The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Chapter 230 Shocking the audience (one more)

The little eunuch took the piano case back to Prince Rui's mansion.

Princess Rui was sitting in the pavilion and yawning.

The little eunuch said, "Princess, do you want to take a look?"

Princess Rui gave a hundred hearts to what she got back from Gu Jiao, she waved her hand and said to the little eunuch, "Take it and keep it."

"Yes!" The little eunuch carried the piano case into Princess Rui's house.

The female officer Xu was instructing the maid to tidy up the house, and the little eunuch saluted her and said, "Sister Xu, the princess asked the servant to bring the violin, I don't know where to put it?"

Lady Xu found a cabinet that was often opened: "Just put it here, I'll play it in a few days."

The envoys of Liang's country were about to arrive, and the crown princess had just sent a message, hoping that Princess Rui could play a song at the palace banquet to wash away the dust for the envoys.

Really, doesn't the crown princess know that her princess is pregnant?

Princess Rui had an operation a few years ago, and she became pregnant before her body fully recovered. The imperial doctor told the princess to stay in bed and rest a lot.

Female official Xu was full of complaints, but she didn't dare to speak it out, so she closed the cabinet depressed.

In March, when the grass grows and the warblers fly, the capital is thriving.

Pedestrians on the street are crowded with each other.

The main streets of the capital are very spacious and can accommodate at least four carriages side by side at the same time, and the wider ones, such as Suzaku Street near the imperial palace, are not crowded with more than a dozen carriages.

The third son stopped the carriage firmly at the destination Gu Jiao said.

The little three looked up at the four characters of Taihe Martial Arts Hall on the plaque, and couldn't believe his eyes: "Miss Gu, did we go wrong?"

Turn left for a while, turn right for a while, turn right for a while and then turn right again, is it possible that he turned the other way?

Gu Jiao opened the curtain and looked at it, and said, "That's right, it's here."

The third child was even more confused: "No, Miss Gu, what are you doing here? Are you... going to the doctor?"

Why do I need to change clothes when I go to the doctor? Does this hospital not allow female doctors to enter?

Numerous doubts flashed in the mind of the little three.

Gu Jiao didn't answer and jumped out of the carriage: "You park the carriage in the alley and wait for me for a while."

"Oh." Little Sanzi is not a talkative person most of the time, otherwise Gu Jiao wouldn't be happy to let him drive the car.

The little three parked the carriage into the alley on the right side of the martial arts hall, and Gu Jiao stepped into the martial arts hall.

Taihe Martial Arts Hall is one of the best martial arts halls in the capital.

There are three floors. The entrance is a lobby. On the wall facing the entrance, there is a huge martial character written in cursive script. Various weapons are displayed on both sides. At this time, there are several martial arts disciples in the lobby. He gestured with his bare hands, as if discussing how to learn from each other.

It is not surprising to see strangers coming, probably because they are accustomed to strangers.

This is not surprising.

There is no martial arts in Zhao State, only Wen Ju, so Zhao State will only have one literary champion every three years, unlike Liang State and Yan State, which will also select martial arts champions across the country when they are awarded.

But Zhao Kingdom also needed martial arts talents, some of them went directly to the military camp, such as Gu Changqing; others were unwilling to serve the court, and only hoped to use their martial arts to find a way out for themselves.

The martial arts hall was born in this situation.

Although all things are inferior except for reading, there are some people who are not born to study. They want to learn martial arts. After learning martial arts, they can become bodyguards, masters, and guards in big families... In short, there is no shortage of food. It's better than shaving it from the ground.

Therefore, the martial arts hall is still very popular in Zhao Kingdom.

Of course, there are also different types of martial arts halls. In jargon, they are Qingguan and Heiguan. Qingguan means that only disciples are admitted, and they simply teach martial arts; while the black hall is much more complicated. Business.

Taihe Martial Arts Hall is a black hall.

This is what Gu Chengfeng revealed to Gu Jiao, mainly because Gu Jiao beat Gu Chengfeng every three days. Gu Chengfeng was able to narrowly beat Gu Jiao at first, but gradually Gu Jiao and him were tied, and then gradually, Gu Jiao beat him up pig head.

No matter how much he takes a beating, he won't bring such a beating!

His ability is to steal, not to be a sandbag!

If Gu Jiao wants to regain her strength in her previous life, she must keep looking for more powerful sandbags.

Gu Jiao took out a mask from her arms and put it on.

The mask was also robbed by Gu Chengfeng, and he didn't spend a single penny.

She entered the martial arts hall with ease, walked through the hanging flower door to a seemingly empty tea room, and gently turned the oil lamp on the tea table, only to hear a rumbling sound, and the walls of the tea room opened.

There was a commotion from inside.

Gu Jiao walked into the passage with a blank face, and the wall behind her closed with a bang.

After closing, the noise in front seems to be amplified.

At the end of the passage is a large martial arts arena, a three-story wooden building, two floors are wing rooms for viewing, and four air-conditioned arenas are erected in the middle of the first floor. At this time, three arenas are competing.

Gu Jiao came to the counter and lightly clasped the table with her knuckles.

Some sleepy shopkeepers yawned: "Warrior competition or wager? In martial arts competition, bet 100, and add 200 if you want a room..."

Before he finished speaking, a small fish domino landed in front of him.

The shopkeeper glanced at the little fish domino, looked startled, and woke up most of the time.

He stood up immediately, changed his face, and said with a smile: "Master Li, why are you here? Didn't you just come here a few days ago?"

Gu Jiao didn't say anything, just glanced at the roster at his hand.

The shopkeeper understood and reminded in a low voice, "East Arena."

Gu Jiao walked towards the East Arena.

The people behind Gu Jiao who were queuing up for the competition were unhappy. One of them shouted at the shopkeeper, "What's the situation? We have been queuing for a long time and haven't entered yet.

The shopkeeper sneered at a few newbies and showed the fish dominoes in his hand: "Do you know what this is?"

The crowd shook their heads.

The shopkeeper raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly, "This is a martial artist domino."

"Wu, martial artist?"

The few people who were still yelling at Gu Jiao just now fell silent.

Was that young boy who looked so weak turned out to be a martial artist?

In the martial arts hall, the master who teaches kung fu is called a martial arts master, but in the martial arts arena, only the master who has won a hundred games is qualified to be called a martial arts master.

"He-has he won fifty games?" someone exclaimed in surprise.

Generally speaking, only those who have won fifty games can be called a martial artist.

The shopkeeper clicked his tongue and said impatiently, "What are you thinking? Just one game!"

Killed a martial artist in one shot.

The rules of the major martial arts halls in the capital are to challenge opponents by leaps and bounds. As long as they win, they can take away the identity of the opponent.

But not everyone is qualified to challenge by leapfrogging. Not only do they have to sign a life and death certificate, but they also have to pay a huge deposit. Once they lose, the deposit will be fully owned by the challenged.

When the young man first arrived, he boasted that Haikou would compete with the most powerful masters in the hall that day.

According to the rules of the martial arts hall, you can only challenge two levels at most, but the little boy bet a thousand taels of silver, so the martial arts hall made an exception for him and let him challenge three levels.

The martial artist was reluctant to accept this competition at first, but the martial arts hall said something, and asked the young man to add another 500 taels of silver, and then invited the martial artist.

Leapfrog competition, life and death is conceited, this is the norm.

Everyone thought that the little boy was doomed, and no one bet on him to win, and as a result, everyone lost money.

A young man holding a sword sneered disdainfully: "Che~ What's so great about winning a martial artist? I heard that there are several martial arts masters in your martial arts hall today. I don't believe that he can still have shit luck!"

Everyone nodded, yes, he was so small, how could he possibly beat the martial artist? It must have been shit luck!

Gu Jiao didn't know what these people were talking about, so she probably wouldn't care if she knew it.

There are four arenas in the east, west, north and south, and the masters are different every day. The shopkeeper pointed to the east arena. It should be that the strongest are in this arena.

"Yan's three swordsmen win! Is there any other master who wants to challenge Yan's hero?"

On the ring, a boy dressed in martial arts clothes held a gong and a mallet and shouted while knocking.

This hero Yan has been in the ring all morning, and I don't know how many masters he has defeated, and no one dares to fight him.

"If not, Hero Yan will be today—" The servant was about to end the ring when he saw a small, light figure leaping onto the ring.

...

But he said that the old man was punished for copying the military book in the palace, and after a day and a night, he finally finished the last copy.

This is much more tiring than practicing martial arts. He was dizzy and numb in his limbs, and he almost had internal injuries.

No, the internal injury has been copied out!

Marquis Xuanping slipped out and has not returned since, and I don't know what he was doing.

The old man ignored him and stood up on the table. His legs were so numb that he almost fell to the ground. He really looked like an old man in his sixties.

The old marquis dragged his tired body and went to the imperial study to apologize to the emperor with the fried military book.

The emperor wore a net pocket on his head, and he was ugly. He was not as shameless as Xuanping Hou, and he didn't even go to the early court to protect the image of the emperor.

"Your Majesty, I have finished copying the military book." The old marquis said outside the imperial study.

"Bring it in." The emperor waved his hand impatiently.

Eunuch Wei walked over, took the military book copied by the old marquis, and whispered to the old marquis, "Go back."

The old marquis understood, and bowed respectfully in the imperial study: "Chen... retire!"

After saying that, he turned around and limped out of the palace.

The old man got into the carriage.

The coachman asked, "Master, are you all right? Are we going back to the Hou's mansion now? Would you like to find a doctor for you? You're not looking very well."

After copying the military book for so long, can you look good? Let those civil servants practice martial arts day and night, and they will become exactly the same virtue as themselves.

However, the old man was really aggrieved. Copying the book made him uncomfortable, and he didn't want to go back to the mansion to deal with Mrs. Gu's questioning.

He paused and said, "Go to the martial arts hall."

The old marquis is a frequent visitor to the martial arts hall. The martial arts hall does not know his specific identity, but only knows that he is a master, his surname is Gu, and he is very generous.

When the old marquis came to the martial arts hall, firstly, he liked to watch competitions, and secondly, he could select some buildable materials from it.

Of course, the old marquis has a very high vision, so after so many years, less than ten people were really selected by him.

And among these ten people, only two had withstood his rigorous training, and the rest were sent away.

The old man asked for a second-floor wing.

The guy asked him if he wanted to bet, and he threw a silver ingot on the table: "No."

If you don't bet, then this silver ingot is all reward.

The man smiled and put the silver ingot into his arms: "I'll make tea for you, little one! Do you want Longjing or Tieguanyin?"

"Longjing." The old man said.

"Okay!" The guy immediately went to brew a good pot of Yuqian Longjing, and took a few delicate and delicious snacks, "You take it slow, the little one is waiting outside, and you can call if something happens."

The old man waved his hand.

The guy backed out with a smile.

While drinking tea, the old marquis began to appreciate the competition on the ring.

His wing was facing the West Arena, and the view from the West Arena was the most comprehensive, but for some reason, he was attracted by the competition on the East Arena.

It was a seven-foot strong man with a double axe. His brute force and internal strength were far from being comparable to ordinary masters. However, he was facing off against an inconspicuous young man in blue clothes.

The young boy in Tsing Yi didn't even use weapons and was fighting with his bare hands.

"interesting."

After about seven or eight moves, the strong man with two axes was kicked off the competition stage by the young boy in Tsing Yi.

Soon, a master with a red ying gun jumped onto the ring.

The old man was a martial artist, and he could see at a glance that this man's martial arts were far superior to the previous two-axe master, and the young man in blue clothes was in danger.

For some reason, his heart lifted.

The young boy in Tsing Yi took the lead in making the move, and no accident, the master of the red tassel easily avoided it, leaped away in a few steps, and killed a beautiful carbine!

That gun head pierced the boy's heart!

Oops!

The old man stood up nervously!

How can you hit so hard? Is it a leapfrog competition?

It's over, the kid can't hide.

Not only did he think so, but the people around the ring were just like him.

The coldness of the spear was transmitted into the youth in Tsing Yi through the thin shirt, and the young man in Tsing Yi suddenly grabbed the spear in his left hand, and jumped up with a single kick, kicking the opponent's heart. , when it landed, it flipped over and took the red ying gun from the opponent's hand!

Some action, running clouds and flowing water, no water leaks!

The young boy in green clothes didn't give the opponent a chance to breathe at all. Taking the grab as a lever, he stood up and swept the opponent to the ground with a sweeping leg.

The young man in Tsing Yi grabbed the red ying spear and was about to stab the man fiercely, but suddenly paused, chopped off the head of the spear with his bare hands, and knocked the opponent off the ring with the barrel of the spear.

The old man was soaked with sweat.

It was frightening, but also excited. He was so excited that he wanted to end the game.

Even though the boy was wearing a mask, his figure should be in his teens, and he has such skills at a young age, which is worthy of verification of the saying - since ancient times, heroes have been young!

Of course, martial arts is only one of them.

The young man chopped off the head of the gun with his bare hands and instead used the barrel of the gun to knock the opponent off the ring, which also greatly appreciated the old man.

The haze of being punished for copying suddenly disappeared, and the old marquis felt at ease everywhere.

After that, no one dared to challenge the young boy in Tsing Yi again.

The young boy in Tsing Yi regretted leaving the ring.

"If I knew it earlier, I would lose a few games on purpose."

Gu Jiao rubbed her wrists and walked towards the entrance.

"Little brother, please stay!"

A familiar voice sounded behind her, Gu Jiao took a step and turned around strangely.

Gu Jiao put on a mask and changed her clothes. The old marquis didn't recognize her, but Gu Jiao recognized the old marquis.

Gu Jiao frowned, how much hatred and how much resentment? Are you chasing them to the martial arts hall?

The old man bowed his hands politely: "Little brother, can you take a step to speak?"

Gu Jiao didn't say anything.

It turned out that she didn't recognize her.

The old marquis thought that the young man was afraid of strangers. He smiled and said, "Don't worry about it, little brother, I have no malicious intentions. I saw that the little brother is very skilled. I want to ask if the little brother is interested in joining the army?"

No.

She is going home to cook.

The other party kept silent, and the old man looked at the other party's throat thoughtfully: "Little brother, are you... can't speak?"

Gu Jiao thought about it and nodded.

The agents in the organization actually have voice training. Women can imitate men's voices, and men can imitate women's voices, but Gu Jiao doesn't like to talk, let alone keep her at home all day long. The rest of her training scores are all first, except for her voice training.

Because she didn't know how to speak like a man, all Gu Jiao kept silent in the martial arts hall, and everyone regarded her as a mute.

The old marquis sighed with emotion, what a good seedling who is disabled and determined!

But he can't speak, and he will face a lot of trouble if he goes to the battlefield.

The old man temporarily stopped thinking about abducting Gu Jiao into the barracks, but he still wanted to make friends with this person: "Little brother, can I make a friend?"

As for the age, it's a lot worse, and it's not bad to be a year-end friend.

The old man is a real martial arts idiot. Many people think that he is naturally aggressive, but it is not the case. He is naturally good at martial arts, but martial arts and fighting are often forced to be linked together.

Gu Jiao is not interested in making such old friends.

Gu Jiao shook her head and rejected him.

The old man sighed in disappointment.

Gu Jiao turned to leave, and suddenly, Huang Zhong rushed in in a hurry: "Master! Are you here? I knew you must have come here if you don't go back to the residence!"

master?

Gu Jiao looked at Huang Zhong, and then at Laohou Ye.

Huang Zhong is the confidant of Lord Gu and the bodyguard of the Marquis of Ding'an. He calls this old man Master...

Could it be that this old man is Lord Gu's father?

"What's wrong?" The old man asked with a frown.

Huang Zhong glanced at Gu Jiao who was beside him, and vaguely felt that the temperament of this young man in Tsing Yi was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while, and he was in a hurry to talk about things, so he didn't take it to heart.

He said: "The Ling family has come, the prince is not here, the old lady told you to go back quickly."

Ling family, prince.

Very well, the identity is completely confirmed.

Gu Jiao, who had already left, suddenly folded back, took out paper and charcoal from her arms, and wrote in a swish: No, do, friend, friend, worship, handle, son, willing, willing, do you?

The old man was stunned.

Gu Jiao continued to write: worship, let, hold, son, you, son, son, just, yes, me, son, son!

"Isn't it my nephew?" The old man was successfully led astray.

Gu Jiao thought about it and wrote: No, yes, let, him, call, father!

Lord Gu: (⊙o⊙)!

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