There is no problem with Yan Que. No matter from every aspect, he can surpass Xuanyuan Ci by several blocks.
Xuanyuan Ci was delighted when he heard this, and said, "Wow, let's compete. Anyway, he can't beat Yan Que."
When King Changping heard this, he became anxious: "How can we do that? Your Majesty is a noble man, how can you use swords and guns with others?"
When the emperor heard this, he thought it made sense.
At this time, Jiao Li spoke.
"Father, I heard that there is a martial arts competition among the people. Since ancient times, a tiger father has no sons. I think the same goes for Princess Changping. It would be better to let her choose a suitable husband by herself. Isn't this better?"
As soon as Jiao Li finished speaking, Chang Ping's eyes lit up.
She stood up boldly and said: "Your Majesty, my daughter is willing to compete in martial arts to recruit a bride."
These words made Yan Buhuan sneer inwardly. With her acting like that, who else could she beat except Xuanyuan Ci?
The scene began to boil, because this was the first time in history, and even Yan Hui became very interested.
"Father..." Xuanyuan Ci stumbled out, knelt down in front of the emperor, and raised his pitiful face: "Father, I also have something to say."
The emperor is already very worried about this marriage grant. This person has something to say, that person has something to say, but whose opinion should he listen to?
"What do you want to say?" the emperor asked impatiently.
"Father, I was injured a few days ago. I'm afraid I won't be able to compete with Prince Yan. Otherwise, will I voluntarily admit defeat?"
If there weren't so many people here, the emperor would really want to slap him for being so worthless? Why didn't he say that he would also give up his title to Yan Que?
In fact, Xuanyuan Ci did this because he was afraid that if Yan Que suddenly regretted it during the fight and pretended to let him, wouldn't it be over?
"I do have a good idea." King Zheng, who was worried that the world would not be in chaos, spoke again.
At this time, it seems that this man is the only one who can speak with any confidence.
Prince Zheng held the wine glass and said, "If it doesn't work out, I will choose two people from among the many people to replace the prince and the crown prince, so as not to hurt the harmony."
"That's not bad." Yan Hui nodded. He was also afraid that his son would strike too hard and beat Xuanyuan Ci to some extent.
Yan Que accepted it happily: "Thank you, King Zheng, for reminding me."
King Zheng nodded and continued to drink with his head down.
Seeing this, Yan Buhuan finally understood.
Everyone has the attitude of watching a play. The joys and sorrows of the people in the play have nothing to do with them. They just want to enjoy watching it.
"My princess is willing to fight on behalf of Prince Ci." Chang Yin stood up volunteered, with full confidence in his eyes.
Yan Buhuan was stunned.
She thought that Chang Yin didn't know martial arts, otherwise why would he be kicked into the water by Dumpling? But then she thought about it, and she was right, Dumpling was the little prince, and Chang Yin would not dare to be disrespectful to Dumpling no matter how brave he was.
The Xuanyuan Kingdom is a famous fighting nation, and it is nothing new for women to learn martial arts. King Changping fought in all directions, and there is a saying that a tiger father has no dog son.
Yan Buhuan had just arrived and was not sure about many things, but this Chang Yin surprised her quite a bit.
"Prince Yan, please choose someone." The emperor said kindly.
Yan Que turned his attention to Yan Buhuan without hesitation.
What are you looking at her for?
Yan Buhuan thought that Yan Que had seen the wrong person, and subconsciously moved to the side, but Yan Que's eyes were like glue, holding her tightly.
"It can't be me, right?" Yan Buhuan questioned with her lips.
Yanque nodded subconsciously, it's you.
There is no problem with Yan Que. No matter from every aspect, he can surpass Xuanyuan Ci by several blocks.
Xuanyuan Ci was delighted when he heard this, and said, "Wow, let's compete. Anyway, he can't beat Yan Que."
When King Changping heard this, he became anxious: "How can we do that? Your Majesty is a noble man, how can you use swords and guns with others?"
When the emperor heard this, he thought it made sense.
At this time, Jiao Li spoke.
"Father, I heard that there is a martial arts competition among the people. Since ancient times, a tiger father has no sons. I think the same goes for Princess Changping. It would be better to let her choose a suitable husband by herself. Isn't this better?"
As soon as Jiao Li finished speaking, Chang Ping's eyes lit up.
She stood up boldly and said: "Your Majesty, my daughter is willing to compete in martial arts to recruit a bride."
These words made Yan Buhuan sneer inwardly. With her acting like that, who else could she beat except Xuanyuan Ci?
The scene began to boil, because this was the first time in history, and even Yan Hui became very interested.
"Father..." Xuanyuan Ci stumbled out, knelt down in front of the emperor, and raised his pitiful face: "Father, I also have something to say."
The emperor is already very worried about this marriage grant. This person has something to say, that person has something to say, but whose opinion should he listen to?
"What do you want to say?" the emperor asked impatiently.
"Father, I was injured a few days ago. I'm afraid I won't be able to compete with Prince Yan. Otherwise, will I voluntarily admit defeat?"
If there weren't so many people here, the emperor would really want to slap him for being so worthless? Why didn't he say that he would also give up his title to Yan Que?
In fact, Xuanyuan Ci did this because he was afraid that if Yan Que suddenly regretted it during the fight and pretended to let him, wouldn't it be over?
"I do have a good idea." King Zheng, who was worried that the world would not be in chaos, spoke again.
At this time, it seems that this man is the only one who can speak with any confidence.
Prince Zheng held the wine glass and said, "If it doesn't work out, I will choose two people from among the many people to replace the prince and the crown prince, so as not to hurt the harmony."
"That's not bad." Yan Hui nodded. He was also afraid that his son would strike too hard and beat Xuanyuan Ci to some extent.
Yan Que accepted it happily: "Thank you, King Zheng, for reminding me."
King Zheng nodded and continued to drink with his head down.
Seeing this, Yan Buhuan finally understood.
Everyone has the attitude of watching a play. The joys and sorrows of the people in the play have nothing to do with them. They just want to enjoy watching it.
"My princess is willing to fight on behalf of Prince Ci." Chang Yin stood up volunteered, with full confidence in his eyes.
Yan Buhuan was stunned.
She thought that Chang Yin didn't know martial arts, otherwise why would he be kicked into the water by Dumpling? But then she thought about it, and she was right, Dumpling was the little prince, and Chang Yin would not dare to be disrespectful to Dumpling no matter how brave he was.
The Xuanyuan Kingdom is a famous fighting nation, and it is nothing new for women to learn martial arts. King Changping fought in all directions, and there is a saying that a tiger father has no dog son.
Yan Buhuan had just arrived and was not sure about many things, but this Chang Yin surprised her quite a bit.
"Prince Yan, please choose someone." The emperor said kindly.
Yan Que turned his attention to Yan Buhuan without hesitation.
What are you looking at her for?
Yan Buhuan thought that Yan Que had seen the wrong person, and subconsciously moved to the side, but Yan Que's eyes were like glue, holding her tightly.
"It can't be me, right?" Yan Buhuan questioned with her lips.
