Martial Arts Competition to Recruit a Marriage

"Oops!"

After Ming Wuyan saw the sassy woman holding a stick, he couldn't help but shudder subconsciously. Before he could run away, the woman jumped directly to the second floor. Her agility was amazing.

She struck out with a stick and landed on Ming Wuyan's shoulder. She controlled Ming Wuyan who wanted to leave and said: "Little bastard, I heard that you have lived a very romantic and happy life these years. This group of Fangge, just

Does it make you linger so much?"

"Sister Chan, if you have something to say, can we put down the stick first?"

Ming silently moved the stick away with a playful smile.

Peony, who was standing next to him, saw this and stepped forward to protect him, "This must be the princess, right? This is Qunfang Pavilion. In public, if you hit the prince with a stick, there might be something wrong."

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"You know how brave you are to stop me even though you know I am the princess."

Nangongchan looked at Peony and smiled playfully.

"My servant has no intention of offending the princess, but your highness has not done anything wrong. I also ask the princess not to make a big deal here."

"Get out of the way."

"My slave, please ask the princess to stop."

Although Peony is a slave, she is neither humble nor arrogant.

The onlookers immediately found it interesting.

One is the top oiran of Qunfang Pavilion.

One is the beloved daughter of King Zhenbei.

There is a huge difference in status between these two people.

But Peony dared to stand in front of the other party, which was really surprising.

Nangong Chan also had a strange look in her eyes. She put the wooden stick on the opponent's shoulder, her tone gradually became colder, and her body exuded a kind of iron-blooded aura that she had developed during the battlefield. She said lightly: "I am the King of Zhenbei.

Girl, even if I beat you to death with a stick here, no one would say anything."

"I say it again, get out of the way!"

Faced with Nangongchan's momentum, Mudan was still a little frightened even though she had made some achievements in practicing martial arts in the past few years.

But when he thought of Ming Wuyan behind him, he forced himself to stand where he was.

"No."

Not just peonies.

Rose, Narcissus, and Honglian also came out and stood with Peony, guarding Ming Wuyan behind them.

"Even if you are the princess, you can't be so rude."

"Yes, how unbecoming is it to beat the prince?!"

The spectators looked at Ming Wuyan who was protected by a group of oirans and couldn't help but envy him.

Nangong Chan glanced at the women, holding the wooden stick in his hand tightly, his face gradually darkened, and the women were a little scared as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

Because as Nangong Chan said.

She was the princess of the county, and if she killed several prostitutes, no one would say anything.

"Hahaha……"

Suddenly, Nangong Chan burst out laughing, put away the stick, and looked at Mudan and the girls with admiration, "Okay, even though you are a prostitute, but if you dare to face me, your spirit is already better than 90% of the men in the royal capital.

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"No wonder this bastard never comes back here."

The Peony girls breathed a sigh of relief.

Is this considered a pass?

"but……"

Nangong Chan changed the topic and glared at Ming Buyan, "Do you know how to hide behind women?!"

She seemed to hate the iron.

Ming Wuyan walked out from behind the Mudan girls and said with a smile: "Because I know Sister Cicada that you will not bully the weak or do anything to Sister Mudan or the others."

Nangong Chan stepped forward and slapped him on the buttocks with a stick, "I will not bully the weak, except for you."

"Sister Chan..." Ming Buyan rubbed his butt, looked at Nangong Chan and whispered, "There are so many people watching, give me some face."

"The number one loser in the capital, you still want to save face?" Nangong Chan felt a little funny, then shook her head, "That's all, I'll let you go today."

"Thank you, Sister Chan. Come, Sister Chan, please come inside."

Ming Wuyan welcomed Nangong Chan into the Yage.

After not seeing each other for many years, the two began to reminisce about old times.

Red Lotus and Rose were playing the flute and piano beside them, and Narcissus was pouring wine.

"You little bastard, you really know how to enjoy it."

Nangong Chan took a look at the Peony girls, each of whom had their own merits, and sighed: "The Gentle Village, the Tomb of Heroes, as expected, I don't want to leave."

"If Sister Chan likes it, I will bring you here every day."

Ming said with a smile, showing great courtesy.

The corner of Nangongchan's mouth twitched.

I took a princess to visit the brothel every day.

This kind of ridiculous thing can be said in the entire royal capital without words.

"By the way, Sister Chan, I heard that my father is going to arrange a marriage for you. I wonder if you have anyone you like in this royal capital?"

"I didn't move around much during the years I lived in the capital, and I didn't even know a few people. Then I lived in the north for a long time, fighting against Chongqing. I didn't have time to have a long relationship with my children, let alone find someone I like in this capital, so

At my suggestion, I plan to have a competition in this royal capital... to recruit a bride!" Nangong Chan said.

"A contest to recruit a bride? That must be very lively."

The daughter of the King of Zhenbei competes in martial arts to find a bride.

If this news spreads, not only the royal capital, but also the entire Daliang, and even people from other countries may be attracted.

"I heard that the princess is ranked fourth in the list of talents in Daliang martial arts. I believe there are not many people who can beat the princess. If you include appearance, family background and other conditions, it will be even more difficult." Mudan said at the side.

"Appearance and family background are matters that my father and your majesty consider. For me, if you want to be my husband, you must defeat me first!"

Nangong Chan smiled slightly, with a proud look in his eyes.

As the most dazzling pearl on the northern battlefield, Nangong Chan is not as particular about being well-matched as other women in the royal capital.

But she is much stronger than other women.

Only by defeating her first can you have a chance to win her heart.

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When King Zhenbei came to the capital, King Liang prepared a special courtyard for him.

This courtyard is close to the palace, but it is quiet.

When Nangong Chan came back, King Zhenbei had not rested yet. After seeing her, he said calmly: "How is it? Have you met the seventh prince?"

"I saw it, it's similar to what was rumored."

"Really? That's a shame."

Nangong Fenghuo felt a little regretful, "The reason why I let you be friends with the Seventh Prince was that I was optimistic about his future and thought he would have a great chance of ascending to the throne. But now it seems that our father and daughter have failed in their investment."

As the King of Zhenbei, he naturally knew that he could not escape from the imperial court, and would inevitably be drawn into party struggles. The person he originally favored was clearly silent.

But now, the other party is useless.

"It is necessary to choose a new prince..."

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The news that the princess wanted to compete in martial arts to recruit a bride spread quickly overnight, and for a while, the streets and alleys of the royal capital were talking about it.

The news spread from the royal capital to the Jianghu.

Many people in the world are gearing up and eager to give it a try.

You know, once you become the uncle of the Prince of Zhenbei, you will reach the sky in one step. The Prince of Zhenbei is nearly sixty years old, and he can only guard the north for 20 to 30 years at most. If something unexpected happens, then the 300,000 people in the north will be

Are the troops and horses going to fall into the hands of Nangong Chan and her husband? This right is too tempting.

Several princes also took action.

The prince wrote to Wenjiabao and asked them to send young masters.

The second prince Minglong asked Xiao Que to prepare.

Compared with these two people, the advantage of the fourth prince Ming Yun is not so obvious. There are not many young talents in the Holy Fire Sect. The two most outstanding ones, Sister Fang and Hong Lian, are both women and cannot participate in the competition to recruit a bride.

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Helpless, he had no choice but to select a few talents from the aristocratic families who had taken refuge in him in the royal capital. It was better than none.

Soon, the arena was set up and it was time for the martial arts competition to recruit a bride.

On this day, the arena was surrounded by people.

Everyone from princes and nobles to common people came to join in the fun.
Chapter completed!