231 A sensation in the audience (one more)

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date="2021-08-06"

title="231 A sensation in the audience (one more)"

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series = ["The Grand Secretary’s Pampered wife"]

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The little eunuch took the piano case back to the Royal Palace of Rui.

Princess Rui is sitting in the pavilion yawning.

The little eunuch said: "Wang Hao, would you like to see it?"

Concubine Rui put a hundred hearts on the things she took back from Gu Jiao. She waved her hand and said to the little eunuch: "Take it and put it away."

"Yes!" The little eunuch carried the piano case into Princess Rui's room.

The female officer Xu was instructing the maid to tidy up the house. The little eunuch saluted her and said, "Sister Xu, the princess asked the slave to bring the piano. I don't know where to put it?"

The female officer Xu found a cabinet that she would often open: "Just put it here, I'll play it again in a few days."

Liang Guo's envoys are about to arrive, and the princess has just ordered someone to pass on a message, hoping that Princess Rui can play a song at the palace banquet to help the envoys.

Really, doesn't the princess know that her princess is pregnant?

Princess Rui underwent an operation a year ago, and she became pregnant before her body recovered completely.

The female officer Xu was full of complaints, but she didn't dare to speak out, so she closed the cabinet depressedly.

In March, when the grass grows and the oriole is flying, the capital is thriving.

Pedestrians on the street are standing next to each other.

The main streets of the capital are very spacious, capable of accommodating at least four or two carriages in parallel at the same time, and the wider streets are like Zhuque Street near the palace, and a dozen carriages are not crowded.

The little third son steadily stopped the carriage at the destination Gu Jiao said.

The little third son looked up at the four characters Taihe Wuguan on the plaque, a little distrustful of his eyes: "Miss Gu, did we go wrong?"

Turn left for a while, turn right for a while, turn right for a while and then turn right, could he turn it back?

Gu Jiao opened the curtain and looked at it, and said, "Yes, it's here."

The little third son became even more confused: "No, Miss Gu, what are you doing here? Is it... a visit?"

But why do need to change clothes when visit? Doesn't this medical clinic not allow female doctors to enter?

Countless doubts flashed in the little third son's mind.

Gu Jiao didn't answer, and jumped out of the carriage: "You park the carriage in the alley and wait for me for a while."

"Oh." The little third son is not a talkative person most of the time, otherwise Gu Jiao wouldn't be willing to let him drive the car.

The third son parked the carriage into the alley on the right side of the martial arts hall, and Gu Jiao stepped into the martial arts hall.

Taihe Martial Arts Museum is one of the best martial arts museums in Beijing. It has three floors. The entrance is a lobby. On the wall facing the entrance, there is a huge martial arts character written in cursive script. Various weapons are displayed on both sides. In the lobby, several martial arts disciples were gesticulating with their bare hands, as if they were discussing how to learn from each other.

It's not surprising to see strangers coming, I'm probably accustomed to strangers.

This is not surprising.

In Zhaoguo, there is no martial arts examination, only literary examinations. Therefore, Zhaoguo will only produce one literary scholar every three years. Unlike Liang and Yan, who publish literary scholars, they will also select martial arts scholars across the country.

But Zhaoguo also needs martial arts talents. Some have entered the barracks directly, such as Gu Changqing; others are unwilling to serve the court, and only hope to use martial arts to find a way out for themselves.

The martial arts hall was born under this situation.

Although everyone is inferior and only has a high school level, some people are not born to study. They want to learn martial arts. After they learn martial arts, they can become escorts, masters, or guards in large households... In short, they don’t lack food. It's better than slicing from the ground.

Therefore, the martial arts hall is quite popular in Zhaoguo.

Of course, martial arts halls are also divided into types. In the jargon, they are Qing Guan and Hei Guan. Qing Guan means only accepting disciples and only teaching martial arts; while the black hall is much more complicated. In addition to recruiting disciples, it also adds many other types Business.

Taihe Martial Arts Museum is a black museum.

This was what Gu Chengfeng revealed to Gu Jiao. It was mainly Gu Jiao who beat Gu Chengfeng three days and two. Gu Chengfeng was able to narrowly beat Gu Jiao at the beginning. Gradually, Gu Jiao and Gu Jiao drew with him, and gradually Gu Jiao beat him. A pig's head.

He won't be beaten like this again!

His skill is to steal things, not to make sandbags for others!

If Gu Jiao wants to restore her strength in her previous life, she must constantly look for stronger sandbags.

Gu Jiao took out a mask from her arms and put it on.

The mask was also robbed by Gu Chengfeng, and no copper plate was spent.

She walked into the martial arts hall in a familiar way, passed through the Chuhua Gate to a seemingly unmanned tea room, gently turned the oil lamp on the tea table, only heard a bang, and the wall of the tea room opened.

There was a noise rushing towards his face.

Gu Jiao walked into the passage blankly, and the wall behind her closed with a loud bang.

After closing, the noise in front seemed to be amplified.

At the end of the passage is a large martial arts arena, a three-story wooden building, two floors are viewing rooms, and four air-conditioned arenas erected in the middle of the first floor. At this time, three arena are in competition.

Gu Jiao came to the counter, knuckles faintly buckled the table top.

Some of the sleepy shopkeepers yawned: "Is it better to bet in the martial arts competition? For a martial arts contest, bet one hundred wen, and if you want a room, add two hundred..."

Before he could say anything, a small fish bone fell in front of him.

The shopkeeper glanced at the little fish bone, looked startled, and woke up mostly from sleep.

He immediately stood up, changed his face, and said with a smile: "Young Master Li, why are you here? Didn't you just come the other day?"

Gu Jiao didn't say a word, she only glanced at the roster beside him.

The shopkeeper knew, and reminded in a low voice: "East Arena."

Gu Jiao stepped to the east ring.

The people behind Gu Jiao who were queuing to receive a card contest were upset. One of them yelled at the shopkeeper: "What's the situation? We haven't entered in the queue for a long time. Why did he enter? Didn't it mean that you need to receive a card to enter?"

The shopkeeper sarcastically glanced at a few novices, and revealed the fish bones in his hands: "Do you know what this is?"

Everyone shook their heads.

The shopkeeper raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly: "This is a martial arts domino."

"Martial artist, martial artist?"

Those few people who were still clamoring dissatisfaction with Gu Jiao all silenced.

Was that young man who looked weak and fragile turned out to be a martial artist?

In the martial arts gym, the master who teaches kung fu is called a martial artist, but in the martial arts arena, only a master who has won a hundred games is qualified to be called a martial artist.

"He, has he won fifty games?" Someone asked in surprise.

Generally speaking, only those who have won fifty matches can be called a martial artist.

The shopkeeper sighed and said impatiently: "What do you want? Just one game!"

Killed a martial artist in one game.

The rules of the major martial arts halls in the capital, leapfrogged to challenge the opponent, as long as they win, they can take away the identity of the opponent.

But not everyone is eligible to leapfrog the challenge, not only to sign the certificate of life and death, but also to pay a huge deposit, once lost, this deposit will be all owned by the challenged.

When the young boy first arrived, he boasted that he wanted to compete with the most powerful master in the hall that day.

The rules of the martial arts hall can only exceed the challenge of two levels at most, but the young boy bet a full one thousand taels of silver, so the martial arts hall made an exception for him and let him challenge the third level.

At first, the martial artist was unwilling to take up the martial arts competition, but the martial arts hall had to say something, and asked the young man to add another five hundred taels of silver, and then the martial artist was invited.

Leapfrog competition, life and death conceited, this is the rule.

Everyone thought that the little boy was dead, and no one bet he won. As a result, everyone lost their money.

A young man holding a sword disdainfully said: "Cut~What's so great about winning a martial arts master? I heard that there were a few martial arts masters in your martial arts gym today. I don't believe that he can still have good luck!"

Everyone nodded, yes, he is so small, how could he beat the martial artist? It must be out of shit luck!

Gu Jiao didn't know the hot discussion of these people, and probably wouldn't care if she knew it.

In the four arenas, east, west, north and south, the masters assigned are different every day. The shopkeeper pointed to the east arena. It should be the strongest in this arena.

"The three swordsman Yan wins! Is there anyone else who wants to challenge the hero Yan?"

On the ring, a young man dressed in a martial arts gym shouted while holding a gong and a mallet.

This hero Yan guarded the ring for the whole morning. don't know how many masters he has defeated. No one dared to fight him anymore.

"If not, Daxia Yan will be today--" little servant was about to end the ring when he saw a light little figure leaping onto the ring.

...

But he said that Master Old Hou was punished by copying the military books in the palace, and copied the last one for a day and night.

This was much more tiring than practicing martial arts. He was dizzy and numb when he copied it. It was almost a copy of an internal injury.

No, the internal injury has been copied out!

Xuan Pinghou slipped out by himself, and hasn't returned yet, and don't know what he was doing.

Old Houye ignored him, stood up on the table, and almost fell to the ground because his legs were too numb. He really looked like a 60-year-old man.

Old Marquis dragged his tired body, holding the scrambled books of war, and went to the Imperial Study Room to apologize to the emperor.

The emperor wore a net bag on his head, so ugly, he was not as shameless as Xuan Pinghou, and he didn't even go to the early dynasty to preserve the image of the emperor.

"Your Majesty, the minister has finished copying the military books." Old Master Hou said outside the imperial study room.

"Take it in." The emperor waved his hand impatiently.

Grandpa Wei walked over, took the military manual copied by Master Laohou, and whispered to Master Laohou, "Go back."

Old Houye understood, and bowed respectfully to the Imperial Study Room: "Chen...retire!"

After that, he turned around and limped out of the palace.

Old Houye got into the carriage.

The coachman asked: "Master, are you okay? Are we going back to the Hou Mansion now? Would you like to find a medical clinic for you? Your complexion is not very good."

Can you look good after copying the military books for so long? Let those civil servants practice martial arts day and night, and they will become exactly the same virtues as themselves.

But Lord Hou was really aggrieved in his heart, he was very uncomfortable when he copied the book, and he didn't want to go back to the house to deal with Mrs. Gu's questioning.

He paused and said, "Go to the martial arts gym."

Old Lord Marquis is a frequent visitor to the martial arts museum, the martial arts museum does not know his specific identity, only knows that he is a grandfather, surname Gu, shot very generous.

Old Marquis came to the martial arts center, one is that he loves to watch martial arts, and the other is that he can select some manufacturable talents from it.

Of course, Lord Hou had a very high vision, so after so many years, fewer than ten were actually selected by him.

Among these ten people, only two have withstood his rigorous training, and the rest have been sent away.

The old man asked for a wing room on the second floor.

The guy asked him if he wanted to place a bet, and he threw a silver ingot on the table: "No."

If you don't bet, then this silver ingot is all rewards.

The guy smiled and put the silver ingot into his arms: "The little one will give you tea! Do you want Longjing or Tieguanyin?"

"Longjing." Old Houye said.

"Good!" The guy immediately went to make a good pot of Yuqian Longjing, and took a few exquisite and delicious snacks, "You take it slow, the small one is waiting outside, you call for something."

Old Houye waved his hand.

The man walked out with a smile.

Old Lord Marquis started to enjoy the martial arts competition in the arena while drinking tea.

His wing was facing the west arena, the view on the west arena is the most comprehensive, but for some reason, he was attracted by the competition on the east arena.

It was a seven-foot strong man holding a double axe, and his brute strength and internal strength were far from an ordinary master, but he was confronted by an inconspicuous young man in Tsing Yi.

The young boy in Tsing Yi didn't even use weapons, and he was fighting with his bare hands. If so, the other party still couldn't get the upper hand.

"interesting."

After about seven or eight moves, the brawny man with two axes was kicked off the competition stage by the young boy in Tsing Yi.

Soon, a master armed with a red tassel spear jumped onto the ring.

Old Houye is a martial artist, and he can see at a glance that this man's martial arts is far above the previous double-axe master, and the young boy in Tsing Yi is in danger.

Somehow, his heart was lifted up.

The young boy in Tsing Yi took the lead in making the move. Not surprisingly, the master of the red tassel spear easily avoided it, leaped a few steps away, and killed a beautiful back carbine!

The spear head pierced the boy's heart!

Oops!

Old Houye stood up nervously!

How can you fight so fiercely? Is it a leapfrog competition?

It's over, the child can't hide.

Not only did he think so, but the people around the ring were like him.

The coldness of the spear passed through the thin clothes into the body of the young boy in Tsing Yi, only to poke the center of the mouth for a moment, the young boy in Tsing Yi suddenly held the spear with his left hand, jumped up with force, and kicked the opponent's heart. , When he landed, he flipped over and took the red tassel gun from the opponent's hand!

Some action, smooth and flowing, drip-proof!

The young boy in Tsing Yi didn't give the opponent a chance to breathe in the slightest. He took the grab as a pole and stood up, and a sweeping leg swept the opponent down on the ground.

The young boy in Tsing Yi grabbed the red tasseled spear and was about to pierce the man fiercely, but suddenly he paused, split the head of the spear with his bare hands, and knocked the opponent off the ring with his gun.

The old man was drenched with sweat.

It was scared and excited. It was so enthusiastic that he wanted to end.

Even though the young man wore a mask, it seemed that his figure should not be more than a teenager, and he had such a skill at a young age. It is worthy of verifying that sentence-since ancient times, a hero has been a boy!

Of course, martial arts is only one of them.

The young man cut off the head of the gun with his bare hands and changed to use a gun to knock the opponent off the ring.

The haze of being punished suddenly disappeared, and Lord Hou was relieved everywhere.

After that, no one dared to challenge the Tsing Yi boy again.

The young boy in Tsing Yi regretfully stepped down in the ring.

"I knew it, but I lost a few games deliberately."

Gu Jiao rubbed her wrist and walked towards the entrance.

"Little brother, please stay!"

A familiar voice rang behind her, and Gu Jiao paused and turned around weirdly.

Gu Jiao put on a mask and changed her outfit. Old Lord Marquis didn't recognize her, but Gu Jiao did.

Gu Jiao frowned, how much hatred and resentment? Back to the martial arts hall?

Old Houye arched his hand politely: "Little brother, can you take a step to speak?"

Gu Jiao said nothing.

Lord Hou thought that the young boy was a jealous stranger, smiled, and said, "Don't worry, little brother, I don't have any malice.

no.

She is going home to cook.

The other party kept silent, and the old man looked at the other's throat thoughtfully: "Little brother, are you...can't you speak?"

Gu Jiao thought for a while and nodded.

Agents in the organization actually have voice training. Women can imitate men's voices, and men can imitate women's voices, but Gu Jiao doesn't like to talk, let alone keep her at home all day long. The rest of her training results are the first, but the voice training alone is the last one.

Because she couldn't speak like a man, Gu Jiao didn't say anything in the martial arts hall, and everyone regarded her as a dumb.

Lord Hou was full of emotion, really a good seedling with a disability and determination!

Such a seedling, it may not be a good thing to be on the battlefield, not hearing it will make him lose a lot of judgment.

Master Hou stopped his thoughts of abducting Gu Jiao into the barracks, but he still wants to make friends with this person: "Little brother, can you make a friend?"

The age is much worse, and it's not bad to be a year-end couple.

Lord Hou is a real martial artist. Many people think that he is naturally aggressive, but he is not.

Gu Jiao is not interested in making such old friends.

Gu Jiao shook her head and rejected him.

Lord Hou sighed with disappointment.

Gu Jiao turned and left. Suddenly, Huang Zhong rushed in anxiously: "Master! Where are you here? I know you must be here if you don't return home!"

master?

Gu Jiao looked at Huang Zhong, and then at Old Hou Ye.

Huang Zhong is the confidant of Lord Gu Hou, and the guard of the Ding'an Hou Mansion. He calls this old man master...

Is this old man the father of Gu Hou?

"What's the matter?" Old Master Hou frowned.

Huang Zhong glanced at Gu Jiao on the side, vaguely feeling that the temperament of this young boy in Tsing Yi was a bit familiar, but he didn't remember where he had seen it for a while, and he was anxious to talk about things, so he didn't take it to heart.

He said: "The Ling family is here, but the eldest son is not there. The old lady wants you to go back quickly."

The Ling family, the eldest son.

Very good, the identity is completely determined.

Gu Jiao, who had already left, suddenly folded back, took out paper and charcoal from her arms, and wrote swiftly: No, do, friend, friend, worship, do, son, wish, intention, do you?

Old Houye was taken aback.

Gu Jiao continued to write: worship, now, ba, son, you, son, son, just, yes, me, son, son!

"Isn't it a nephew?" Old Master Hou was successfully led astray.

Gu Jiao thought for a while and wrote: No, yes, let, him, call, father!

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