The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

Minglang silently suppressed his heartache. It seemed that every policy was based on a policy, and every countermeasure was taken from below.

"I've already said, Your Highness, don't worry. They all know what's going on."

Minglang sat in the stands, silently watching the two people being carried away by the military doctor. He couldn't help but admire them. They fought so hard, and even though they were really injured, they managed to get ten days of leave from Han Qi. It was not easy.

"But Fu Jing won last time?"

“Your Highness is indeed extremely intelligent, but don’t worry, when competing with Your Highness, they dare not give less than their best.

Your Highness has won the bet. Tonight after dinner, I will come with my weapons. I hope Your Highness will do me the honor of pointing out any shortcomings I may have."

Minglang had long known that Han Qi's weapon was the soft sword at his waist, but he didn't know how powerful the soft sword was.

Han Qi let Yan Yunting win in today's bet. He had long known that his men had made a private deal in order to earn military pay, and Yan Yunting would definitely win today.

"Okay, I'll wait and see."

After knowing the inside story, Minglang lost his sympathy and even drank the tea and was willing to eat two more pieces of dried meat.

Today's battle lasted until midnight, and Minglang finished his dinner amidst the bloody and violent scene.

He didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and even talked to Han Qi later about how this scene was not as hard-working as the one performed by Fu Jing and Yan Yunting.

Although there was a private deal, they at least fought with real weapons. There were at least seven or eight injuries and blood was splattered everywhere.

It's dark now, visibility is poor, and these people are not working as hard.

"The last match is over. Your Highness, please rest here. I will go and arrange for the area to be cleared."

The martial arts training ground needs to be cleaned thoroughly. The blood in the grooves of the patterns on it cannot be washed away without more than ten buckets of water.

Minglang sat in the training ground and watched as more and more people gathered. All the injured soldiers left, leaving only those who came to clean the place.

In the firelight, buckets of water were poured on it, splashing blood all over the ground.

The smell of blood in the air was a little lighter, maybe because she was used to it.

When the soldiers finished cleaning the area, only she and Han Qi were left on the training ground.

The flames in the four corners were burning brightly. Minglang walked down the stands and headed for the martial arts training ground.

These days, I have to come up here for a while every day. It is not easy to win in the midst of swords and sabers.

The orange-red firelight made Han Qi's face flicker. Minglang looked at it carefully, but couldn't see the expression in his eyes.

"Your Highness, please watch carefully. This is just my demonstration. The next time we stand together in the training ground, it will be another fierce battle."

Minglang quietly retreated to the side, folded his arms across his chest, waiting to watch Han Qi's performance.

Watching Han Qi silently playing with the jade belt tied around his waist, he reached out with both hands and pulled out a silver chain from it.

The moonlight tonight was as bright as a thread. Han Qi suddenly pulled it out completely, and the sword body poured out like water.

As the sword light flowed, a soft sword appeared in Han Qi's hand, like a spirit snake spitting out its tongue, or like a white dragon humming.

On a spring night, the martial arts training ground was filled with the lingering smell of blood, and the soft swords flew, splashing blood on the ground.

There was not a trace of extra wind in the air, only the fishy wind mixed with blood brought by the soft sword sliding in front of him.

When Han Qi swung the soft sword, the silver chain swayed along with it, occasionally wrapping around his hand like a cunning little snake.

Han Qi performed every move beautifully. Indeed, this soft sword was a very spectacular weapon when used in combat with himself.

However, the more Minglang watched his moves, the more familiar they seemed to her. She seemed to have seen them somewhere before.

Minglang counted the past fourteen years of her life and it seemed that the only person who could dance with a soft sword in front of her and whom she could still remember was Master Fei.

When Master Fei asked her to choose her own weapon, he showed her each one and she finally made her own choice.

After she finished reading them all, she chose the same twin swords as her mother without hesitation.

With two swords unsheathed, she can attack or defend. Coupled with the double sword secret manual that the queen mother has painstakingly researched by integrating the ancestral martial arts of the Xiang family's double swords, the two swords in her hands are her greatest confidence.

While dancing with the sword, Han Qi observed the prince's expression, wondering what the prince was thinking.

When it was over, he used his luck to attract the early spring petals from the edge of the training ground, and they bloomed above their heads.

The fragrance of flowers briefly covered up the fishy smell in the training ground.

Han Qi looked down at the soft sword in his hand, not understanding why he suddenly did this.

This sword used to only hide blood, but tonight it might have gone crazy.

The fragrance of flowers briefly covered the smell of blood, and Minglang's tense nerves of the past few days relaxed for a moment.

But the flowers fell and the smell of blood came back, bringing her thoughts back to where she was.

"Is Your Highness satisfied with me?"

When the flowers fell, Han Qi walked out from the flowers, and Minglang still looked at him with his arms folded across his chest.

"General Han's soft sword dance is very good. I wonder who taught him?"

His Highness has always been smart, and Han Qi knew that as long as he started dancing, His Highness would be able to make the connection.

"My master said that I was too naughty to be worthy of the title of master. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

Minglang was not angry after being rejected. Since Han Qi refused to say anything, he just let it go.

"I've seen everything I needed to see. General Han really gave me a big wake-up call. I'm looking forward to the day when I can face General Han."

After saying that, Minglang clasped his fists and said goodbye to Han Qi, then left the martial arts training ground. As soon as he left, he felt the air became fresher, and then he felt a little smelly.

She has been living a rough life in the military camp these days. I wonder if the Queen Mother will dislike her when she sees her when she comes.

But it was already late today, and even if she wanted to take a shower, it was too late.

After returning to the tent, Minglang simply wiped his body and fell asleep.

Liang Chongyue sat in front of the panel, looking at Han Qi's wolf eyes that followed Minglang after he left, and remained silent.

The wolf cub has a lot of ideas, so when Minglang returns to the palace, he will send him to explore the way first.

The system squatted beside the host, felt that the air pressure around the host was a bit low, and silently moved away a little.

"Host, I don't think you need to worry. I see that Minglang's mind is filled with only the desire to win in the end, without the slightest clue of love between a man and a woman."

Although the system is a puppy, it has figured out some tricks after watching the host play for these years.

There was no liking for men in Minglang's eyes, only a desire for victory.

There is no way. The system feels that it understands it very well. There is such a powerful queen mother. The host's brothers and sisters were trapped in such a high-intensity comparison and died.

Minglang is the host's only child and has been placed with high hopes since birth.

The host has conquered the entire world, and Minglang will be the future ruler of the world. How can he have the mood to think about men now? He is probably thinking about getting the host's approval and catching up with the host's pace back then.