"Yes, it's just two thousand pounds."

The minister looked depressed and said with a dark look: "If you want to pull this divine bow, you will need at least two thousand kilograms of strength."

Suddenly he was slightly stunned, as if he had reacted, and looked at Guo Ziyi in surprise and said, "Why are you so strange that you don't even know that twenty stones are two thousand pounds?"

Guo Ziyi glared at the eyes of a bull, and said in anger: "You have to care! Which onion are you?"

But this minister was obviously a tempered person, and he also glared: "I am a king, a second-rank prince of the dynasty. You kid are so brave, you dare to talk to me like this."

However, Guo Ziyi was not afraid at all, and whispered directly, saying, "Is the prince amazing? I have even scolded the emperor. If you don't believe me, go and inquire. I was a death row prisoner a few days ago."

The minister was obviously stunned. Suddenly, he began to look at Guo Ziyi. After a long time, he suddenly asked: "I said, you guy, have you ever found a doctor before? You specified that there was something wrong with it, otherwise you shouldn't be so tough."

Zhang Jiuling coughed next to him, but had no choice but to rescue Guo Ziyi and said, "Don't be angry, the child did not do it on purpose. Before he went to court, he had told me that he had just suffered a brain injury not long ago, so..."

The Prince of Wuyang thought something and subconsciously said, "It turns out that he has suffered a brain injury. No wonder I think he is stupid. I don't understand a lot of common sense, and I look like a little fool."

Guo Ziyi was furious and glared: "Who do you think is a fool?"

Unfortunately, the Prince of Wuyang smiled and thought he had a brain disease again, so he just shook his head and looked sympathetic and did not argue.

Guo Ziyi was angry and annoyed, but he had no choice but to deal with the other party. If someone quarreled with him, he would naturally fuck him back, but if someone ignored him, he could only stand there and be angry.

...

Just as Guo Ziyi was thinking about provoking, he suddenly saw Prince Wuyang taking a deep breath.

Suddenly, the king walked out and laughed resolutely, "It's time to come, it's just your fate. Even if I'm broken by bowstring, I'll still fight for the Tang Dynasty."

Guo Ziyi was slightly stunned, but Zhang Jiuling looked surprised.

The old prime minister subconsciously reached out and wanted to hold Wuyang County Prince, and hurriedly stopped him: "Wuyang County Prince, don't do anything randomly. You have gone to the grassland to draw a bow three times in a row, but every time I was shocked by the bowstring..."

The Prince of Wuyang looked fearless and said calmly: "I couldn't pull it away before because I was afraid of death. But this time, the Turks have already bullied the doorstep. However, no one in the court's military ministers could pull this bow, so I can only send this life away."

"It's just life. Who can survive in this world? Hahaha, die if you die. The most powerful bow in the ages is right, the prince of Wuyang of the Tang Dynasty is here."

The eyes of the people in the court came, and everyone's faces showed unbearable expressions, and even the emperor subconsciously stood up.

Everyone knows that the Prince of Wuyang cannot pull the Xuanyuan Bow. If he insists on not letting go, he will definitely be killed by Gongxian in the end.

The Prince of Wuyang himself knew this, but his face was extremely determined.

Just a life, so what about death?

When the country and the nation are humiliated, someone must stand up and fight.

Guo Ziyi stood there in a daze, watching the person who had just quarreled with him walking out, especially the expression of dying, which made Guo Ziyi's chest a little blocked.

"This, King Wuyang is quite old." After a long time, Guo Ziyi reluctantly said something.

Zhang Jiuling's face was dull, as if he muttered to himself or answered him, saying, "After this year, the King of Wuyang is 60 years old."

"Six... sixty years old? He is already sixty years old?" Guo Ziyi's face became even more stunned, and he stared at the Prince of Wuyang who was walking out.

A sixty-year-old man died for the glory of the country.

Knowing that he would be killed by the bowstring, he decided to pull the bow open.

At this time, there was obviously no wind in the hall, but Guo Ziyi felt like sand was blowing into his eyes.

His eyes were moist.

Suddenly a thought arose in his mind, and then no matter how hard the thought was, it was like a ball of flame that was about to erupt...

"Maybe, I should pull this bow."

"You can't let a sixty-year-old man die in front of me like that."

Guo Ziyi took a deep breath, feeling that this thought was getting more and more violent.

...

On the other side, the Prince of Wuyang had already walked to the center of the hall.

When the Turkic envoy Hamantuo saw Prince Wuyang walking out, he sneered and mocked: "It turns out that he is an old acquaintance. It seems that the Tang Dynasty has really declined. Looking at the entire court, there are at least dozens of military officials, but no one dares to walk out, but instead let an old man come out to die. Hahaha, the Tang Dynasty has really declined."

This is too arrogant, and it is a naked slap in the face.

Suddenly, all the military officials in the court could not stand it anymore and shouted: "Don't you go fart! How dare the Turkic barbarians be arrogant!"

In an instant, all the martial officials rushed out collectively, their faces were full of sharp expressions, their eyes widened, and they roared: "Take the bow, right? What's the difficulty? Even if it is the most hard bow in the ages, it will not scare the blood of our Han family."

"Hahahaha, that's fine, everyone draws the bow, all of them." Hamantuo was obviously surprised and said excitedly: "I really want to see if there are any men in the Tang Dynasty."

"There are naturally no ischemia men in the Tang Dynasty!"

I saw a martial official rushing over and wanted to get the Xuanyuan bow without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the Prince of Wuyang suddenly kicked the martial artist away, shouted and scolded: "Get out of here, I will go back to you obediently. Before I fell down, it's not your turn to come forward."

The martial minister looked depressed and subconsciously said, "Master..."

"Get back!"

The Prince of Wuyang did not let him speak at all, and shouted fiercely: "The Turks are obviously conspiring and want you to be killed by Gongxian. If you are all dead, who will protect the Tang Dynasty? Get out, get out of here."

The martial minister's eyes were red, and the other martial officials also had tears in their eyes, and they said one after another: "Master, Prince, let's draw the bow. You are already sixty years old..."

The Prince of Wuyang laughed and said, "It is because I am sixty years old that I should come from me. Life is rare since I was seventy years old, so why should I die at sixty? I enjoy wealth and wealth all my life. I have tried everything delicious and fun. Even if I die in the hall today, everyone can only say that this is a joy and fun. But you are different, and the Tang Dynasty still needs you to continue to guard..."

As he said that, he suddenly turned his head to look at the emperor above and roared: "Your Majesty, I'm going. Today, let me pull out the Xuanyuan bow and let the people in the world see the martial arts of the Tang Dynasty."

Emperor Xuanzong of Tang seemed to want to stop him, but he stopped his words. After wandering for a long time, he finally turned into a sigh, as if muttering to himself: "I am wrong. I have been greedy for pleasure over the years, which has led to the decline of national strength and humiliation of foreign countries."

The Prince of Wuyang laughed again, as if he suddenly changed and felt relieved, saying: "Your Majesty can wake up in danger, which shows that the Tang Dynasty has a future. The old minister will look forward to it in the nine springs, hoping that Your Majesty will lead everyone to create another prosperous Tang Dynasty."

As he laughed, he suddenly shouted loudly, then grabbed the giant bow with both hands, opened his eyes and roared, "Get up for me!"

The big bow weighing 300 kilograms was actually picked up by a sixty-year-old man.

However, everyone present knew that this was just the first step.

Although the big bow is heavy, many generals can barely pick it up. The real difficulty is to pull it apart.

And the moment of pulling the bow must be the time when the Prince of Wuyang died.

Everyone's eyes showed unbearableness.

Looking at the old man's palm touching the bowstring with tears...

...

No one expected that a sound suddenly sounded in the hall.

"Hey, hey, I'll say, you old man, since you're so old, don't be as arrogant as a young man."

Everyone was stunned and subconsciously went to the person who spoke.

Then a figure came out and stepped out with great strides.

"It's Guo Ziyi, why did he stand up?"

In full view of the crowd, countless people were puzzled.

Guo Ziyi, as if no one was around, walked all the way to the Prince of Wuyang, and then, the guy smiled.

"Or, let me give it a try..."
Chapter completed!