Facing Queen Shang Jiang's questioning, the Prime Minister's eyes dodge a little. The old prince saw: "Prime Minister, you don't dare anymore?"

"How can it be..." The Prime Minister wanted to refuse, but then he thought that if he was more strict with Pei Zhen, letting the two of them stay with Pei Zhen every day might have some effect.

The old prince sneered coldly: "In that case, why are you still hesitating, Prime Minister? Otherwise, you have bad intentions, and the person you recommend will not be worthy of the big job."

"You are provoking me here, why shouldn't I dare? Victory or defeat is a common thing in the military. I was just distracted."

Gong Cheng raised his hands to Jiang Yuyue and said that he would notify Pei Zhen to participate in the martial arts competition.

Jiang Yuyue was very generous; "Go ahead and tell me that anyone who has any idea can participate in the martial arts competition. Whoever wins will have military power."

"yes."

As soon as the news came out, it immediately caused an uproar among many people, who were eager to try it out.

But this is a good opportunity to make a comeback. Once you seize this opportunity, you will be glorious for the rest of your life.

The old prince stayed in Fengyi Palace. During this period, he also had some thoughts, but just for a moment, the idea was extinguished.

How could Queen Jiang give up the military power she had finally obtained with great difficulty?

Regarding rights, the old prince did not dare to fight for them at all.

An hour later, a simple martial arts competition was held in an empty place, and Mo Xin explained the rules.

"The winner is king, the loser does not care whether he lives or dies."

Those who wanted to participate in the competition looked at each other, and some of them were already timid.

Before even going to the battlefield, your life is in danger.

Jiang Yuyue was sitting behind a screen not far away, drinking tea leisurely and calmly. Through the screen, she vaguely saw a tall man standing next to the Prime Minister.

Isn’t it Pei Zhen?

"Empress, this time the Prime Minister brought a total of six people to participate in the competition. The old prince abstained, and the eldest prince Dongling also signed up. According to your instructions, the news was sent to the Shenxing Division. Everyone except King Yun gave up.

Already."

Jiang Yuyue raised her eyebrows, a little surprised by the King of Luck in her memory. How could a person who was always obedient and low-key think about participating in the competition?

Just as I was thinking about it, the first one to take the stage was King Luck. After simply dressing up, he took the stage. He held a long stick in his hand and clenched his teeth with a menacing attitude, as if he was looking for someone to fight to the death.

When the people below saw that he was the King of Luck, they all planned to step forward to challenge him, and jumped into the ring.

After just a few moves, King Lun was exhausted. He received a kick on the chest and took two steps back. There was blood in his mouth. He gritted his teeth and swallowed it back. He grunted and rushed forward again.

This time, he was kicked off by someone on the stage after only a few rounds.

The other party handed over his hand; "Your Majesty, I'm sorry."

King Yun curled up his fists and looked at the stage with great reluctance. His last glimmer of hope was shattered.

Only the old prince knows why King Yun fought so hard, just to find a way out.

"puff!"

King Yun clutched his heart tightly and began to vomit blood on the spot. He closed his eyes and fainted. Soon, two guards carried King Yun away.

No one cares about his injury, only who gets up next.

After several people took the stage one after another, the winner changed, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

Jiang Yuyue saw Pei Zhen warming up, and sure enough, the next second, she jumped directly into the ring and beat the opponent to death with her bare hands.

"hiss!"

"Who is this and why are you so brave?"

"Killing someone to death with one punch would be too cruel, leaving no way for the other person to survive."

This punch directly persuaded many people to retreat.

But there were also those who were not afraid of death and rushed forward. After a few moves, they obviously wanted to escape and surrender, but Pei Zhen didn't give him this chance. He grabbed the opponent's collar and pinched the opponent with one hand.

With a strong force, the opponent's neck was broken with a crunch.

"This is unreasonable. This is too much."

Some people were very dissatisfied. How could they dare to pinch someone to death in public when they were already begging for mercy?

"A martial arts tournament is not a real battlefield. Lord Pei is too ruthless."

"Isn't it true that just because of this fierceness, you go to the battlefield and hurt your own people?"

If you go with such a person, don't scold him. If you don't pay attention, he will be resented by the other person.

But the Prime Minister disagreed: "It's both an arena and a competition for the coach, so there will definitely be casualties. If you are not confident in yourself, you can retreat."

Several people were silenced by the Prime Minister. They did not dare to refute, so they took two steps back angrily and expressed their abstention.

Jiang Yuyue also saw the scene just now. With a tight face, she placed the tea cup in her hand heavily on the table.

"This Pei Zhen is really cruel and ruthless!"

You dare to be so unscrupulous in front of yourself. If you really gain military power, why not be even more arrogant?

She looked at the eldest prince Dongling and saw that he had not moved yet, standing in the crowd just watching the show.
Chapter completed!