calculation, applauded and tried his best to promote it in front of the yard. The dean who valued the most rules also nodded helplessly to unify the matter.

But Mr. Han obviously didn't care about this. The man waved his hand and there was a servant walking around during the meal, putting away the list of participants.

Wang Yi also wrote a copy, after all, there is only this right path to enter Dongyang Mountain.

The purpose of the banquet was to select twenty strong men to enter Dongyang Mountain, practice under the stone tablets of the ancestors, and use them to strengthen themselves and strengthen the Ming Dynasty.

Next is to draw lots in groups, with one hundred people divided into fifty groups, and the winners will enter the next round, and so on. The top five will advance directly without participating in the subsequent selection, and wait until twenty people are selected.

Due to the participation of King Yan, Wang Yi's quota of 100 sons was not taken away by Yang Zhao, but was successfully retained. So today is Wang Yi's first counterattack against people, or Yang Zhao.

The grouping was quickly confirmed, and Wang Yi was divided into twenty-three groups, neither forward nor backward. His opponent was a man named Zhao Yang.

Time flies, and it will soon be Wang Yi's turn to play.

"The 23rd Group, Youzhou Wang Yi fights with Chang'an Zhaoyang."

For a moment, there was a lot of discussion between the banquet.

Due to Yang Zhao and King Yan, Wang Yi's name has recently resounded throughout Chang'an City. Everyone wants to see what the person looks like when the two powerful figures are opposed to each other. Especially when there is a person involved sitting on the platform, they want to see what happens to Wang Yi.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, Wang Yi took the handkerchief, pursed his lips, and then slowly walked to the ring. Zhao Yang had already stood there, waiting quietly for his arrival.

On the high platform, Yang Zhao looked at the ring.

"Mr. Lu, this little brother seems to be from your Jinyiwei."

Lu Zhong touched his beard, and didn't know what the old boy was going to do. "Yes, I just joined my Jinyiwei and served as the head of the Zhao Prison."

"Oh, this little brother has a bright future." Yang Zhao put down the teacup in his hand and said to Lu Zhong: "Master Lu might as well add some highlights to this competition."

"Yang Yucheng is so excited, I think it's OK."

Yang Zhao bowed to Mr. Han, "I would like to ask Mr. Han to be a notary."

Mr. Han said with a smile: "Both are interesting people, I can."

"If Wang Yi wins, I will hand over the secret book of Yiyang Finger. If Wang Yi loses, can I use Jinyi?

Wei’s star map was lent to Yang Mouyi.”

Lu Zhong remained silent and did not immediately answer Yang Zhao's proposal. It was not that he had no confidence in Wang Yi, but that it was a major issue. Yang Zhao seemed to be coming for the star map.

As we all know, the Star Map is the foundation of a sect or sect, and the location of the method of practice. This is tantamount to handing over the secret of one's own practice to Yang Zhao.

As for Yiyang finger, Lu Zhong heard that it was the secret of the Yang family. It was a secret developed by a genius from the ancestor of the Yang family. When it was completed, it was powerful enough to destroy half of the courtyard.

"What, Lord Lu thinks it's inappropriate."

Lu Zhong looked at Wang Yi on the ring, coincidentally, Wang Yi also looked back at the platform and looked at him with his eyes facing each other.

"Just according to Lord Yang."

“Haha, it’s refreshing.”

Wang Yi looked at Zhao Yang's eyes, hatred, pleasure and disdain. Zhao Yang looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was only twenty-two. He had never seen him before, so how could he have hatred for him?

"My name is Zhao Yang, and I am from Chang'an."

"My name is Wang Yi, and I am from Youzhou."

Zhao Yang looked at Wang Yi and suddenly smiled and said, "I forgot to tell you that I am from Yang's Mansion."

Wang Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at the boy from Yang's house, "Oh."

"I forgot to tell you that your quota was mine."

Wang Yilu's hands outside clenched tightly, controlling his emotions vigorously to prevent himself from losing control, breaking the rules, and killing him.

Zhao Yang looked at the angry Wang Yi with interest and smiled: "Look, I'm here again, I'm just fighting you."

Only then did Wang Yi realize that everything today was not a coincidence. Someone wanted to make a break with him. Wang Yi looked at Yang Zhao on the high platform and talked freely. It turned out that it was your fault.

Yang Zhao looked at Wang Yi's eyes as he looked at him and gave him a look, "Yes, it's me."

Everything today can be said to be a situation set by Yang Zhao for his own face, or a deeper reason, but he doesn't know it.

But whether I know or not, I will beat Zhao Yang down today.

If it weren't for not being able to kill people in this ring, Wang Yi would have "accidentally" and killed him.

It seems that another Hundred Sons suffered the same experience as his own, but he was not as lucky as he was, and might have died or disappeared. However, it was all the same, and his quota was occupied.

At this moment, a laugh came from not far away, similar to laughing at Zhao Yang's childishness.

Zhao Yang's face suddenly became gloomy. He looked at the person who laughed at him. At the same time, many people noticed the abnormalities here and looked here one after another.

It was a man who looked a little pretty, wearing a white Confucian shirt, covering his mouth and smiling embarrassedly. After finding that everyone around him looked at this place, he immediately became confident, "Why, I laughed at you and you still have to worry about it."

There are many well-informed people around them who have left after seeing the man and knowing the man's origin, and they can't afford to offend him.

"Why do you want to laugh?" Zhao Yang asked looking at the man.

The man, holding a pot of wine in his hand, walked to the edge of the arena, leaning against the railing, and asked.

"Who are you?"

"Are you my father?" After saying that, there were many servants around him, and they knelt down on the ground with a sound of touching each other. Even the gentleman who was in charge of the martial arts competition was holding a tribute and facing the west side of Chang'an City.

"Are you my mother?"

"You are my cousin."

As soon as this statement came out, no one around them sat or stood, and some were pulled to the ground by their friends or people around them without knowing the truth.

Zhao Yang and Wang Yi are naturally exceptions.

Wang Yi really doesn't know who this man is, but he is very optimistic about this man's temper.

As for Zhao Yang, he knew who the man in front of him was, Li Yuan.

The prince of the King of Yan, the only son of the Princess of Yan, in other words, His Majesty the current Ming Emperor is his cousin.

Li Yuan threw the wine pot in his hand towards Wang Yi. Wang Yi stretched out his hands, and then placed the wine pot in the corner of his mouth and took a full sip.

"good."

Li Yuan looked at Wang Yi who had drunk his wine and said, "Wang Yi, if you knock him down, I will treat you to Wannianchun."

Wannianchun is the royal wine used by the royal family. Only when you receive rewards or are distributed to princes in various places every year according to the rules. It is the best wine and is famous in the Ming Dynasty.

"You guys have passed a little." Zhao Yang was very annoyed, even furious about the feeling that the two of them ignored him.

Li Yuan looked at Zhao Yang, "Are you qualified to speak? A waste who even asked your uncle for the Baizi Chaoxian exam."

"You." Zhao Yang was obviously angry at this sentence, pointed at Li Yuan and didn't say a word for a long time.

On the high platform, it was obvious that he had noticed the situation here. Yang Zhao glanced at Lu Zhong and Mr. Han, and after receiving the instructions from both of them, he walked out and said, "Your Highness, can you let the conference continue? Don't delay the progress of the Baizi Gongshu exam?"

As soon as Yang Zhao opened his mouth, he wanted to suppress Li Yuan's limelight by saying that he had tried the Hundred Sons. However, Li Yuan has never been a sloppy person.

"Mr. Yang, I'm going to ask, Zhao Yang, why is he on the list of people who have never participated in the Hundred-Son Trial Examination?"

Yang Zhao was not talking, but quietly looked at Li Yuan, who was leaning on the railing, floating in white, and silent.

Lu Zhong was on the seat and sighed that this prince is really a fierce one.

Mr. Han frowned, as if thinking about this matter, and then recruited a disciple and asked carefully.

After knowing the causes and consequences, Mr. Han walked off the platform for the first time, "What do you think of me?"

Wang Yi looked at the old man and looked at Yang Zhao and Li Yuan who were facing tits, "I have no objection."

Lu Zhong was slightly stunned. He thought Wang Yi would take this opportunity to make a big fuss. After all, he had to take charge, and although he would have a headache, he would relieve his anger.

Then, Lu Zhong also understood something and looked at Wang Yi with praise. Li Yuan was also surprised when he heard this. Then, he figured out the key and gave Wang Yi a thumbs up. Ma Shun slapped his thigh at this time, regretting the passing of this good opportunity.

No objection, of course no objection. What is the purpose of Zhao Yang entering the Baizi Banquet? Of course it is the quota for Dongyang Mountain. If he beat him down, no matter what he and Yang Zhao do, it will be useless. This can make everything they do in vain.

You must defeat the enemy when they are successfully brought in, so that when they have the highest sense of accomplishment, the more severe the pain they will be.

"People say that a scholar is useless."

"What we say is that we are powerless in troubled times and have become vulgar."

"Then I am brave today, so I will ask the two to use force to compete with each other. The winner will use the recommended quota and send him directly to Dongyang Mountain."

As soon as Mr. Han said this, Yang Zhao and Lu Zhong did not expect that they were worthy of being the old minister and had the courage.

Li Yuan also smiled bitterly and bowed to Mr. Han and said respectfully: "No wonder my father asked me to learn from Master, and Master is great wisdom."

One sentence solved this matter, and one sentence expressed the depressed feeling of a scholar for a hundred years.

"Can."
Chapter completed!
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