After Ning Guzhou finished speaking, he slowly went back to write poems.
Lu Xianchen: "..."
He was so angry that his face was deformed!
He didn't take the pot this time. After getting up, he directly attacked Ning Guzhou from the side.
Ning Guzhou didn't even raise his eyes, and successfully kicked Lu Xianchen out with a whip kick.
This time, Lu Xianchen was almost kicked to the point of vomiting blood.
Ning Changping applauded: "Okay!"
Everyone looked at her, and she asked with a smile: "Do you also think my brother played well?"
Everyone's mood was complicated.
Although Lu Xianchen's behavior was a bit shameless, he was a Qian after all. Being pushed to the ground and beaten by Ning Guzhou like this made them feel hurt.
Someone shouted: "Prince Lu, stand up and beat Ning Guzhou to death!"
Ning Changping immediately became angry. It was clearly Lu Xianchen who was provocative in front and attacked behind, but Ning Guzhou just fought back. Are they going to beat Ning Guzhou to death?
She smashed the table to pieces with her palm and asked sternly: "Who are you going to beat to death?"
The person who shouted saw the broken table in front of her and felt that the little girl in front of her looked very troublesome!
But he was so excited at this time that he didn't think much and said directly: "This is Guiqian, not Dayan, and we won't tolerate your presumption!"
"If you try to cause trouble, I'll beat you up too!"
He originally wanted to scare Ning Changping, but Ning Changping punched him away: "Come on, beat me up!"
The man: "!!!!!!"
The people next to him helped the man up in horror, his mouth was not clean.
Ning Changping rolled up his sleeves and got ready to get started. Su Letian's head was pounding. He hugged Ning Changping and said, "Changping, calm down!"
After he finished speaking, he bowed his hands to everyone and said, "Please give me some face, and let this matter go."
The man who was beaten asked: "Who are you? Why should I give you face?"
Su Letian smiled and said: "I am Su Letian, the second son of the First City and the cousin of His Royal Highness the Crown Princess."
Everyone: "..."
Their expressions were frozen on their faces. What happened today? All they met were untouchable people!
The man who was beaten said with a stiff expression: "For Mr. Su's sake, I won't argue with you today."
Ning Changping rolled up his sleeves and prepared to continue: "You don't have to give him face to argue with me!"
Everyone: "..."
Su Letian stopped Ning Changping and said, "Changping, I'll get you something delicious when you get back."
He leaned close to her ear and said: "If you really want to knock all these people down and anger the king, your brother will never want to marry your sister-in-law!"
These words made Ning Changping calm down completely.
She looked at the crowd and said, "Let me tell you, even if this is Guiqian, you don't want to bully us Qinzhou people!"
"Although there are only a few of us, we are all very capable of fighting!"
Her ability to fight this matter has been proven with practical actions, and no one will be foolish enough to try to get into trouble with her again.
Today, Ning Guzhou and Ning Changping dominated the nightmares of many of them.
The main hall is very large. Although the commotion here is not small, everyone's attention is on Ning Guzhou's side, and not many people are interfering here.
Ning Changping was still a little angry. Su Letian was afraid that she would cause trouble again, so he pulled her to the corner, took out a pack of beef jerky from his arms and handed it to her: "Quiet the fire!"
Ning Changping's anger dissipated when he saw the beef jerky. Over there, Ning Guzhou beat Lu Xianchen to the ground again.
She shouted happily: "Brother is awesome!"
This time no one came to quarrel with her.
Can't afford it!
Ning Guzhou had finished writing all the poems at this time, and Lu Xianchen was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
Ning Guzhou still had eight arrows in his hand, and he said like a gentleman: "Prince Lu, I'm going to throw a pot, so be prepared."
When Lu Xianchen heard the word "throwing a pot", he felt like vomiting blood.
He wanted to say "He admits defeat", but he felt that it would be too shameful to admit defeat like this.
Little did he know that in this moment of confusion, he missed the best opportunity to admit defeat.
The arrow in Ning Guzhou's hand had already flown towards him and hit his mute point.
Then all the remaining arrows flew towards Lu Xianchen's body, piercing various acupuncture points all over his body.
He was in so much pain that he wanted to scream loudly, but found that no sound could come out.
Ning Guzhou glanced at him indifferently, and then threw the last arrow in his hand, seemingly accidentally, into Lu Xianchen's pot.
Ning Guzhou cupped his hands to Lu Xianchen and said, "Accept!"
Lu Xianchen looked at Ning Guzhou with a bloodless face. There was unconcealed resentment and resentment in his eyes, and there was no trace of the arrogance he had when he appeared on the scene.
At this point in the competition, the result is already very obvious as to who wins and who loses.
None of the arrows in Lu Xianchen's hand fell into Ning Guzhou's arms, and he couldn't even write a poem.
Whether it was literary talent or martial arts, he lost in both!
The most important thing is that at this time, the whole body is in a state of embarrassment, and the one person is facing the wind, forming a very sharp contrast.
Liu Xingwang checked the arrows and poems and said: "The King of Qin threw an arrow into the pot and composed a poem!"
"Shizi Lu missed the arrow when he threw the pot, and he didn't write a poem. The King of Qin won!"
Tang Miaoxin applauded: "Okay!"
Ning Changping and officials from the East Palace group also cheered loudly.
When more ministers in the DPRK saw this result, they felt a little complicated.
Especially those ministers who had accepted Lu Xianchen's benefits felt a little uncomfortable when they saw Lu Xianchen being beaten to pieces by Ning Guzhou.
Tang Jiuge said to Liu Xingwang: "Read me the poem written by King Qin."
Liu Xingwang responded, lifted up the poem written by Ning Guzhou and read:
"The nobles are forcing people to come without freedom, and the dragons and phoenixes are invincible.
The hall was filled with flowers and three thousand guests were drunk, and fourteen states were frost-frozen with one sword.
The drum horns lift the sky, the air is cool, and the wind shakes the sea and mountains.
In the south, there will always be a golden pillar, which will never envy Penglai's eternal autumn."
Cheng Lixue's mouth twitched when she heard this poem. This poem was written by Guan Xiu of the Tang Dynasty, and Ning Guzhou only changed a few words.
Needless to say, Ning Guzhou saw this poem from Tang Miaoxin.
Although Cheng Lixue copied many poems, this poem was very domineering and he felt it was not very suitable for him.
He never copied it, but unexpectedly it was used by Ning Guzhou.
He glanced at Tang Miaoxin, but she was too lazy to pay attention to him. She turned around and asked Tang Jiuge: "Dad, how are you doing with the poem Gu Zhou?"
Tang Jiuge looked at Ning Guzhou, who was standing upright in the audience. His whole body was like an unsheathed sword, with its sharp edge exposed.
It took Ning Jing more than twenty years and a lot of effort to develop this kind of Ning Guzhou, but in the end it gave him an advantage.
He said with some emotion: "The hall is full of flowers and three thousand guests are drunk, and the sword frosts fourteen states. The atmosphere is also domineering, very good!"
Cheng Lixue stood up and said: "I once served as the mountain chief in the Imperial Academy of Dayan, and I was fortunate enough to see King Qin's civil administration and martial arts."
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on having such a wonderful son-in-law!"