The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Ji Wuwang lowered his eyes and looked at the blood on his hands. His cold pupils unconsciously took on a hint of gloom, and then returned to calm in an instant.

The moment he looked up, he saw Ji Wuyuan peeling a tribute orange with his own hands, and personally feeding the tempting orange segments to Jiang Wantang's lips. The latter took a light bite and squinted his eyes.

She frowned, and looked at Ji Wuyuan with a pair of peach blossom eyes full of shame, anger and reproach. She turned sideways and refused to take another bite.

Ji Wuwang suddenly recalled the little things that happened when they were together, the way his Atang used to act like a spoiled brat...

Yes, his Atang likes sweet food and doesn’t like sour food.

Ji Wuwang watched, his eyes burning and painful.

If it weren't for the inappropriate time and place, he really wanted to take her away immediately.

He wanted to take her back to the North, stay with her forever, and make up for all the suffering she had endured in the past with the rest of his life.

He wanted to give her the best of everything in the world.

His Atang is worth it.

While he was lost in thought, Xie Zhiyan suddenly came over with a glass of wine.

Although the hall was full of guests and noisy, Xie Zhiyan still noticed that something was wrong with Ji Wuwang.

The way he looked at Jiang Wantang was very unusual.

When Xie Zhiyan approached, he noticed the blood in Ji Wuwang's sleeves at a glance, but he did not show it on his face. He drank a few glasses of wine with him calmly.

Ji Wuwang kept a cold face throughout the whole process, which scared away many court ministers who wanted to come forward to toast him.

After three rounds of drinking, the dance music in the hall gradually stopped. Baili Yufeng stood up and proposed to compete with the King of Zhenbei, and Baili Yuyan agreed.

Ji Wuwang curled the corners of his lips and did not refuse.

It just so happened that he was in a very bad mood at the moment.

Ji Wuyuan would not object either, as he also wanted to see the changes in Ji Wuwang over the past two years.

So, the group of people at the banquet walked towards the martial arts field in a mighty procession.

On the martial arts field, on an autumn afternoon, the bright sunshine poured down unobstructed, illuminating the vast area.

Ji Wuyuan and Jiang Wantang sat on a high platform. Both sides of the venue were filled with civil and military officials and their wives. They were surrounded by young men and ladies from aristocratic families who came to watch the fun. The atmosphere was as warm as boiling water amid the crowds.

Soon, everyone automatically made way for wide passages, holding their breath and waiting, their eyes fixed on the entrance.

Ji Wuwang was the first to step into the martial arts arena, wearing a snow-white suit with a collar and cuffs embroidered with silver-threaded cloud-patterned piping. His waist was tied with a wide belt with moon-white auspicious cloud patterns, on which hung a piece of extremely fine white orchid jade. His black hair was tied high in a white jade crown, and a few strands of hair were scattered, making him look even more handsome.

He was born with an extremely handsome appearance and was very young. His eyes were full of the dignity of a high-ranking person. Just standing in the martial arts field, he was full of vigor and vitality. He was a unique and charming man with no equal in the world.

The men of the Ji family all have a naturally good-looking appearance, Ji Wuyuan and Ji Wuwang are both like that.

Surrounded by the crowd, Ji Wuwang exudes an aura that is like a mountain spring, a forest breeze, a proud and elegant character that transcends the frost...

In an instant, everything around became a foil.

But his pupils were dark and deep. If you looked closely, you would find that they were filled with a cold air and murderous intent hidden in them.

The noble ladies around him were all mesmerized, their eyes fixed on him, their cheeks unconsciously flushed.

Nangong Liuli was stunned for a moment. She tightened the embroidered handkerchief in her hand, and her heart ached.

Jiang Wantang, who was on the high platform, was also in a trance for a while...

She simply saw the young man in her memory again, a man of unrestrained spirit and high spirits...

And the piece of white jade on his body, they should have been a pair.

She didn't expect that he had it with him all the time.

Ji Wuyuan noticed that Jiang Wantang beside him was in a bad mood and asked with concern: "Tang'er, are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Wantang finally came to her senses. She lowered her eyes and pretended to be relaxed, "I'm fine. The wind was too strong, and the sand on the martial arts field blinded me..."

As she spoke, she used a handkerchief to wipe away the tears that had just soaked her eyes, and her tone was emotionless: "It's okay."

That period of youth, those memories of youth, no matter how beautiful they were, are now a lifetime ago.

There's no going back, none of them can go back...

Ji Wuyuan looked at her for a moment, his expression thoughtful, then he raised his wide sleeves and put them in front of her to shield her from the wind and sand.

In the crowd, Xie Zhiyan's gaze fell on Ji Wuwang and Jiang Wantang, with a complicated look in his eyes.

The opening competition was archery, and Baili Yufeng deliberately chose his own strengths.

Excellent bows and powerful crossbows had already been prepared on the weapon rack at the side of the field. The bows were made of fine wood and the bowstrings were taut. The target stood a hundred steps away, and the bull's eye was bright red and eye-catching.

Baili Yuyan stepped forward confidently and proudly, his head held high and chest puffed out, clasping his hands together and saying, "King of Zhenbei!"

"I've heard for a long time that the King of Zhenbei has been guarding the border for many years and is a brave warrior. Today we have the honor of sparring with each other. Why don't we try something new?"

Then, with a devilish smile, he suggested using the guards on the field as living targets, having them ride on horses and raise their hands to hold an apple above their heads. The winner would be determined by shooting the fruit in their hands.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked and the martial arts arena was instantly in an uproar.

Using a living person as a target is a trick that a vicious and cruel person like Baili Yufeng likes to play.

The guards on the field were horrified, but they dared not disobey in the slightest, and could only bite the bullet and lead the horses into the field.

Ji Wuwang's eyes darkened, and he looked at Baili Yufeng with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "What's the point of just using the guards as targets? How about you and I become each other's targets?"

Baili Yufeng was stunned, as if he had not expected Ji Wuwang to make such a big move right from the start. After hesitating for a moment, he agreed.

Ji Wuwang had already spoken, and if he didn't respond, he would be at a disadvantage.

But the cunning Baili Yufeng took the initiative and started the competition first, with Ji Wuwang as the target.

Ji Wuwang smiled indifferently, then strode into the archery field, jumped onto his horse nimbly, and acted arrogantly as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

Seeing this, Baili Yufeng gritted his teeth and curled up a barely perceptible sinister smile at the corner of his mouth. He secretly planned to make Ji Wuwang look bad in this round, and it would be best if he could get him injured in public. In this way, he could not only dampen his fighting spirit, but also show off his "ability" in front of everyone.

So, he took a chance and pulled all three arrows at once, aiming them directly at Ji Wuwang on the field. This increased the risk and difficulty, so even if there were some "mistakes", it would be justifiable.

What was even more arrogant about Ji Wuwang was that he and his horse just stood there, motionless, acting as his target, with a cold smile on their faces, full of mockery...

(My dear children, the Shura Field is at this palace banquet.)