Traveling through troubled times: Princess disguises herself as a man and becomes a soldier to earn

Bi Yue, who was sitting in the audience, took a look and her face turned pale. She looked at Jiang Li with worry. This crazy prince was too vicious. How could he choose such a vicious weapon? This was not a competition at all, it was clearly a massacre.

I hope the master is okay, nothing must happen to him!

Jiang Li tilted his head, looked at his barbed scimitar, and smiled innocently: "Your Highness, your weapon is very special. If this hurts someone, will it hurt?"

Feng Su chuckled: "I don't know, I have never used this before. Crown Princess, you can try it later. Tell me how much it hurts, then I will know."

"Oh, I see. I'll remember that."

"...??"

What are you going to remember? You're going to get scratched. But what does that look of pity mean to her? It's really unpleasant to look at.

The smile on Feng Su's face faded a little. He flexed his wrist and looked at the person holding the stick as if he was looking at a dead person. "The Crown Princess is a woman. I will let you have ten moves. I will not fight back within ten moves."

"If the Crown Princess cannot defeat me within ten moves, I will not show mercy. This scimitar looks painful. I hope the Crown Princess can withstand it. I don't like women screaming."

Jiang Li nodded obediently and smiled sweetly: "Okay, Your Highness, don't worry, I always like to make others scream, it sounds very pleasant, but we are different in this respect."

"Haha, come on then, let me see the Crown Princess..."

With a bang, before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach and was kicked away. His back hit the weapon rack and his face twisted in pain. His evil face became even more hideous.

Jiang Li stood there, like a child who had done something wrong, his face full of anxiety and hesitation, not knowing whether to step forward or not.

Her eyes were filled with worry: "Your Highness, are you okay? If it hurts, then we can stop fighting. I will admit defeat. Just don't be angry, Your Highness."

Feng Su slowed down, holding up his weapon, his vision went dark for a while, and when he recovered, his face was terribly gloomy, and he gritted his teeth: "No need, I didn't expect the Crown Princess to be so strong."

"This is the first move. Princess, please remember this. I will fight back after ten moves. Come on, there are still nine moves left."

Jiang Li looked terrified, shivering his neck, and asked cautiously, "Your Highness, are you sure you want to give me ten moves? But, but if I beat you to death, will I be buried with you? Father said that I am very strong and I don't care how hard I hit you."

"...Heh, you can give it a try."

"Okay, I understand."

As soon as the words fell, the figure suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was standing behind Feng Su, holding a black stick and smashing it towards his head. The audience shouted: "Your Highness, be careful behind you!"

Feng Su swung his knife in reverse, and the scimitar hit the black stick, making a sharp crackling sound, accompanied by sparks, and separated from each other as soon as they touched.

Seeing that his attack had failed, Jiang Li looked somewhat disappointed: "Your Highness is still very powerful. I was defeated by the second move. There are still eight moves left. Your Highness, you better take it well."

The fight was fierce on the stage, and the audience was nervous. They twisted the handkerchiefs in their hands and looked at the red figure with worry on their faces: "Is His Highness okay? How can the Crown Princess be so skilled?"

"Who knows? Your Highness will definitely not lose."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a scream on the stage, accompanied by the sound of broken bones. Jiang Li raised his stick and started hitting. It looked like it was falling lightly, but when it landed on Feng Su, he felt so painful that his eyes went black.

Jiang Li's eyes were full of excitement, and they turned red. In one word, it was great. He offered her the chance to go for free. He was a good man. She was so touched. She would break his bones first. The remaining three moves could be used for other purposes.

The stick stopped, Jiang Li squatted down, put his hand on the broken leg, and looked at Feng Su with red eyes: "Your Highness, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it, why is your leg broken."

"How about this, I will help you get back to your place. Don't be afraid. I am very good at this. I will definitely not leave you disabled. It's just broken. You just need to get it back to your place. Just bear with it."

There were a few crackling sounds, and Feng Su groaned in pain. The voice of the Rakshasa sounded above his head: "Your Highness is fine. Get up and walk around to see if everything is alright."

Feng Su staggered to his feet, his eyes full of murderous intent: "Well, princess is great, I really misjudged you, I didn't expect you to be so skilled, King Yu is amazing, he has kept it a secret for more than a decade."

Jiang Li touched his nose, bewildered: "Your Highness, what do you mean? Practicing martial arts is my business. My father has always disapproved of it, so I naturally don't want it to be spread out. If people knew about it, who would dare to marry me?"

"Besides, I didn't do anything to His Highness. Everything is fine. Why are you still angry? Your Highness is really petty, humph~~~"

"Hehe, there are three more moves. It's my turn to take action."

"Yeah, I remember."

Jiang Li dodged over, grabbed his wrist and took the scimitar, his eyes lit up: "Your Highness, this knife is really special, I like it very much, now it belongs to me, I still have the last three moves to follow."

Three silver lights flashed, and Feng Su subconsciously closed his eyes. He didn't feel any pain. He opened his eyes with his eyelashes trembling slightly, and saw her standing there, with no blood on the scimitar in her hand.

He heaved a sigh of relief and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a chill on his body. Before he could react, shrill screams rang out one after another, and Feng Su's heart skipped a beat.

Looking down, he was wearing rags, with two bare thighs exposed and his buttocks feeling cold. You can imagine what the situation was like. He... He was naked? ?

Jiang Li covered his eyes and looked through his fingers, feeling disgusted. As expected, people who look like shemales have bad physical condition, as small as an enoki mushroom. A Yuan is much bigger than him.

Tsk, how shameless! It's shameful and immoral to walk your bird in public.

She turned around and said shyly, "Your Highness, there are so many people here. How can you not put on your clothes? How can people fight you? It's so embarrassing."

Feng Su's face turned pale, and the guards hurriedly flew over and handed him a cloak, trembling with fear: "Your Highness, let's spar another day. How can the Crown Princess not be so cautious when she attacks?"

"Shut up, someone, come here, the Crown Princess was disrespectful to me and tried to kill me, put her in jail, and release her when she realizes her mistake."

Jiang Li put down his hand after hearing this, with an accusing look on his face: "Your Highness, how can you be so untrustworthy? You said that you would not fight back within ten moves, why are you doing this now? I am so sad..."

Seeing the situation getting out of control, Bi Yue hurriedly shouted, "Your Highness, my princess cannot be provoked. Once provoked, she will go crazy. She cannot be arrested. She is most afraid of being put in jail. She will lose control and hurt others."

"Come here, catch her. She is just a little palace maid. You have no right to speak here. If you keep talking, kill her."