Appointing a General as a Concubine: Where Can General Xiao Escape?

Returning to her seat, Xiao Mo took a sip of tea, smiled faintly, and asked Qi Yue, "Third Prince, what's the next competition?"

Qi Yue stared at her with an inexplicable look in his eyes and said coldly: "The next one is going to fight me with bare hands."

The smile on Xiao Mo's lips gradually disappeared. This was not like the competition just now. If she competed with the third prince of the current dynasty, it would be a big deal if she lost, but if she won, it would be hard to say.

She closed her eyes and rested for a while, and soon adjusted her mentality.

In the arena, Qi Yue and Xiao Mo were both deliberately holding back their skills. One was testing the waters, while the other was afraid of being punished for injuring the emperor's son.

But gradually, the two became more and more courageous, and unknowingly released their full strength.

After the two fought for several rounds, when Qi Yue was forced back by Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo directly chased him with a wind punch.

Fortunately, she reacted at the last moment, changed her fist into a palm, and pushed Qi Yue out of the venue.

Since then, Xiao Mo won two of the three competitions perfectly. She also did not lose the silver arrow shooting competition, but just tied with Qi Yue.

Qi Yue returned to his seat with a bad look on his face, looking at Xiao Mo without saying a word.

Originally, the competition initiated by Xiao Mo should have ended here, but an excited voice suddenly emerged from the crowd watching the show.

"Since the young lady from the Xiangfu is so powerful, how about having another weapons competition with His Majesty the Third Prince?"

As soon as these words were spoken, a response immediately rang out from the audience: "Hey, the Third Prince was injured on the battlefield and is still recovering. If there's any competition, the young lady from the Xiangfu should be compared with the Third Prince's men."

"That's right. If you can only fight with your bare hands and can't wield a weapon, how are you going to capture the enemy on the battlefield?"

Seeing that people were getting more and more excited, Xiao Mo stepped forward and took over without waiting for the emperor to say anything.

Soon, the guards took out two rows of different weapons. The emperor looked at Xiao Mo and said, "Choose one that you are good at. If you win the duel, I will give it to you."

Xiao Mo scanned the weapons one by one, and after careful selection, she stopped in front of a long sword inlaid with gold edges.

She grasped the hilt of the sword, pulled it out, swung it twice, and felt as if it was tailor-made for her.

"Please teach me, Third Prince." Xiao Mo bowed to Qi Yue, and when she stood up again, she saw a tall, muscular guard holding a sledgehammer walking towards her.

When she was in the mountains, her master would give her a specific time to practice every day in order to train her, and he would accompany her to practice eight out of ten days.

There were countless moments when she was eager to find someone to spar with, but apart from her master, there were only a few senior brothers with prominent family backgrounds on the mountain.

She didn't dare to attack them. The energy that had been suppressed for many years was finally released.

Qi Minxiu, who was outside the field, watched Xiao Mo punching and kicking the burly guard again and again, and his heart was filled with joy.

Qi Yue watched his men being beaten without being able to fight back, but he was not angry. Instead, there were many different emotions in his eyes when he looked at Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo recalled the skills her master taught her over and over in her mind. Feeling that the time was almost up, she knocked the guard to the ground with a roundhouse kick.

Everywhere he looked, his body was covered with ripped fabric from the sword, yet Xiao Mo stood there unharmed, pointing her sword at him.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Xiao Mo put away her sword. The man was somewhat unwilling to face the fact that he would be defeated by a slender woman, so he left the field silently.

"Your Majesty, are you still worried about what I just suggested?" Xiao Mo put the sword back into the scabbard and looked at the emperor seriously.

The emperor was enjoying the show, but he frowned instantly after hearing this.

At this time, Qi Yue, who had been silent for a long time, spoke slowly: "Marching and fighting is not something that can be done by just knowing some martial arts. Otherwise, do you think there are no capable fighters in our dynasty?"

"What do you think, Third Prince?"

"Don't go to that kind of place. Let your sister marry as planned to minimize the damage."

Xiao Mo glanced at him coldly, the corners of her mouth curled unconsciously, and she looked at the emperor: "Women are not only used for marriage alliances, the princess is like this, and so is my sister."

"Your Majesty, I have a plan to save Yulong from water and fire, and perhaps even to defeat the enemy."

Xiao Mo looked at the emperor seriously. When everyone cast doubtful glances at her, she said that there were too many people here and it was not appropriate to be open to the public.

The emperor looked at her doubtfully for a long time, and finally relented, but only asked her to bring reinforcements and cooperate with the general defending Yulong Pass to fight the enemy.

After receiving the affirmation, Xiao Mo was just feeling happy when she heard the emperor add: "If you fail to return to the court victorious within three months, I will give you as a gift to the Northern Barbarians."

When he said this, the emperor was not very serious. There was a joking smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were terrifyingly cold.

Xiao Mo smiled and lowered her head: "Within three months, Yulong Pass will be safe. If we can break out of Yulong Pass, the emperor's deadline will not be enough."

The emperor didn't take Xiao Mo's words to heart and just agreed casually.

"Then it depends on whether you are blessed enough to return and marry the Seventh Prince, or unfortunate enough to go to the Northern Barbarians and marry."

Speaking of this, Xiao Mo raised her eyes and looked at Qi Minxiu. When their eyes met, she suddenly remembered Master Qi who came to the mountain to visit her that year.

No wonder he hadn't come to see her for a long time before she came down the mountain. It turned out that his leg was seriously injured and he could only walk in a wheelchair.

"The Seventh Prince is a rare talent. How can I be worthy of him if I don't have any achievements?"

Xiao Mo stared at Qi Minxiu intently, and what she said made everyone present quiet down instantly.

Qi Minxiu was also struck by these words, and his ears turned red unconsciously.

Seeing that Xiao Mo was so persistent, the emperor said no more and immediately gave clear orders to send troops to provide assistance.

Everyone left one after another, only Qi Yue sat in his original position without moving.

He crossed his legs and stared at Xiao Mo. In his entire life, he had never used the word "brave" to describe a woman.