Chapter 230

The eunuch took the piano box back to King Rui's house.

Princess Rui is sitting in the pavilion yawning.

The little eunuch said, "princess, would you like to have a look?"

Princess Rui put a hundred hearts on the things she took back from Gu Jiao. She waved her hand and said to the eunuch, "take it and take it."

"Yes The eunuch carried the piano box into Princess Rui's house.

The female officer Xu was directing the servant girl to clean up the room. The eunuch saluted her and said, "sister Xu, the princess asked the servant to take the piano. I don't know where to put it?"

Female officer Xu found a cabinet that often opened: "just put it here, and I will play it in a few days."

When the envoys of the state of Liang arrived, the Crown Princess just ordered someone to pass on the message, hoping that Princess Rui could play a song at the Palace Banquet to help the envoys.

Really, does the Crown Princess know that her Princess is pregnant?

Princess Rui had an operation years ago. She was pregnant before she recovered completely. The imperial doctors told her to stay in bed.

Female officer Xu was full of complaints, but she didn't dare to tell them, so she had to close the cupboard.

In March, when the grass grows and the warbler flies, the capital is a thriving scene.

The streets are full of pedestrians.

The main streets of the capital are very spacious, which can accommodate at least four or two carriages in parallel at the same time. If it is wider, such as Zhuque street near the Imperial Palace, more than a dozen carriages are not crowded.

The small three son will the carriage steadily stopped in Gu Jiao said destination.

Xiaosanzi looked up at the four characters of Taihe martial arts school on the plaque, a little distrusted his eyes: "Miss Gu, are we going wrong?"

Turn left for a while, turn right for a while, turn right for a while, turn right for a while, and then turn right again. Will he turn the other way?

Gu Jiao lifted the curtain to have a look, way: "yes, it is here."

Xiao Sanzi was even more confused: "no, Miss Gu, what are you doing here? Is it... A visit? "

But why do I have to change my clothes? Can't female doctors be allowed in this hospital?

Countless doubts flashed through Xiao Sanzi's mind.

Gu Jiao did not answer, jumped out of the carriage: "you stop the carriage in the alley and wait for me for a while."

"Oh." Xiaosanzi is not a talkative person most of the time, otherwise Gu Jiao would not be willing to let him drive.

Xiao Sanzi stops the carriage in the alley on the right side of the martial arts school, and Gu Jiao walks into the martial arts school.

Taihe martial arts school is one of the best martial arts schools in the capital. It has three floors. The entrance is a hall. On the wall facing the door, there is a huge character written in cursive script. On both sides are displayed various weapons. At this time, several disciples of the martial arts school are gesticulating with bare hands in the hall, as if discussing how to compete.

I'm not surprised to see strangers coming. I'm probably used to strangers.

This is not surprising.

In the state of Zhao, there is no military examination, but only the civil examination. Therefore, the state of Zhao only produces one literary champion every three years. Unlike the states of Liang and Yan, when they produce the literary champion, they also select the military champion in the whole country.

But Zhao also needed martial arts talents. Some of them went directly to military barracks, such as Gu Changqing; Some people don't want to serve the imperial court. They just want to find a way out for themselves with all their martial arts.

The martial arts school was born in this situation.

Although the only way to be inferior is to study hard, some people are not born to study hard. They want to practice martial arts. After practicing martial arts, they can be an escort, a master, or a bodyguard in a big family. In a word, they don't need food to eat. They are better than those who dig in the ground.

So the martial arts school is very popular in Zhao state.

Of course, there are also different types of martial arts schools. In the jargon, they are the Qing school and the black school. The Qing school means to only accept disciples and only teach martial arts; The black house is much more complicated. Besides recruiting students, it also adds many other businesses.

Taihe martial arts school is a black school.

This is what Gu Chengfeng revealed to Gu Jiao, mainly because Gu Jiao beat Gu Chengfeng every three days. Gu Chengfeng could still beat Gu Jiao at the beginning. Gradually Gu Jiao drew with him, and gradually Gu Jiao beat him to a pig's head.

No matter how hard he beat, he won't beat like that!

His skill is to steal, not to be a sandbag!

If Gu Jiao wants to recover her strength in her previous life, she must constantly look for more powerful sandbags.

Gu Jiao takes out a mask from her arms and puts it on.

The mask was also robbed by Gu Chengfeng. It didn't cost a penny.

She went into the martial arts school and went through the Chuihua gate to a seemingly deserted teahouse. She gently turned the oil lamp on the tea table. With a roar, the walls of the teahouse opened.

There was a lot of noise coming in.

Gu Jiao walked into the passage without expression, and the wall behind her closed with a bang.

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

At the end of the passage is a large martial arts arena, with a three storey wooden building and two floors of viewing rooms. In the middle of the first floor are four air-conditioned challenge arenas. At this time, three challenge arenas are conducting martial arts competitions.

Gu Jiao came to the counter, knuckles lightly buckle desktop.

Some sleepy shopkeepers yawned: "contest or bet? If you want a room, you can add two hundred. "

Before his words, a small fish dominoes fell in front of him.

The shopkeeper glanced at the little fish dominoes. He was stunned and dozed off.

He immediately stood up, changed his face, and said with a smile, "Mr. Li, why are you here? Didn't you just come here a few days ago? "

Gu Jiao didn't say anything, just glanced at the list he had on hand.

The shopkeeper knew and whispered: "East challenge arena."

Gu Jiao goes to the East challenge arena.

After Gu Jiao, the people who are queuing up to get the license to compete in martial arts are upset. One of them yells at the shopkeeper: "what's the situation? We haven't entered the queue for a long time. Why did he enter? Don't you mean you have to get a card to get in

The shopkeeper sneered at a few novices and showed his fishbone card: "do you know what this is?"

The crowd shook their heads.

The shopkeeper raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly, "this is the dominoes of the martial arts master."

"Martial arts, martial arts master?"

Those who were still shouting and dissatisfied with Gu Jiao were all silent.

Is that seemingly weak young man a martial arts teacher?

In a martial arts school, a master who teaches Kung Fu is called a martial arts master. However, in a martial arts competition, an expert who has won 100 games is qualified to be called a martial arts master.

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

Generally speaking, only those who have won 50 games can be called a martial arts master.

The shopkeeper tut a, impatient way: "think what?"? Just one

I killed a martial arts master in one fight.

According to the rules of the major martial arts schools in Beijing, if you challenge your opponent, you can take away his identity as long as you win.

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

When the young man first came, he boasted that Haikou would compete with the most powerful experts in the museum that day.

According to the rules of the martial arts school, you can only challenge at least two levels, but the young man has put a whole thousand taels of silver on the table, so the martial arts school broke the rule for him and let him challenge at three levels.

At first, the martial arts master didn't want to take over the contest, but the martial arts school asked the boy to add another 500 taels of silver, so he asked the martial arts master to move.

It's the rule of the trade to compete at a higher level and be conceited of life and death.

Everyone thought that the young boy was dead. No one bet on him to win. As a result, everyone lost money.

A young man holding a sword scorned and said, "what's so great about winning a martial arts master? I heard that some martial arts experts came to your martial arts school today, but I don't believe that he can get lucky! "

They all nodded. Yes, he is so thin. How can he win the martial arts master? It must have been bad luck!

Gu Jiao is not aware of these people's hot discussion, know most will not care.

There are four challenge arenas in the East, West, North and south. The masters are different every day. The shopkeeper points to the East challenge arena, which should be the strongest.

"Three swordsmen win! Is there any master who wants to challenge great Xia Yan? "

On the challenge arena, a young man in a martial arts school, carrying a gong and a club, knocked and yelled.

This great Xia Yan has been guarding the arena all morning. I don't know how many experts he has defeated. No one dares to fight him any more.

"If not, great Xia Yan will today --" little Si was about to finish the challenge, when he saw a light little figure leaping into the challenge arena.

……

But he said that the old Marquis had copied military books in the imperial palace. He copied them all day and night, and finally finished the last copy.

It's much more tiring than practicing martial arts. He is dizzy and numb in his limbs. He almost has internal injuries.

No, it's an internal injury!

Xuanping Marquis has slipped out since he fought. He hasn't come back yet. He doesn't know what he's doing.

The old Marquis ignored him and stood up on the table. His legs were so numb that he almost fell to the ground. He really looked like a man in his sixties.

The old Marquis dragged his tired body and went to the imperial study to make amends to the emperor with the fried military books.

The emperor wore a net bag on his head. He was so ugly that he was not so shameless as Xuanping marquis. In order to keep the image of the emperor, he didn't even go to the early court.

"Your Majesty, I have finished copying the book of war." The old Marquis said outside the imperial study.

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

Duke Wei went over and took the military script copied by the old Marquis. He whispered to the old Marquis, "come back."

The old Marquis understood and saluted respectfully in the imperial study: "I'm leaving!"

Then he turned around and limped out of the palace.

The Marquis got into the carriage.

The coachman asked, "master, are you ok? Are we going back to Houfu now? Would you like to find a hospital for you? You don't look well

Can you look good after copying the book of war for so long? Let those civil servants as like as two peas in a day and a night, they will become the same virtues as themselves.

However, the old Marquis was really depressed. He was so sad to copy books that he didn't want to go back to the government to deal with Mrs. Gu's questions.

He paused and said, "go to the martial arts school."

The old Marquis is a regular customer of the martial arts school. The martial arts school does not know his specific identity. It only knows that he is a master, surnamed Gu, who is very generous.

When the old Marquis comes to the martial arts school, he likes to watch martial arts competitions, and he can select some talents from them.

Of course, the Marquis's vision is very high, so after so many years, less than ten people have been selected by him.

Of the ten, only two survived his rigorous training, and the rest were sent away.

The Marquis asked for a wing room on the second floor.

The man asked him if he wanted to bet. He threw a silver spindle on the table: "no need."

If you don't bet, the silver spindle will be a reward.

The man grinned and put the silver spindle into his arms: "I'll make you tea! Do you want Longjing or Tieguanyin? "

"Longjing." The old Marquis said.

"Good!" The man immediately went to brew a pot of good Longjing before the rain, and took some delicate and delicious snacks, "you use it slowly, the small one is waiting outside, please call me if you have something."

The Marquis waved his hand.

The man stepped back with a smile.

While drinking tea, the Marquis began to enjoy the martial arts competition in the challenge arena.

His wing room is facing the West challenge arena, which has the most comprehensive view. However, somehow, he was attracted by the competition in the East challenge arena.

He was a seven foot strong man with two axes. His brute force and internal power were far more than those of ordinary experts. However, he was a little boy in green.

The young man in green clothes didn't even use weapons. He was fighting with each other unarmed. Rao was so, the other side still couldn't get the upper hand.

"It's interesting."

After about seven or eight moves, the strong man with two axes was kicked down by the young man in green.

Soon, a master with a red tassel gun jumped into the challenge arena.

The old Marquis is a martial arts practitioner. At a glance, he can see that his martial arts is far better than the previous master with two axes. The young man in green is in danger.

Somehow, his heart was raised.

The young boy in Tsing Yi took the lead in fighting. Without any accident, the red tassel gun master easily avoided it and took a few steps to kill a beautiful rifle!

The head of the gun went straight into the boy's heart!

too bad!

The Marquis stood up nervously!

How can you fight so hard? Is it a leapfrog contest?

It's over. The kid can't hide.

Not only does he think so, but also the people around the challenge arena.

The coldness of the spear came into the young man's body through his thin clothes. The moment he poked at the center, the young man's left hand suddenly held the spear, jumped up with the help of his left hand, kicked the other man's heart, flipped over when he landed, and handed over the red tassel gun from the other man's hand!

A movement, flowing, dripping!

The little boy in green clothes didn't give the other party a chance to breathe. He took the pole for grabbing and jumped up. He swept the other side to the ground with a sweeping leg.

The young man in green grabbed the red tassel gun and was about to hurl it at the man. However, he suddenly stopped, cut off the head of the gun with his bare hand, and hit the opponent down the challenge arena with the barrel of the gun.

The Marquis was soaked with sweat.

He was scared and excited. He was so excited that he wanted to end up.

Although the young man wore a mask, his figure should not be more than a teenager. He had such skill at a young age, which is worthy of verifying the saying that since ancient times, heroes are young!

Of course, martial arts is only one.

The young man cut off the head of the gun with his bare hands and used the gun to shoot the opponent down the challenge arena, which also made the old Marquis greatly appreciate.

The haze of being punished for copying suddenly disappeared, and the Marquis felt comfortable everywhere.

After that, no one dares to challenge the young man in green.

The young man in Qingyi went to the challenge arena with regret.

"If I had known, I would have lost a few games on purpose."

Gu Jiao rubbed her wrist and walked towards the entrance.

"Little brother, please stay!"

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

Gu Jiao put on a mask and changed her dress. The Lord didn't recognize her, but Gu Jiao recognized the Lord.

Gu Jiao frowned. How bitter was she? Back to the martial arts school?

The old Marquis arched his hand politely: "little brother, can you take a step to talk?"

Gu Jiao didn't make a sound.

The old Marquis thought that the young man was afraid of strangers. He laughed and said, "don't worry, little brother. I don't have any malice. I see that my little brother is very good. Do you want to know if he is interested in joining the army?"

No,

She's going home to cook.

The other side kept silent again and again. The old Marquis looked at the other side's throat thoughtfully: "little brother, are you... Speechless?"

Gu Jiao thought and nodded.

In fact, the agents in the organization have voice training. Women can imitate men's voice, and men can also imitate women's voice. But Gu Jiao doesn't like to talk, let alone let her stay at home all day. The rest of her training results are the first, only voice training is the penultimate.

Because she couldn't speak like a man, Gu Jiao didn't speak in the martial arts school. Everyone thought she was dumb.

The old Marquis was filled with emotion. He is really a good young man with strong wills!

It's not necessarily a good thing for such a young man to go to war. If he can't hear, he will lose a lot of judgment.

The old Marquis took a break and turned Gu Jiao into the barracks, but he still wanted to make friends with this man: "little brother, can you make a friend?"

As for age, it's much worse. It's good to be a good friend.

The Marquis is a real Wuchi. Many people think that he is naturally aggressive, but in fact he is not. He is naturally martial, but martial and fighting are often forced to be linked together.

Gu Jiao is not interested in making such old friends.

Gu Jiao shook her head and refused him.

The Marquis sighed with disappointment.

Gu Jiao turns around and leaves. Suddenly, Huang Zhong rushes in: "master! Are you here? I knew you must have come here if you didn't go back to your house! "

Master?

Gu Jiao looks at Huang Zhong and the old Marquis.

Huang Zhong is the confidant of marquis Gu and the bodyguard of marquis Ding'an. He calls this old man master

Is this old man the father of marquis Gu?

"What's the matter?" The old Marquis asked with a frown.

Huang Zhong glanced at Gu Jiao, who was beside him. He vaguely felt that the young man in green was a little familiar with his temperament, but he didn't remember where he had seen him for a while. In addition, he was anxious to say something, so he didn't take it to heart.

He said: "the Ling family is coming. The son of the world is not here. The old lady asked you to go back quickly."

Ling family, Shizi.

Good. The identity is completely established.

Gu Jiao, who had gone away, suddenly came back, took out a piece of paper and a charcoal pen from her arms and wrote: "no, do, friend, friend, worship, Ba, son, wish, will, will?"?

The old Marquis was stunned.

Gu Jiao continued to write: worship, Le, Ba, Zi, you, er, Zi, Jiu, yes, me, er, Zi!

"Isn't it nephew?" The Marquis was successfully led astray.

Gu Jiao thought about it and wrote: No, OK, let, he, Jiao, Dad!