He can't hit or scold, and he's not very good at cold wars, so this is the best way.
"My mouth feels so sore..." After an unknown amount of time, a certain woman complained.
"I will tell Emperor Xuanyuan tomorrow to start the competition again."
"Don't... I just do it."
"Stop talking nonsense and do more!" the man said coldly.
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Finally, Mu Qingya fell asleep in the middle of the man's legs.
In the darkness, Zheng Ming sighed deeply and looked at the place that was still standing. Is this punishing her or himself?
Zheng Ming accepted his fate and picked up a certain girl who was still kneeling, and gently placed her on the bed.
That night, Mu Qingya paid the price for the mistakes she made.
However, Mu Qingya felt that it was worth it to give Yan Buhuan a chance to win in this way.
Therefore, Mu Qingya, who was resurrected with full health the next day, happily ran to find Yan Buhuan, ready to congratulate her on her promotion.
Unexpectedly, there was no joy at all in the palace.
"What's going on? Why aren't you happy?"
Yan Buhuan lay on the table and frowned: "Because I will probably lose the next game."
Mu Qingya was shocked: "Oh, how can you say that? Zhao Yu is just a child."
She did not participate in the first game because she overslept. Later, she heard that the one who was fighting against Ni Jun was His Highness Zhao Yu, who was only ten years old.
Yan Buhuan put his head in his hands and frowned: "Zhao Yu is indeed ten years old, but his master is more than ten years old."
If it is really Yan Xitong, then Zhao Yu's master is probably more than 200 years old, and in terms of seniority, his father and the master servant would call Zhao Yu uncle Taizu.
How to fight this battle?
For the sake of fairness, the two top countries were given two days of rest.
That's why Yan Buhuan has time to spend time here.
"How is it possible? How can anyone live to be two hundred years old? It's really funny." Mu Qingya said with disdain. If he really lived to be two hundred years old, wouldn't he be an old monster?
"I don't want to admit it, but he really lived for that long." Yesterday, Dumpling was sent to spy on the military situation again, and he learned from Zhao Yu that his master was indeed called Yan Xitong.
Dumpling used provocation to get Zhao Yu to draw a portrait of his master. After getting the portrait, Dumpling immediately showed it to his father and master. Unexpectedly, his father and master immediately knelt down when they saw the portrait.
If it is a coincidence that the names are the same, then how can we explain that the faces are the same?
What's even more terrifying is that two hundred years have passed, and the man named Yan Xitong has not aged at all.
In the morning, her father talked to her and said it very tactfully, meaning just do your best and don't try your best because you will never be able to compete with that Zhao Yu.
She originally thought that her father was trying to foster other people's ambitions and destroy her prestige, but her father's next words immediately killed her instantly.
"Even if your master plays in person, he may not be Zhao Yu's opponent."
Mu Qingya and Yan Buhuan lay on the stone table and watched the little fish playing in the water all afternoon, and their originally good mood became extremely depressed.
"Then what should we do? Stop fighting?"
Yan Buhuan straightened up immediately with a firm face: "How is that possible?"
Even if you lose, you still have to give it a try.
Mu Qingya was anxious: "But Zhao Yu is so strong...how to fight?"
