The daily life of the little princess of the royal group

Today was a day of great loss of face for Dongyi, so Jiang Hetang secretly assigned a group of people to protect Mingyue.

After all, whether it is the despicable Dongyi people or the narrow-minded Korean people, they all have some degree of resentment towards Mingyue.

The third day of the Five Kingdoms' meeting arrived in a flash. Today was the day for military power. Speaking of which, the Great Zhou had always valued literature over martial arts, so riding, archery, and fighting probably didn't have the advantage over literature.

This time, they were no longer training in the main hall, but in a large training ground that could accommodate nearly a thousand people. The audience was not just officials of the third rank and above, there was even space specially provided for ordinary people.

The first competition was horseback archery, with each nation sending five warriors. Jiang Hetang stood at the head of the group and explained the rules. "Warriors, each of you is only given twenty arrows. You may not give them to others. Please use them with caution."

"There are five hundred pigeons constantly moving around, each with strings tied to its legs. Your mission is to shoot through the strings and free the pigeons. Within one stick of incense, the one who releases the most pigeons wins."

"Of course, if a pigeon is injured or killed, that person will be disqualified from the competition. Ultimately, friendship comes first, competition comes second, and we must be careful not to harm innocent people."

"Game start!"

Following Jiang Hetang's command, people rode forward on horseback from all directions.

The pigeons were released from the cages, sometimes flying and sometimes jumping, dazzling everyone.

Soon, with a whoosh sound, a sharp arrow broke through the air and hit the silk thread at the pigeon's feet steadily. The pigeon flapped its wings and quickly disappeared into the sky.

"Yan Ruohai of the Great Zhou, one point."

The whole audience cheered.

Before everyone could react, the Big Bear Country followed closely and scored two points in a row.

Then, the fourth, fifth, sixth...

Half an incense stick of time passed, and only half of the pigeons were left on the field, with their feathers and sharp arrows buried deep in the ground scattered all over the ground.

Mingyue was very nervous as she looked at the scores of the five countries which seemed close.

Ming Yang smiled and squeezed her palm, "Don't be nervous, the score will be widened soon."

What does it mean? Mingyue didn't understand, but she soon found out.

"Emissary from the Great Bear Nation - Bol is out -"

The eunuch's shrill singing was heard, and Mingyue looked in the direction of Boer, where there seemed to be a dispute.

"It was clearly the Korean who bumped into me from behind!"

"I don't. Besides, we're competing against each other. Aren't you on guard against me? We're competitors."

This is what the eldest brother said. The winner will be decided soon. After all, all the dirty tricks have been used.

Seeing that Boll was about to explode, Philip in the audience shouted "Big Bear" at him. Only then did he look at the Korean dog thief angrily, dismount and walk out of the stadium.

Fortunately, Boll shot eighteen of them, and the remaining two arrows were wasted.

"Wow! He's so cute!!"

"See? Our General Boll actually brought the pigeons down."

"Oh my God! He really did! I'm crying!"

It turned out that before Boll left the field, he brought the injured pigeon down with him.

Fortunately, the pigeon was only shot in the wings, and the accompanying doctor skillfully applied medicine and bandaged the little pigeon.

The picture of Boll holding his big palms and wrapping the little pigeon is so adorable.

When passing by Mingyue, she gave Boll a thumbs up and a thumbs up.

The competition on the field became more and more intense. Although the people of the Big Bear Country were the most brave and good at fighting, they only used brute force after all, and it was really difficult for them to deal with such delicate things.

As for the Great Zhou, after all, it was a kingdom conquered on horseback, so it was easy for them to take it down with just a few shots of arrows.

Goryeo was not powerful at all, and even the Dongyi could release fifty more than them; the envoys from Persia, although all women, were powerful and could be considered a dark horse.

The incense stick was about to burn out. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer pigeons and he was about to be at the bottom, the Goryeo envoy started to make trouble.

Instead of shooting with fine lines, they began to blindly attack the horses ridden by people from other countries.

Fortunately, they were prepared in advance. Yan Ruohai and his men hid from the Koreans and even used arrows to deflect their arrows when necessary.

But the Persian girl wasn't so lucky; she wasn't used to riding such a tall horse. The horse got startled and nearly threw her to the ground, but Xu Rufeng, a young man from the Great Zhou Dynasty, pulled her onto his horse.

Everyone noticed this scene. The game was over, but the Korean man was not going to let go. He was still looking at the people from the Great Zhou provocatively, secretly throwing a flying knife in his hand.

"Puchi" was the sound of a knife entering flesh. If Xu Rufeng hadn't dodged, following the direction of the knife, it would not be difficult to tell that the Korean was aiming for his heart.

In an instant, the royal guards stepped forward and took the Korean man away, and the other four were also controlled.

Jiang Hetang was furious and questioned the Goryeo delegation, "Assholes! Are you Goryeo people so treacherous and cunning? Do you disregard the rules?"

The Goryeo envoy was terrified, but he still said stubbornly, "Emperor of the Great Zhou, we didn't do it on purpose. It's just that Li Youbin was too manic. Look, everyone else is fine."

Everyone was amused by his shameless look. They were still the best.

Li Youbin, who was pressed to the ground, raised his head and looked at Jiang Hetang with evil eyes, as if to say, you are the emperor of the Great Zhou, but you still can't do anything to me, so you pretend to be kind and polite.

Jiang Hetang concealed his anger and held Yuan Tianzhen's hand tightly, "Since that's the case, don't do it again next time."

Li Youbin was overjoyed and looked at the person who had oppressed him the most with sarcasm.

Everyone was very angry. Why did Jiang Hetang let them go so easily? But because he was the emperor, they wanted to say something but swallowed it back.

"Ah, it's not easy for the emperor either. After all, these are foreign envoys, and they are guests."

"Why should I give face to Li Youbin?!"

"It's difficult for the Emperor, after all, there aren't many casualties..."

Hearing everyone's dejected look, Xiao Mingyue also sighed, but saw Jiang Hetang waved his hand and called several generals who were going to take the field in the afternoon to his side, and seemed to say something quietly.

Mingyue was surprised to find that those people, who had originally walked in with their heads down, now came out with their heads held high and their eyes filled with impatience...