He Fang felt a chill in his heart, and his whole face wrinkled into a bitter chrysanthemum.
Arena... Sparring training...
With his current strength, he would either die or be beaten. He really didn't want to go.
He pretended not to hear, touched quietly without making any sound, and controlled his breathing.
"Xiao Fangzi? The old slave is looking for you now. When Her Royal Highness the Princess comes to find you, she won't be so polite!"
He Fang's chrysanthemum tightened and he immediately got dressed and got out of bed.
He knew that Diriyah would be in trouble when he took the initiative to look for him. Rather than that, it would be better to go now, at least he would not encounter Diriyah in a furious state.
Pushing open the door, he saw an old eunuch wearing coarse black clothes and full of yellow teeth.
"Father, good morning." He Fang smiled and scratched his head.
"Thank you for coming out. Do you know what happened to those little eunuchs who pretended not to hear and did not go to the arena?" The old eunuch's voice was shrill and harsh.
"What ending?" He Fang opened his eyes wide.
"If you cut your body 10,086 times, you will die only after the 10,087th cut! Without exception!" the old eunuch said vividly, as if he was immersed in the scene.
He Fang felt a chill in his crotch and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.
The words the old eunuch said made him feel uncomfortable all over, and the voice the old eunuch spoke also made him feel uncomfortable.
The voice was shriller than a woman's. He was glad that he was not a real eunuch, otherwise his voice would become like that in the future, neither yin nor yang, neither male nor female. Thinking about it made him feel sick.
He didn't say a word along the way, always thinking about how to deal with it later.
Also, was the dream last night true?
He had read some of Zhou Gong's interpretation of dreams before, and many dreams were reversed. He very much hoped that the dream he had last night was also reversed!
After thinking about it, he was taken to the gate of the arena by the old eunuch.
The arena is open-air, with high sides and low center, a bit like a circular basin.
The old eunuch opened the door, made a "please" gesture, and then slowly moved away.
At this moment, there was no wind around, but it felt chilly somewhere.
I stepped into the arena alone. Before I could see anything clearly, the door behind me slammed shut with a loud bang!
His body trembled for a moment, and then he quickly adjusted himself and moved forward step by step, walking very slowly.
It was like going to a gathering place for literati for the first time... so nervous and uneasy.
In front of him were armored soldiers, eunuchs like him, and some palace maids carrying medicine boxes. Qingwen was one of them.
"Xiao Fangzi, you're finally here!" Qingwen saw He Fang and ran over to greet her.
"Wenwen, are you here too?" He Fang couldn't help but ask.
"I am responsible for treating the wounded, so that they can recover in the shortest possible time and continue the duel with the master." Qingwen shook the medicine box, making a clanging sound.
He Fang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and felt his throat was very dry.
"Let's go quickly. Those eunuchs are so bad that they can't last even one round. You have to work hard and don't let the master down." Qingwen turned around and led the way. She twisted and twisted as she walked, but it was a pity that she couldn't see it.
front.
"Wait a minute, why did I see Her Royal Highness only beating eunuchs? Not soldiers?" He Fang looked confused.
"This is a real fight, not a fake fight. The soldiers are there to protect their families and the country. One of them dies and one is missing. But the eunuch is different." At the end of the sentence, Qingwen couldn't help but sigh and turned to look at He Fang.
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Those eyes were full of pity, as if to say: Xiao Fangzi, please be more diligent. If you die, who will treat me to dinner?
He Fang noticed the strange look in Qingwen's eyes and asked tentatively, "Really beating? Will someone die? Wenwen, please tell me, you were just scaring me just now."
"Why should I scare you? No one invited me to dinner and asked me to scare you at the dinner table. Everything I say is true. Believe it or not." Qingwen pursed her lips and continued to walk forward.
He Fang felt cold in his heart, and the muscles all over his body seemed to be cold.
As he continued walking forward, he saw more and more eunuchs being carried out.
Some were seriously injured, some were slightly injured, and some were already dead...
Gudong.
He couldn't help but swallowed, feeling mixed in his heart.
After walking a few more steps, he finally came to the opposite side of Dilya.
Diriyah is wearing armor, shining with silver.
The battle helmet not only protected the head, but also protected the face with an iron grid, making Diriyah's face almost invisible.
The sword in his hand was a real sword, gleaming under the sunlight, and the blade was still bleeding from the blood of the previous eunuch.
"She is already very strong. Who can beat her when she puts on this armor?" He Fang thought to himself.
"Xiao Fangfang? You're finally here." Dilya's voice was playful.
"The little one is here, please..."
"Technician!" Dilya suddenly interrupted He Fang, her voice high.
He Fang was stunned. He felt that he had just heard wrong.
What? Technician?
Just when he was thinking about it, he saw the technician.
The technician he saw was somewhat different from the technician he imagined.
First of all, the technician I saw was a man, and he was also a soldier wearing armor! He exuded the aura of a man!
Diriyah gave instructions casually, "Just tell Xiao Fangfang the rules briefly, and then let him go into battle."
The soldier nodded in agreement, then walked towards the direction with his armor and sword, and then explained patiently.
He Fangting's eyes were blurry, he had already lost his mind.
Now his thoughts are all on the gathering place of literati... They are all on the technician he met for the first time...
It wasn't until the soldier handed the armor to his hand that he came back to his senses.
He hurriedly put on his armor, picked up his sword, and then stood face to face with Diriya. A 1v1 peak showdown between a man and a woman began!
The soldier gave the last instruction, "If you survive one round, you will get a day's rest with pay. If you survive three rounds, you will get a week's rest with pay. If you survive ten rounds, you will be rewarded with ten taels of silver... After fighting for fifty rounds, you will be promoted to holding a halberd."
Eunuch! Good luck!"
It sounds good, but I don't know how it will actually work.
Before I could think about it, I heard Dilya shout, "Little Fangfang! Show your sword!"
He Fang curled up his lips. Of course he would not refuse such a request!
He quickly lit up all the swords on his body... ready to fight.
Before she could hold the sword firmly in her hand, Diriya rushed over in a fierce manner. This posture was almost exactly the same as the dream she had last night!
Before he could react, Diriya had already rushed in front of him.
Bang——
Along with a heavy sound, he felt his helmet being hit hard by the hilt of the sword, vibrating back and forth, and his head was buzzing.
He knew that there was a big gap in strength between him and Dilya, but he didn't expect that the gap was so big!
In his haste, he quickly thought of a way and fell to the ground, motionless.
"It's so boring. Those supplements yesterday were for nothing! If I hadn't seen you fighting with my second sister a week later, I would have killed you just now! What a... little loser!" Diriyah curled her lips and backhanded her.
He drew his sword and put it back into its scabbard, his eyes showing an invincible feeling of loneliness.
At this moment, a carp stood up and rushed toward Diriya like lightning!