My enemies became my companions

Chapter 323 Choosing Him as a Son-in-Law (Two-in-One)

"I said that it is impossible for this person to have a private relationship with Wei Ying."

The princess wanted to nod, but her woman's intuition made her doubtful, so she said:

"Lets see."

King Jing looked in the direction of Chen Yi.

The more he looked at this man, the more upset King Jing became.

To relieve his boredom, he called a servant up and asked:
"Where is Otomo Huangbao?"

"Reporting to the master, Huang Bao found three taels of silver today and is drinking now." The servant reported.

After hearing this, King Jing laughed angrily and said, "What a dog slave! Call him over here right now to tell me about the fun."

"Yes." the servant replied.

Rich families often keep servants. These servants do not do heavy or tiring work. Their job is to entertain their masters, tell jokes, and say congratulations. Most of those who can do these things are regular eunuchs who please their masters very much.

Huang Bao is such a servant. He came to the palace in the 26th year of Qingying and has been working there for five or six years.

The servant went to call Huang Bao over, and on the other side, the scholars who had been arranged in advance had surrounded Chen Yikuai, greeting him in various ways, and saying a few words such as "I have long heard of your great name" and "You are both talented in literature and martial arts", etc., then they picked up rice paper and brushes and ink and asked him to write a poem.

Chen Yi bowed several times, but was always regarded as a refusal. At this time, the maid had already ground the ink and spread out the paper, but the thousand-householder was not grateful.

Seeing him turn around and force his way out, King Jing frowned slightly and immediately said:
"Captain Chen, everyone is saying this, so don't refuse. I don't think you are someone who seeks fame. Poetry is not parallel prose, so what's the difficulty? Even if you write a poem casually, it will definitely be a masterpiece. If someone doesn't think it is a masterpiece, then tell me. Now that we have come to this point, if you still refuse, you are offending me."

After hearing the unhurried words, Chen Yi turned around and glanced at the prince indifferently.

The calmness in his eyes confused King Jing, as he didn't seem to care much.

At this time, the nun looked at Chen Yi cautiously, with a hint of pleading.

Catching her gaze, Chen Yi sighed and walked to the table.

When King Jing heard him let out a long sigh, he felt a little nervous for no reason.

Chen Yi picked up the wolf-hair brush, dipped it in ink, and immersed the tip of the brush in the ink for a long time. He took a deep breath, and his every move and gesture showed the aura of a famous artist.

Could it be that he can really write poetry?

King Jing's fingertips trembled slightly and he swallowed his saliva. Wasn't he really going to die by rushing into the other person's knife?
In the distance, the pen and ink hung on the paper for a long time.

Chen Zunming began to think,
Chen Zunming condensed his life's literary talent.

Chen Zunming suddenly had an inspiration.

Snapped.

The wolf-hair brush suddenly fell, and Chen Yi turned and left, saying casually:

"I can't write, next one."

After he finished speaking, he did not stop and pulled Yin Tingxue to leave the Prince Jing's Mansion.

This scene stunned everyone at the poetry gathering, and they looked at each other in bewilderment. King Jing and the Queen on the main seat were even more stunned and confused. Only Yin Weiying was half laughing and half feeling uncomfortable.

She smiled secretly because such a scene was truly unexpected, and she felt sad because Chen Yi was leaving like this, and he didn't even have anything nice to say to his parents.

Chen Yi walked out of the venue. King Jing would never let him go like this, so he slammed the table and said:
"Captain Chen, please stay."

Chen Yi did not stop.

King Jing was furious upon seeing this and waved his hand. A middle-aged man with a sword walked out slowly from the crowd with a bit of arrogance on his face. Someone recognized him as Li Yingheng, the deputy owner of Zhujian Villa.

Holding Yin Tingxue, Chen Yi saw someone blocking the way, his face turned cold, he turned around and looked at King Jing and said:

"Your Majesty, what does this mean? Why can't you let the guest leave when he wants to?"

King Jing had been a prince for many years, so how could he be weak at this moment? He said:

"Today is a poetry gathering, and those who come here are supposed to write poems. I have said that even if it is just a random poem, it will be fine. Now that I have come to this, Captain Chen left without asking. Isn't that showing too little respect for me?"

Chen Yi simply said: "But I never took you seriously."

"you!"

After these merciless words were spoken, King Jing slammed the table, and Li Yingheng took a step forward with his hand on his sword.

The poetry gathering suddenly fell silent, and a tense atmosphere emerged.

Yin Weiying stared at the scene, suppressing his expression, and his hand holding the teacup clenched tightly.

After a while, under the Fenggu Hall plaque, King Jing calmed down, put his hands behind his back and said:

"If you come back and write a poem, I will not pursue the matter. It will not hurt the harmony of the capital. How about making friends through poetry?"

"No way."

"You don't want to make friends through poetry... then how do you want this to end?" King Jing said with a slightly gloomy expression.

"I am just a warrior. I don't know how to make friends with poetry, but I always welcome you to exchange kung fu and make friends with martial arts. If I lose, I will resign today and return home to beg for my bones. If I win, I will leave, and how about you personally offer me tea as the birthday boy?"

As soon as the words fell, the poetry gathering was filled with noise and uproar.

Many people had heard some rumors before and thought that this time the palace was going to choose a son-in-law and put aside their grudges with a smile. Unexpectedly, the grudges were still not settled. Both sides did not give each other much face. Moreover, Chen Yi even asked the birthday boy to serve tea. What? Are you the birthday boy?
Not only that, Chen Yi was willing to pay such a price for his position as the Minister of Zhige. Everyone knew that he was at the peak of his career, so why was he willing to pay such a price?!
Yin Weiying watched this scene and listened to Chen Yi's tone. After spending a long time together, she naturally understood that although his words were disrespectful, he had already restrained himself.

If he were to go over there, he would probably just take action without thinking twice.

And this ignorance...for whom is it restrained?

Who else could it be but her?

He restrained himself a little for her, and the nun became warmer, but when she looked at her father, she felt mixed emotions in her heart. She clenched and loosened the tea bowl several times, wanting to speak, but stopped.

King Jing listened to Chen Yi's words, thought for a while, then nodded slowly. He waved his hand and asked everyone to make some distance to leave room for Li Yingheng and Chen Yi to compete.

King Jing said in a loud voice: "You are so brave. I respect you as half a hero. So today, Captain Chen will use martial arts as poetry. If you can really win, I will not only bow my head and serve you tea, but also apologize."

After finishing this paragraph, he turned around, looked around at his family members, and finally looked at Yin Weiying and said:
"Don't be afraid. Li Yingheng, the deputy owner of Zhujian Villa, is a fifth-rank warrior, and Chen Yi has just entered the Spring and Autumn Register. I think their realms are similar. Li Yingheng has been a fifth-rank warrior for a long time and his kung fu is more solid. I don't think it's my turn to serve tea to that kid yet."

Yin Weiying's face was calm, but he secretly complained in his heart, I was afraid that you, my father, would serve tea, I was afraid that Chen Yi would beat you to death in a rage...

The crowd had slowly retreated, and Chen Yi saw Li Yingheng put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

Chen Yi waved his hand and asked Yin Tingxue to step aside.

Yin Tingxue looked at him and said softly:
"I can write poetry. Just let me do it then. But let's not talk about this anymore. You have to be careful." "Just wait patiently." Chen Yi responded casually.

Li Ying took two steps forward, his hand still on the hilt of the sword, and bowed slightly, saying:

"Li Yingheng of Zhujian Villa has always been interested in Captain Chen, so this trip won't be in vain.

I believe that Li Yingheng, a fifth-rank warrior, will not disappoint Captain Chen."

After he finished speaking, Chen Yi asked:
"You know me?"

"Everyone knows it, and Qianhu has even disciplined my apprentice for me."

There was a hint of deepness in Li Yingheng's voice, for no other reason than that he just wanted to get back face for his apprentice.

At that time, in the ruined temple, a group of disciples from the Sword Casting Villa were tracking down Chu Huonan. Among them, one of his direct disciples, Cui Huang, was severely injured and needed a hundred days to recover from his injuries. Now he is lying in bed. Even though he knew that the Sword Casting Villa was in the wrong, he still protected it.

Chen Yi thought hard and actually remembered that incident, but the impression was not very deep.

Li Yingheng took another step forward and said, "Please teach me."

"Okay." Chen Yi was not polite: "Please learn from me."

Li Yingheng: "..."

Let's say something polite in the martial arts world, you are really rude, do you think I really want you to give me advice? Even if we don't talk about the status of the martial arts world, you have only been on the Spring and Autumn Register for a few days, and I have been on the Spring and Autumn Register for a few days?
Moreover, you have to add "please" when saying "please learn from me". Why are you being so polite? Are you respecting your martial arts predecessors?
Li Yingheng showed a hint of anger, and after being stunned for a moment, everyone couldn't help laughing. Regardless of whether Chen Qianhu, who had become famous recently, was a rough man or not, he was really extraordinary in his speech.

The Yin brothers, who have been together for a long time, understand this point very well.

Xiao Yin, who was dressed like a maid, stepped aside. When she turned around, she saw Dayin winking at her, and it seemed that he was asking her to pass. Xiao Yin was a little confused, but still chose to believe Dayin.

After a while, Yin Tingxue arrived not far from the plaque of Fenggu Hall, not too far from Dayin.

The princess turned around and glanced at Yin Tingxue.

Yin Tingxue lowered her head quickly, she was afraid of being exposed. After all, she had been to Prince Jing's Mansion and met the princess. If she remembered correctly, it was in the 19th year of Qingying, which was the year when the former queen passed away and the Queen Mother An entered the palace.

That year Yin Tingxue was five years old.

After that, the king never saw the princess again. It was said that the princess fell seriously ill one year and rarely left the house since then. Every Mid-Autumn Festival and Lantern Festival, when the royal palaces visited each other, it was King Jing who brought Sister Weiying to visit.

Li Yingheng from the Sword Casting Villa has already drawn his sword, and is lying on the ground, holding the sword in front of him in a sword stance, with the tip of the sword pointing upward and his left hand bent to the side. This stance is exactly the starting stance among the thirty-six swords of Moye in the Sword Casting Villa.

When everyone saw this scene, those who knew what was going on knew that this power should not be underestimated, and they all started talking about it.

Chen Yi placed his hand on the Hou Kang sword on his back and pressed it diagonally. After the scabbard was pressed to the corresponding angle, he slowly pulled out the sword.

Li Yingheng looked at Chen Yi drawing his sword instead of using a knife, and couldn't help asking:
"I heard that Captain Chen's sword is extremely fast and is known for its ability to shatter wind and rain. Why did you use a sword today?"

Chen Yi said as a matter of course:
"Didn't you ask me to teach you?"

"..."

Li Yingheng became even more angry and asked you to give him some advice. Will you really give him some advice?

I have been on the list of the Spring and Autumn Annals for a long time. As your senior, I want to give you some face in front of everyone and fight you to a draw. After all, people in the martial arts world must have integrity. Now it seems that if I don't defeat you in one fell swoop, I will be truly unworthy.

The moment the thought came to his mind, Li Yingheng suddenly made a move. A cold light flashed above the venue, and the sound of a sword broke through the air!

At the venue, those who knew the value of the sword could not help but sigh inwardly, they had long heard that once the sword was launched from the Sword Forging Villa, the next sword would be to strike directly at the dragon. In the world of martial arts, only speed could not be broken, and the purpose of this sword was to kill the enemy with one blow. However, those who did not know the value of the sword could only see that Li Ying was moving with the sword, and it seemed as if a gray dragon passed by their eyes.

There are people who know the value of the sword and people who don’t, but everyone can see that the sword is extremely fast.

But Chen Yi remained motionless, as if he had not yet reacted. In the eyes of everyone, this scene was tantamount to seeking death.

However, the next second, something strange happened.

When Li Yingheng's sword was about to approach, Chen Yi raised the sword slowly, like a man in his seventies or eighties who realized it late. But it was precisely this kind of late realization that made Li Yingheng's expression change in shock.

He suddenly stepped his foot to the left, his figure collapsed suddenly, and the sword in his hand was put between his chest to block, while Chen Yi's sword slowly slashed into the air.

Not to mention those who don't know the value of things, even those who do know would be confused this time. Why did Li Yingheng give up the opportunity to defeat the enemy with one sword? Could it be that he was letting him off for the sake of the prince's choice of a son-in-law?

After all, they are not on the field.

No one knew that the reason why Li Yingheng collapsed and forcibly changed his body position was because the sword came slowly, but his gesture was extremely steady, and Chen Yi's neck was slightly tilted an inch. If he forced the sword, his sword tip would miss Chen Yi's throat, and his defenseless abdomen would just hit the sword tip of Chen Yi!

What an astonishing observation!

Li Ying broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead. He intuitively felt that he was moving in slow motion in Chen Yi's eyes.

During this lightning-fast fight, Li Yingheng had no time to think. He lowered his body and swung his sword, forcing Chen Yi back while stepping back to create distance.

Chen Yi twisted his wrist and actually produced a similar sword flower.

Hua Hua——

Li Yingheng's eyes almost popped out. He could never have imagined that this man would actually chase the sword flowers with his sword and use sword to suppress sword.

Chen Yi's face was calm. Circles of sword flowers followed Li Yingheng's sword, and there were crackling sounds. The closer it got to Li Yingheng, the more fierce and terrifying the sword tip with a cold glow became. But it just couldn't pierce Chen Yi or cut a wound.

Sword flowers pressed against sword flowers, and the sword in Chen Yi's hand turned into a huge circle, gradually surrounding the sword of Li Yingheng, and the movable range of Li Yingheng's sword became smaller and smaller. When he tried to struggle out of the circle, he was knocked back into the circle by Hou Kang's sword. In the end, the sword could not move at all, like an eagle trapped in a cage.

Snapped!
The sword hit Li Yingheng's wrist, and he was unable to exert any force for a moment. The energy flowing through his body also stagnated at this moment. Li Yingheng's hand loosened, his sword fell to the ground, and his face turned pale and blue.

How could he not see that Chen Yi's technique was completely about using softness to overcome hardness? It was quite similar to the style of Yin Jianshan Yin Zaijian?
Only then did he realize that Chen Yi's martial arts realm was definitely not just at the fifth level.

Li Ying bowed his hands and smiled bitterly: "I lost."

Exclamations broke out all at once. It's not that no one present thought that Li Yingheng would lose. But the problem was, Li Yingheng lost so easily and without any chance of fighting back. Was Captain Chen really such a martial arts master?

impossible?

No matter how skilled in martial arts you, Chen Yi, are, you have to be reasonable. You have only been on the Spring and Autumn Register for a month, while Li Yingheng is a famous swordsman in the capital and has been on the Spring and Autumn Register for more than ten years. Is it reasonable for you to be defeated so easily?

No matter how you think about it, it's a fraud.

Those who can come to this poetry gathering are basically people with quick minds. Now when they think about it, nothing seems right no matter how they think about it.

People looked at Chen Yi standing on the field, calmly and calmly putting away his sword. His black clothes were as hard as iron, and his face was as handsome as a crown. It seemed that he didn't take this competition seriously. What a handsome young man...

At this time, everyone present couldn't help but think of one thing.

It seems that the palace wants to choose him as the husband of King Jing's daughter...

It seems to be true!

(End of this chapter)