A Queen

Dai Li rolled his eyes and said, Damn, I've already had two competitions as soon as I slipped down, so even the donkey needs to rest!

Everyone also laughed sullenly, saying that Young Master Li actually had a good temper, otherwise a normal person would have gone crazy by now.

After all, monks are not blood cows. One fight is enough to make them exhausted. Two or three fights...

Not far away, Xia Zhanfeng held the lottery in his hand, looked at Shang Biejie, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, I will fight with Young Master Li. I don't know if I will have a chance to fight with him..."

What he meant was that if he lost, there would be no need to fight with Shang Biejie. After all, he didn't bother to compete with Shang Biejie as a loser. If he won... it would be another way of saying it.

Shang Bie glanced at him and said with a natural expression: "The Seventh Prince is extremely talented and powerful, so there is no need to worry."

"So, who do you think will win between me and Young Master Li?" The gentle and elegant Seventh Prince asked with a smile. Xi Yuting, who was beside Shang Bieli, had a wrinkled face and was a little frightened. Why... did she think... Is the seventh prince in danger at this moment?

Moreover, this question is not easy to answer.

Could it be said that the seventh prince is not as good as Daili? Or is it that Dai Li is not as good as the Seventh Prince?

Between royal authority and friendship, which one would Shang Bier choose?

Shang Biere just stared into the distance, his profile simple and elegant, and when Xia Zhanfeng's smile slowly faded, he said two words.

Crisp and sweet, unmoved and calm.

Two words...Xi Yuting's face turned pale.

Xia Zhanfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, his laughter was pure and clear, "Haha... Are you so sure that she will win?"

"I'm not sure...it's just that she knows me better."

It has nothing to do with the status of both parties, just because they are more familiar with each other? Xia Zhanfeng smiled noncommittally, "You are indeed very different from other women..."

After a pause, he tilted his head, put his hands behind his back, and smiled lightly, "But I like your answer..."

"When the hope runs counter to the actual result. That is a surprise."

How would she react if Shang Biere's hope was dashed? She will find that the object of her hope is actually just a failed weakling.

She will start choosing her partner again.

Choose the most powerful one!

This feeling, this result. Belong to what?

--plunder.

This is the most fulfilling thing!

The departure of Xia Zhanfeng made Xi Yuting finally recover from her physical problems. She tremblingly grabbed Shang Bi's sleeves and said, "Farewell, you really dare to say that...really,...are you not afraid of his anger?"

Shaking his head slightly, Shang Biparte's expression was a little incomprehensible, and he said softly and slowly: "Angry? When the hope that goes against the actual results belongs to him, he will be angry...Other people, other things, are not qualified enough."

Xiyuting: "..."

Can she say she doesn't understand?

The world of academic masters. It's hard to understand.

Because it was already dusk, the date of the decisive battle was changed to tomorrow.

Everyone dispersed, and when Dai Li was leaving, he looked at the back of the Seventh Prince and suddenly had a bad feeling, but it only happened for a moment.

soon. She just went to a restaurant with Feng Zuixin and the others. After all, she also entered the top three. As the dean, Feng Zuixin really needed to treat...

In the dead of night, a group of people had finished their feast of wine and meat. Daili separated from these people because she lived a little far away from them. After giving them away one by one, she was the only one left.

The leaves are sparse, the greenery on both sides of the bluestone path is full of fragrance, and the shadows of the trees are whirling... The footsteps are so clear, her drunkenness gradually becomes stronger, and the wine gourd in her hand also exudes an increasingly rich aroma of wine...

suddenly. Around the corner from the shadows, a figure walked out, holding a lantern in his hand.

The white azure blue robe and the black jade belt around the waist still looked bright and charming in the night, and the visitor's handsome face looked bright and clear. He put one hand behind his back and watched her approach quietly.

Someone is an acquaintance.

Dai Li's drunkenness had gone away a bit, so he just looked at him with squinted eyes.

He frowned and said calmly: "You drank a lot."

"It's okay." Dai Li nodded calmly and glanced at the lantern he held in his hand. It had a delicate shape and a hazy light.

"Chu Xiuling, it's so late and you're still walking around with a lantern... Could it be that you did something improper?"

I just feel that I have always been a noble and serious person, but in fact, in the impression of others, I am really quite informal. After all... not many people would say "your bird is so small".

Chu Xiuling closed his eyes and saw Dai Li falling in front of him with brisk steps. The dim light reflected her face, which was half heroic and half enchanting. Was this still the cold and handsome Gongzi Li?

"How did you know that I was gone?" Chu Xiuling glanced at her with a calm expression, and was a little dissatisfied with the smell of alcohol mixed with her body, frowning slightly.

Not walking around? So you're going to stay here forever? Dai Li tilted his head and chuckled, "Did I misunderstand?"

"Is it not serious to wait for you?" This kind of Chu Xiuling has lost some of his cold and noble aura during the day. Under the light, he looks hazy but elegant, warm and glowing. I don't know if it is because of the lantern he is holding. It was the inexplicable tenderness in his words that made her lose her will. Dai Li turned his face away and said with a smile: "When you put it like that, I almost thought you had to wait here specially in the cold night..."

"You can misunderstand this." Chu Xiuling glanced at her, stretched out his hand to take the wine gourd from Dai Li's hand, "Give me...don't drink it, you look like a drunkard."

There were more words than usual, and there was not so much temptation and alienation. It was obvious that she was a little drunk.

They are not immortals after all.

Dai Li knew that this man was thinking of saving his life. Although he was aloof and aloof and had a lot of scheming, he was still a very affectionate person.

So she didn't refuse, and Chu Xiuling's fingers hooked through the wine gourd, then came to her side, shining the lantern on the road in front of her.

"Today, you said something"

"Um?"

"Don't say it again...it will be bad for your reputation."

"Huh? Are you talking about...what others told you?"

"No one needs to tell me, I've always been there, so I can naturally see..."

"Oh~~What did I say?"

"..."

The man in front of him was completely unaware, his eyes were blinking, very innocent, just like that young deer. If he didn't know what she looked like during the day, maybe he couldn't help but spread his wings and protect her all under his body...

Chu Xiuling sighed helplessly.

"Let's go, I'll take you back"

"OK..."

Two people. A lantern, the footsteps on the bluestone are a little deeper, a little denser, but neat and crisp, like the bright moonlight.

The next day, Dai Li arrived at the competition place. It was already full and bustling, and there seemed to be many more people than usual. Dai Li was slightly speechless. After being pulled over by Feng Zuixin and explained, they realized that the battle between the three powerful men had attracted the attention of the court, especially when it involved the Seventh Prince. As a result, high-ranking officials from the court came yesterday, but they were not the parties concerned. Just aware.

"Farewell, these people are here. So..."

Shang Bieli frowned when he heard Daili's question. After a while, he replied: "People in the officialdom have always been vassals, so..."

Others are coming.

And he is also a person of extremely noble status.

Otherwise, there would not be so many people from the officialdom gathering here so diligently, including even people from aristocratic families.

Dai Li saw that the groups of Zhang family, Han family and other aristocratic families had obviously increased several times. I couldn't help but curl my lips.

And when a large group of official people flocked to the Seventh Prince, her lips curled even more fiercely.

With so much popular support, if she wins, she still has to be burned?

If it had been anyone else, he might have had no choice but to fake the match...

Soon, the competition will begin.

Dai Li came to power cleanly. Under the stage, Xia Zhanfeng walked up the steps step by step amid the cheers of many official people. Daili looked at him and noticed that his eyes seemed to have changed from before, and seemed...more predatory.

He glanced at Shang Bieli not far away. Daili couldn't help but muttered again, beauty is a disaster~~

"Young Master Li, please give me more advice..." Xia Zhanfeng patted his robe, looking neater and more elegant, with a pure smile.

"The Seventh Prince is joking... Please show mercy to the Seventh Prince..." Dai Li returned the salute, and when he glanced over, he saw the sneer of Yu Wenyong in the audience.

How should I put it, these are two smiling tigers hypocritical to each other?

After the ceremony, Xia Zhanfeng spread his hands and said with a smile: "Young master is younger than me, how about taking action first?"

The prince's demeanor was unmistakable, and the officials in the audience praised him. Dai Li felt his stomach was a little sour, so he had to laugh dryly, "I accept..."

Not letting the Seventh Prince show his magnanimity and elegance? Then her head will be immediately labeled as being unruly and unruly, and she will be blamed for not knowing what is good or bad!

As soon as Dai Li accepts the concession, the palm of his hand becomes a seal!

Swipe, swipe, swipe, several thunderbolts struck down in succession!

Xia Zhanfeng was very strong. When he stood a little below his feet, his figure flickered into an afterimage, ethereal. In the blink of an eye, he avoided these intensive thunder bombardments. He said with a smile: "Young Master is so polite, why don't you use that sound wave?"

Soundwave? Is it bat sound? Dai Li raised his eyebrows and replied: "It's useless to you, why bother using it again?"

Xia Zhanfeng was startled, then smiled. Since it is useless, why are you still so calm?

So?

"Young Master Li, you might as well show your strength...I'll take care of everything." What is royal style and grandeur?

Xia Zhanfeng's magnanimity made the officials on the field have no choice but to praise him. Even Han Xiaohu and others on Dai Li's side had to admit with bitterness that this man had extraordinary magnanimity.

Princes are different from commoners, and princes are also different from princes.

Undoubtedly, the Seventh Prince's high profile since Yu Wenyong's battle has continued to this day, which has made everyone present have no choice but to admire him.

And will Dai Li... become a stepping stone for him to be high-profile again?

"Since you have made such a sincere request, then..." Dai Li has always felt that he is a very kind person, so kind that he rarely refuses people, so...