This man, Yong'an Hou, has a narrow aura, a sweet mouth, a sword-like belly, and is sinister and vicious, and is the most revengeful person.

The Marquis of Pingxi was not in dealing with him, which made him ugly in front of the emperor. He appeared to be friendly with Pingxi Hou, but actually held a grudge. Later, the Marquis of Yong'an planned to frame Pingxi Hou, which completely lost his holy heart and was dismissed from his official position.

The Marquis of Pingxi was depressed and fell seriously ill. The Marquis of Pingxi was defeated.

At that time, he had been disfigured and his position as Prince of Pingguo was taken away by his cousin. When he learned about this, he was helpless and helpless.

Now, it's still time.

He wanted to remind his uncle Pingxi Hou that he must be careful and be wary of Yong'an Hou.

The Marquis of Yong'an really abandoned the sword and gave up. He Qi was far away and could not hear what the Marquis of Yong'an said. However, after a few words, the Marquis of Pingxi laughed and patted Yong'an on the shoulder with a complacent look on his face.

Then, the two people who had fought to the point of darkness before went to meet the saint in a kind manner.

This Yong'an Hou!

A hint of coldness flashed in He Qi's eyes.

The snare drum sounded three times again!

The next competition has begun!

Want to rest when you are tired? Want to eat when you are hungry? Want to drink water when you are thirsty?

None exists.

The election of the imperial guards is not only about force, but also about physical strength and endurance.

At noon, Emperor Xuanhe and the princes on the platform left first. The generals also dispersed, looking for a place to fill their stomachs before watching the battle.

Two hours later, there were only thirty young men left in the martial arts field.

After most of the day, all the teenagers were tired, hungry and thirsty.

There are only two people who can stand straight.

One is Pei Zhang and the other is He Qi.

...

Pei Zhang won every game, winning more than 50 games in total. He Qi also won every game, and each game ended in a very short time. In this way, after one game, there will be a short rest time to recover your physical strength.

Therefore, among the teenagers who were sweating like red faces, He Qi's expression had almost not changed much, and his calmness made people gritted their teeth.

Pei Zhang looked at He Qi, and his heart was filled with haze.

He had the best of his competition and had no time to pay attention to He Qi. But he knew clearly that He Qi was his biggest enemy.

After most of the day of the competition, he consumed most of his physical strength and endurance. Although he could still hold on, he was more than just a little worse than He Qi's calmness and ease.

There is only one leader, is it him or He Qi?

He Qi looked straight at Pei Zhang without any hesitation.

Pei Zhang took a deep breath and clenched the sword in his hand tightly.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

The snare drum sounds again!

The next competition begins!

There are thirty young men on the field, divided into fifteen groups. They can be called young masters until now. They are evenly matched, and the competition is particularly exciting.

The generals sitting on the platform watched the battle with great interest and commented from time to time.

"The sword technique of the Sanlang of He family is indeed extremely fierce! The young man who fought against him has lost his fighting spirit and will lose if he does not take ten moves!"

"I heard that the Pei family's son is both civil and military, and he is indeed well-known. He won more than fifty games in a row, but none of them were defeated! He is a hero who is a young man!"

"Huh? Who is the young man who was beaten so hard that he couldn't get up? After losing so many games, he was hopeless for being selected. He did not withdraw from the competition and persisted until now. He was very energetic!"

Isn't it?

Look at the handsome face, I was beaten up so badly, how could it be so miserable! The generals who were as strong as ice were also a little soft-hearted and sighed.

Pingxi Hou twitched the corner of his mouth and silently looked away.

This brat, after losing so many games, has long been hopeless for being selected. Why are you still stupid and persistent? Is it fun to get beaten?

Emperor Xuanhe also noticed the boy who had been beaten and admitted defeat but insisted on not withdrawing from the competition.

"Who is that boy in blue?" asked Emperor Xuan He.

Pingxi Hou stood up with everyone's eyes, "Back to the emperor, this is Qi Jue, the second son who is not good at last."

Emperor Xuanhe laughed casually and said, "The tiger father has no dog son! This is true!"

Pingxi Hou: "..."

The Yong'an Hou, who was so frustrated, had a red and white face in his heart, and his mood suddenly became much more pleasant.

He could not defeat the reckless man of Pingxi Hou.

However, it is far inferior to his son, the Marquis of Pingxi.

...

Another half an hour passed.

Ten more quits on the field, leaving only twenty teenagers.

Zhu Qijue was dizzy and his whole body was weak, and he could barely stand with his extraordinary perseverance. The opponent standing opposite him was He Qi.

He Qi was also a little embarrassed and opened his mouth, "Cousin, you should withdraw from the competition!"

Zhu Qijue tried his best to straighten his chest: "No, I want to hold on until the end..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes turned black and his legs became weak, and he fainted.

He Qi quickly reached out to support Zhu Qijue.

The guard in charge of scoring the imperial guards hurried forward and helped Zhu Qijue aside. Ye Lingyun and Zheng Qinghan rested for more than half a day and had recovered their strength long ago. They hurried forward to support Zhu Qijue.

"Are you guys beaten up your brain?" Zheng Qinghuai muttered: "I lost more than fifty games and lost more than forty games. I'm just going to be beaten up until now."

"That's not it!" Ye Lingyun was also helpless: "He San said those things before, it was obvious that he was deliberately scaring us. This stupid Zhu Er took it seriously."

Can you still be a happy playboy?

Zhu Qijue fainted for half an hour.

When I woke up, it happened to be the last competition.

It was already dim at this time.

The teenagers who had been competing for a whole day had never eaten, had never drunk water, and had not rested. They had been persistent until now with their tenacious will. In the last competition, everyone looked at their last opponent, and their eyes burst out with light.

In the last game, He Qi plays against Pei Zhang.

"You and I both won 65 games." Pei Zhang looked at He Qi calmly and said slowly: "In the 66th game, whoever wins is the leader!"

He Qi raised his eyebrows: "You can give up now!"

Pei Zhang sneered, raised the long sword in his hand, and pointed it straight at He Qi.

He Qi held the long knife in his hand tightly, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.

...

This day, Cheng Jinrong was feeling a little uneasy.

However, after one day, patients came and went in the pharmacy, and she was busy seeing the doctor and prescriptions, which was no different from usual.

In the evening, all the patients who received the license plate were over. They were about to go home with their cousins, but then another patient came.

A man in his forties who had been to the pharmacy for treatment came to seek medical treatment with an old woman with abdominal pain like a twist in a flatbed cart.

The old woman was over 60 years old, with gray hair and thin face. She felt a lot of pain in her abdomen, and the old woman cried out in pain.

The man was heartbroken when he heard this, and he stepped forward and knelt down, and kowtowed three times: "Miss Cheng, okay, save my mother."
Chapter completed!