The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Gu Jiao's scene was another one after Master Qingfeng's, which left everyone in a daze.

What's the matter?

Why did Han Shaoyu fly out?

"Have you seen it clearly?" Cavalry A asked Raider B.

"I didn't, did you see clearly?" Cavalry B asked Cavalry C.

Cavalryman C: "Me neither!"

On a high platform behind the crowd, Han Lei and Han Wuye silently watched "Xiao Liulang" riding his horse towards the edge of the battlefield.

Han Wuye said: "Brother, it's no wonder that Ye'er fell into this kid's hands several times. He really has some skills."

Han Lei looked solemn: "What happened to Han Shaoyu just now? I obviously didn't feel the fluctuation of internal force from that kid, why was Han Shaoyu sent flying by him? What kind of kung fu did his move come from?"

Han Wuye's silver hair was shining brightly under the scorching sun, and his expression was as cold as his hair color.

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

"It's not kung fu, it's kung fu," he said.

Han Lei frowned, not knowing why: "Small skills?"

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 siege is very destructive. It can be used to attack the city gates and walls, and can also be used to attack the soldiers defending the city. Could it be that he was in the city just now?" -"

Han Wuye hummed: "That's right, he just pried Han Shaoyu out like a rock. He understands the truth, but in close combat, few people can create such a hands-on environment and timing. He has been counting attacks since he came on the field." The distance of the jump, the height of the jump, the angle of the lower back, and even... the speed at which Han Shaoyu shoots the gun, all have a clear picture in his mind."

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

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

Han Lei turned to look at Han Wuye, and smiled speciously: "You still praise people?"

Han Wuye continued what he said just now: "But a genius also needs a little luck. If he didn't have the armor on him, he would have died under Han Shaoyu's gun."

Han Lei's eyes fell back on the boy again,

A young man in red clothes with black armor, fresh clothes and an angry horse, with an aura that surpasses the sky, it really compares to the children of the aristocratic family.

Han Lei frowned: "I also noticed, 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 armor."

When Han Lei was touched by a certain memory, he frowned slightly, and Fang said: "I remember, he used that armor to go deep into the enemy camp of Jin alone and rescued His Majesty the captured monarch. But he was defeated and died. Afterwards, we didn’t find that pair of armor, he was wearing ordinary armor. Don’t you think that the armor on Xiao Liulang’s body is the same one that Xuanyuan Li used to wear? It doesn’t look like it.”

Han Wuye said: "Maybe it's made of the same material, or maybe it's made by melting off Xuanyuan Li's armor."

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

Han Wuye said lightly: "His life and death alone can't change the overall situation. The defeat of the Xuanyuan family is doomed."

On this point, Han Lei did not refute: "That's right, Ziwei star appeared, the emperor came out of 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. It's far away, or Let’s talk about the selection this time. Xiao Liulang is a tough guy, if you didn’t meet him in the first round, you might not be able to meet him in the next round.”

Gu Jiao had already rode to the viewing area, and the aura of the Black Wind King was kept away from strangers, creating a comfortable space for him.

Han Wuye looked at Gu Jiao and said, "He is not my opponent."

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

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

Gu Jiao's next match is Mu Qingchen.

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

Wang Yi smiled and said, "Don't dare to attack me just because I am an elder!"

Mu Qingchen cupped his hands with the long sword in his hands: "This junior will do his best, please give me your advice, Fourth Uncle Wang."

Wang Yi smiled, pulled out the scimitar from his waist, and said majesticly: "Then let me see if your martial arts have improved in the past few years!"

With the sound of the gong, the two rode their horses to attack each other.

Mu Qingchen's weapon is a long sword, and Wang Yi's is a scimitar. It is said that the sword defeats the sword, and the sword defeats the spear, but in fact it is not the case.

Every weapon in combat has its own advantages and disadvantages, it all depends on how it is used.

Wang Yi uses a domineering sword technique, which can instantly suppress the opponent with powerful force, while Mu Qingchen's sword technique focuses on quickness and briskness.

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

But if Wang Yi cut it down with a single knife, Mu Qingchen might not be able to catch it if he went for 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 useless to him. They were all tricky angles such as stabbing, wiping, and picking, which made it impossible to guard against. quick move.

Wang Yi felt dazzled and had nowhere to use his strength.

In the end, Mu Qingchen stepped on the pedals and jumped up, turning over in the air and cutting the leather of Wang Yi's saddle.

Mu Qingchen slashed behind the horse with another sword qi, the horse was frightened, raised its front hooves and rushed forward.

Wang Yi tilted his body and slid off the horse's back together with the saddle unexpectedly.

The moment he fell to the ground in a panic, Mu Qingchen fell back on his horse, reached out and grabbed his arm: "Fourth Uncle Wang!"

Wang Yi stabilized his figure, looked at Mu Qingchen angrily and amusedly, patted his horse, and said out of breath: "I lost! I lost so convincingly!"

Mu Qingchen got off the horse, folded his sword and bowed his hands as a junior salute: "It's Uncle Wang's acceptance."

Wang Yi waved his hand: "Okay, okay, I didn't want to come, but since you have won me, don't lose to anyone! Prove to me that I am not wronged to lose to you!"

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

There are three more groups in order, but because one of the cavalry of Tiangan Gengqi had a problem, they couldn't come to the scene in time.

Generally speaking, this kind of situation can be dealt with directly by abstention, but Han Wuye is generous and says that he is willing to wait for his opponent.

This wait is now.

"I'm coming!"

"Who's here?"

"Han Wuye's opponent!"

"Ah, it's actually him!"

Gu Jiao rode on the back of the Black Wind King, and listened to their high-spirited talk: "Who is it? The reaction is so big?"

"It's Nangong Jing! The daughter of the Nangong family!"

Hearing this, Gu Jiao murmured, and looked at the other party with great interest, and she saw a woman in armor galloping towards the battlefield on horseback.

Nangong Jing, the daughter of the third wife of the Nangong family, is seventeen this year and has learned a good martial art.

Hey, I don't remember that she was among the cavalrymen who participated in the selection yesterday.

Nangong Jing rode his horse to the high platform where Han Wuye and Han Lei were, looked up at the two of them, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "My father is temporarily unable to come, can I fight for you?"

According to the rules it is impossible.

Otherwise, what if everyone asks for foreign aid?

Han Wuye gave her a condescending look, and said lightly, "Okay."

Nangong Jing said, "Please!"

Han Wuye walked down the high platform unhurriedly.

Gu Jiao rubbed her chin, she always had a doubt in her heart, this Han Laowu is so young, why is his hair gray?

When Han Wuye entered the field, he was not riding his own black magic horse, but an ordinary black wind horse.

Nangong Jingliu frowned, and asked, "Master Han Wu, why don't you use your own horse? Are you looking down on me?"

Han Wuye said flatly: "Miss Nangong is worrying too much. I thought the Nangong family would not come today after waiting for so long, so I asked someone to take my horse back to the mansion. If I go to fetch it again, I'm afraid that Miss Nangong will have to wait."

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

Nangong Jing became angry from embarrassment, and said in a cold voice, "Don't you want to beat the gong?"

The examiner coughed lightly and rang the gong.

Nan Gongjing's weapon is a pair of sabers, while Han Wuye is unarmed.

When Nangong Jingchao came galloping towards Han Wuye, Han Wuye stood still and didn't move at all.

Nan Gongjing's martial arts are not at the same level as Han Wuye's. She can't hurt Han Wuye. Before her knife touched a hair of Han Wuye, he was knocked off the horse by Han Wuye's internal force.

Her horse also seemed to have been greatly frightened, raised its front hooves, and was about to step on her.

Han Wuye grabbed Nan Gongjing casually and grabbed Nan Gongjing from the ground that was close to him.

Nangong Jing's face turned pale, he hugged his arm tightly, and threw himself into his arms.

Everyone's expression changed.

no?

In front of the public, the daughter of the Nangong family and Han Wuye...uh... this...

Where everyone couldn't see, Nan Gongjing's eyes turned cold, and he fell down holding Han Wuye.

She is planning to die together, and pull Han Wuye out of the game together!

In order to eliminate Han Wuye, she even took advantage of her daughter's family's fame.

Gu Jiao raised her eyebrows: "Ah, yes, there are still boys from the Nangong family who have advanced."

"This vicious woman! She's playing dirty tricks!"

"It's over, it's over! They're falling!"

"oops--"

The two fell off their horses together.

Nangong Jing clung to Han Wuye tightly, with a sneer on his lips: "Let's go to hell together, Mr. Han."

Han Wuye looked calm, and his thin lips parted lightly: "You, it's too early to be happy."

Nangong Jing paused.

Han Wuye broke away one of her hands and slapped her down!

Under the reaction of strength, Han Wuye returned to the saddle smoothly.

Nangong Jing fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and glared fiercely at Han Wuye: "You knew 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, don't you?"

Once today is over, Nangong Jing's reputation is completely ruined.

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

But now, her sacrifice was in vain!

Gu Jiao has a new understanding of Han Wuye, he is really a ruthless man, and he can show no mercy to a beauty like Nan Gongjing.

The next three games were not very exciting, and the next game didn't have a number plate. After watching it, Gu Jiao went to the stable to feed the Black Wind King.

In the afternoon there will be a one-on-one duel, and only after all the competitions can they leave the barracks.

At this moment, everyone's first thought is to eat by themselves, and the horses are all fed to the followers.

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

Gu Changqing also walked over leading his black wind horse, pretending to be feeding the horse, and said calmly to Gu Jiao: "This afternoon is a sand table deduction, enter the arena and draw lots."

Gu Jiao checked the feed in the stable first, and then fed it to Hei Feng Wang after confirming that there was no problem: "Eleven people, what about the one who is alone?"

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

"Can you make an appointment?" Gu Jiao asked.

If it can be determined by default, it must be a child of the Han family.

Gu Changqing shook his head: "No, it's a lottery on the spot, a sand table deduction on the spot, everyone is present, and 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 - three hundred miles of riding. This afternoon is very important."

This is the only selection that doesn't use mounts, and doesn't even need to use force, the competition is the art of war.

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

Gu Jiao has fought in battle, but the commander is Tang Yueshan, her advantage in this aspect is not obvious.

As far as Gu Changqing knew, none of the advanced contestants were not good at the art of war, and even Daoist Qingfeng was familiar with the art of war before he became a monk.

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

"Alright." Gu Jiao responded.

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

"This is a fortified city, easy to defend and difficult to attack, with 20,000 soldiers, but the food and grass in the city are only enough to last three days, and the enemy has 80,000 troops. The enemy's counselors suggested that the enemy's commander lead people to attack the people in the city at night. The granary, burn their food and grass, this battle will be self-defeating. You will be 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's food and grass.

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

Afterwards, Xu You took refuge in Cao Cao, and it was Xu who helped Cao Cao defeat Yuan Shao's 80,000 army with two foreign troops.

"I'll be the defender!" Gu Jiao said.

She is familiar with this part!

Gu Changqing nodded: "Okay, the counselor under my command asked me to burn your grain and grass. I took 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, and I will be the attacker again. I will accept the advice of burning food and grass!"

Gu Changqing said: "I have already dug a trap, let your five hundred elite soldiers come and go, and pretended to be your soldiers, went to your barracks at night and burned your food road."

Gu Jiao: "..."

...

In a tent somewhere.

Han Lei and Han Wuye sat on the ground.

There were sumptuous dishes on the table in front of the two of them. Han Wuye didn't eat meat, so the table looked rich, but it was actually full of vegetarian dishes.

Han Lei said: "The art of war is your strong point. There shouldn't be any problem with the sand table deduction in the afternoon, right?"

Han Wuye took two grains of white rice slowly: "Which level is the problem?"

Han Lei laughed hahahaha: "That's right! My fifth younger brother is extremely intelligent, and he is proficient in everything, and is there any test that can make it difficult for the fifth younger brother? Your Majesty wants to use this method to let our Han family general Handing over the Black Wind Rider would really underestimate the Han family!"

Han Wuye ate quietly and did not speak.

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

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

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

Han Wuye said lightly: "I'm not interested in the position of Patriarch."

Han Lei smiled: "Yes, you have something you like."

He said, thinking of something, frowned slightly, "That man named Xiao Liulang is full of tricks, we must not let him enter the last game."

Han Wuye looked at Han Lei with cold eyes: "Brother is worried that my dark horse can't outrun the old black wind king?"

Han Lei smiled awkwardly: "Brother didn't mean that, eat! Eat!"

Han Wuye took half a mouthful of green vegetables: "If I meet Xiao Liulang this afternoon, I will let him out."

An hour passed.

stable.

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

Gu Changqing drove the ducks to the shelves, and temporarily taught Gu Jiao a lot of tactics.

He spoke until his throat was full of smoke: "...Did you remember all that just now?"

Gu Jiao's cheeks were bulging, her mouth was busy: "...um."

Gu Changqing raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "You really have to remember, as long as you don't meet Master Qingfeng and Han Wuye, you should be able to handle it."

Gu Jiao hiccupped: "Well."

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

Gu Jiao stood up.

Gu Changqing seized all the time to test her study results: "If there is another foggy day, what should I do?"

Gu Jiao: "Empty city plan?"

The corner of Gu Changqing's mouth twitched: "..."

The sand table deduction is held in a large tent, and the lottery is also held here.

There are two numbers from one to five, and only number six is ​​a single number.

"Number six, number six, number six, number six..." The young master of the Nangong family recited number six silently for a hundred times, and took a look, "Number one!"

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

"Oh, it's me." Daoist Qingfeng said politely.

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

Gu Changqing and the son of the Dong family won the third lottery.

Mu Qingchen and Mu's cousin drew number four at the same time.

Mu Qingchen almost went out with Mercury retrograde, either to fight against the Wang family or against the Mu family, all of them were his own.

Master Han Wu drew number one.

Only Gu Jiao and the first son of the Feng family were left without smoking.

The remaining two numbers in the box are number one and number six.

All eyes were on the two of them.

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

The cavalrymen on the side didn't know whether they should be thankful that they had drawn ahead of time and not have to face Han Wuye, or they should be annoyed that they hadn't been patient enough to wait until the end, and they might be able to draw a direct promotion.

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

"Whatever you want, I can do it." Gu Jiao said.

The son of the Feng family gritted his teeth: "Then... let me go first."

"En." Gu Jiao raised her hand, motioning for him to go first.

The son-in-law of the Feng family stretched out his hand towards the box, but when he was near the entrance of the cave, he suddenly withdrew his hand: "Wait! Wait!"

"Huh?" Gu Jiao looked at him strangely.

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

"Oh." Gu Jiao stretched out her hand.

The disciple of the Feng family stared: "Wait! I'll go first!"

Gu Jiao got a little annoyed, so she hit his head with a fist and flattened him on the table: "Do you want to smoke or not!"

The disciple of the Feng family who was smashed so helplessly stretched out his hand in grievance, went in through the hole in the box, and took out a small wooden sign with a number engraved on it.

There was only one wooden sign left in the box, and Gu Jiao didn't need to take it with her hands anymore, she directly asked the son of the Feng family: "What's your number?"

All eyes fell on the small wooden sign held tightly by the son of the Feng family.

The son-in-law of the Feng family closed his eyes: "I, I, I, I dare not look."

"Give it to me." Gu Jiao said.

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

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

The son of the Feng family: "Re, you should help me look."

"I'll help you see."

Han Wuye walked over casually, stretched out his slender fingertips and pinched the wooden sign of the son of the Feng family.

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

Han Wuye gave him a let go look, and he let go in fright.

Han Wuye pinched 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 froze, if it's number one...

"My name is poisonous. My luck has not been very good. I can choke on drinking water. I can't hide from the rain. I can fall down when I walk on the road... There is only bad luck that you can't think of, and there is no bad luck that I can't get rid of."

After Gu Jiao finished speaking honestly, she took out the small wooden sign from the box, looked at it, and sighed softly: "Sure enough."

"Ha!" Han Wuye couldn't hold back, and laughed arrogantly and playfully.

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

Han Wuye's smile froze.

Gu Jiao moved her fingertips and showed the wooden sign.

number six!

"Xiao Liulang, advanced!"

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