The beach was originally a little noisy, but the sound suddenly became quiet around.

"Who?" Ji Jiashu and others beside Ying Baoyue all looked up suddenly.

Many people also heard the sound, but the people on the beach were too crowded and too tight to be able to identify for a while.

Although the person who interrupted the question was hidden in the forest, the sudden proposal caused a thousand waves.

"The third item let the top draw? Is there such a routine before?"

"I heard that the third item in the past was indeed for the practitioner to draw."

"The last session seemed to be the first-class leader..."

"But there are two leaders this year, right? Is it really a woman who can draw? What if I draw something unlucky..."

"Will she tamper with the lottery draw and deliberately draw what she is good at?"

Listening to the discussions of the people around him became increasingly unpleasant, Ji Jiashu's brows tightly locked.

This proposal is obviously malicious.

He had a premonition that if Ying Baoyue really went up to draw lots, no matter which item she drew, she would be resentful.

A practitioner who is good at this item will not be grateful to her, and a practitioner who is not good at this item will blame her for his failure.

It is believed that the existence of a woman polluted the ceremony and caused her unluckyness.

These thoughts... are really disgusting.

Ji Jiashu took a deep breath and raised his hand to Dongfangyi.

The discussions of other practitioners around continued, and the clear voice of the boy resounded throughout the beach.

"Lord Dongfang, can this third item be drawn by the kid?"

The other practitioners who were joking around were stunned and looked at Ji Jiashu one after another.

"Chun Huajun actually volunteered?"

"Is it to protect the Former Qin princess?"

"Chun Huajun is the first-class leader, and his identity is indeed suitable..."

Dongfang Yi, who was standing on the stage, glanced at the young man below the stage, his eyes paused, and he was about to nod, but one hand blocked Ji Jiashu.

"Hug Yue, you..." Ji Jiashu's pupils shrank slightly, but the girl held his shoulder tightly and refused to let him walk forward.

Li Ji's eyes also changed. He stretched his hand forward and finally retracted it into his sleeve.

Ying Baoyue turned around and looked at him and Ji Jiashu and smiled.

"I'll do it," Ying Baoyue crossed Ji Jiashu's shoulder and walked out of the crowd.

"Since someone suggested that the little girl come to draw, if the national master doesn't mind, the little girl dares to ask for the third sign." She bowed to Dongfang Yi and said with a smile.

"Princess of Former Qin, do you know what this means?" Dongfang Yi looked at her.

With Ji Jiashu's prestige, no matter what he got, no one would say anything, but she was different.

"Of course I know," Ying Baoyue smiled, "My grandfather set up military battles, hoping that all the practitioners could master the seven skills of the warriors, but only compare three at a time because of limited conditions. No matter which one they draw, I believe that all the seniors are good at and will never show their timidity."

The commotion crowd was quiet.

Wow……

Zhao Guang sighed behind him, and this was so sarcastic.

It means that no matter which one she wins, if someone says she is not good at it, then you can't blame her for being unlucky, that's because you are not capable.

"Besides, the little girl is just a representative," Ying Baoyue smiled and said, "The Qinglong God is above. No matter which item I draw, it must be the instructions of the gods and heaven."

Wow……

Zhao Guang continued to sigh, this was really shameless. Everyone knew that the Qinglong God was no longer in the sky above Dongwu. Usually, this girl would not pray to God and worship Buddha, but at this time she would say that everything was destined.

The skill of trashing the blame to the gods is simply first-class...

Ji Jiashu didn't expect Ying Baoyue to react so quickly and stood behind her.

The immortal officials on the altar looked stiff, and they wanted to refute for a while but didn't know what to say.

"Enough," Zhao Muren's speechless voice came from behind Dongfang Yi, "Just be the leader. If she wants to, let her come up and suck."

Dongfang Yi nodded, and in full view of everyone, Ying Baoyue walked up to the altar step by step.

She slowly walked to Chamberlain and said, "I'm sorry, Lord Qian."

Qian Bofang's hand holding the box was trembling for a moment. The next moment he stabilized his palm and handed the box to her.

Everyone looked at her, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere, but Ying Baoyue calmly reached into the sign box and pulled out a paper tag.

She opened the paper sign, and her expression did not change much, but just handed it to Qian Bofang.

Qian Bofang's expression changed.

However, just after he read the above project.

The crowd under the altar exploded completely.

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"I didn't expect that the princess actually won that item..."

Zhao Guang sat under the eaves of the villa of Song Qian, the stepson of the middle Tang Dynasty, held a cup of hot tea in his hand, took a sip and exhaled.

"What's wrong with that item? Whether it's big brother or Jiashu, I've been frowning since I came back yesterday."

Ji Ange walked to him and looked at the dessert scum on his legs, but still bent down to put down a plate of new dessert next to him.

It has been a whole day since the end of the first round of water war in the mid-level ceremony, but everything that happened yesterday is still vivid in my mind.

Ji Ange still remembers the surprise she stood at the door yesterday when she welcomed Ying Baoyue and others back. Although everyone looked tired, they all got a very good ranking. When she heard Ying Baoyue get to the top of the list, she jumped up happily.

The floats that reported the first round of the mid-level ceremony ran all over Ruyang City, and the entire ancient city was shocked. In addition, this water battle actually caused a battle of gods. Last night, the teahouse flower building was brightly lit, and the people of Ruyang City were excited for the whole night.

Of course, these carnival groups do not include the practitioners who returned from the beach yesterday.

After rushing around the sea for a whole day and a night, the people who were so stunning couldn't get excited. Someone who had home went home, and those who didn't go straight to the inn. They found a bed to care for him and fell asleep.

The streets of Ruyang City, which were originally busy during the day, have become much quieter today.

Ji Ange looked at the quiet Shi'an Courtyard. Most of the practitioners who came back yesterday were still sleeping, but she knew very well that everyone would get up one after another in the evening.

It was just because Ying Baoyue said yesterday that she would hold a hotpot banquet in Shi'an Courtyard tonight to celebrate the first round of everyone.

Now, the owner has not woken up yet, and the free meal has arrived early.

"Ah, this snack is really delicious. Did His Royal Highness make it?"

Zhao Guangkai chewed the biscuits, his cheeks were bulging, and Ji Ange looked at him as if he had seen a squirrel in the mountains.

"It was made by Aunt Yao, but it is indeed the prescription of His Highness the Princess, called..."

"I know, is it right?" Zhao Guang interrupted before Ji Ange finished speaking.

"Do you know?" Ji Ange was a little surprised. After all, this kind of snack should not be common in Dongwu.

"Your Highness the Princess gave me and my second brother a lot in Nanchu before," Zhao Guang licked his fingers, still feeling unsatisfied, "I added a lot of butter from the north? The taste is so fragrant that it is unforgettable."

Although the reason why Ying Baoyue gave her biscuits was said to be because Li Ji gave her too much candied fruit, and he just benefited from it, most of the biscuits fell into his stomach.

"It's because of the addition of butter. Some southerners are not used to eating it. You can eat it very well," Ji Ange looked at the three plates around Zhao Guang, and looked surprised, "Can you still eat hot pot later?"

"Don't underestimate men's appetite," Zhao Guang smiled proudly and looked at the kitchen where steam was coming out. "By the way, Your Highness the Princess has already gotten up?"

"Well," Ji Ange nodded, "She said everyone should be hungry after sleeping for a day, and said they wanted to steam some steamed buns to make their stomachs first."

"Oh!" Zhao Guang stood up excitedly, but at this moment, a hurried figure came into his eyes.

The owner of the other courtyard, Song Qian, came from the gate, with a serious expression.

"Song Stepzi, what's wrong?"

Zhao Guang and Ji Ange asked.

"Have Your Highness the Princess woke up?" Song Qian's expression was a little subtle, "Someone came to visit her at the door."

"Who? Just let him in just come in?" Zhao Guang said in confusion, and was shocked the next moment, "Is it a Xirong native?"

"That's not," Song Qian shook his head, but his expression became more complicated. He looked at the two of them and said word by word.

"I am the deputy chief examiner."
Chapter completed!