Xu Qing's admiration for Murong Yue increased even further.

Zhang Bingcheng turned his head slightly and glanced at the ministers out of the corner of his eye, noticing that no one showed any surprise.

It is clear that in the eyes of the ministers and prime ministers, His Majesty's order was just like a routine matter, merely a normal screening process...

That should be the case.

Zhang Bingcheng fell into deep doubt about life.

Xu Qing stepped forward and said, “It’s freezing outside. Why don’t you four have the competition in this hall? Just stop when you’ve made your point.”

Yan Jiu showed no embarrassment whatsoever. She deftly took off her official robe and carefully folded it beside her seat as if it were a rare treasure.

This official robe was his only one.

When he was in Dazhou, he was reluctant to wear it easily, and would only wear it on solemn and formal occasions.

In a fight like this, fists and feet can be dangerous. If someone gets hurt, well... how am I supposed to explain this to my wife when I get home?!

Underneath the official robe was an undershirt, which was everyday clothing. In the depths of winter, when the chill was biting, his wife would add cotton padding to this undershirt, making him feel as if he were surrounded by warm sunshine.

Further inside are the inner garments, which are considered close-fitting underwear.

Yan Jiu gently tugged at her shirt. The coarse cloth was tough and sturdy, not easily damaged.

Removing one's official robes and wearing only a shirt is considered improper in the main hall, but it is reasonable to hold a competition at this moment.

Murong Anle didn't say anything.

Zhang Bingcheng curled his lip.

Hmph, you brute.

They're quite active when it comes to eating and fighting.

Also, what is that thing he's wearing?

Since His Majesty had issued the decree, Zhang Bingcheng and his two companions had no choice but to lift their robes and prepare for a fight.

The four fought in a chaotic melee, like demons dancing wildly, with no strategy or pattern in sight.

Zhang Bingcheng's fist was as weak as cotton, landing lightly on Lord Guo without any offensive power.

Lord Guo had some martial arts skills; with a flick of his arm, Zhang Bingcheng fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

He fell flat on his back in front of everyone.

That's outrageous!

Zhang Bingcheng was furious.

He knew in his heart that Lord Guo believed himself to be a martial arts master who could defeat him, so he was preparing to do his best to please the Emperor in order to win the position of Prefect of Suizhou.

Since Lord Guo is unkind, don't blame him for being unjust.

Zhang Bingcheng showed no mercy, raising his foot and kicking Guo Daren in the chest with lightning speed.

Caught off guard, Lord Guo was also kicked face-first into the dirt.

Upon seeing this, the other official, Lord Li, quickly retreated, only to find himself facing Yan Jiuzhi.

"Lord Yan, come here."

Lord Li is a health enthusiast, and he immediately adopted a Tai Chi stance, slowly beginning to practice.

Yan Jiu bowed with clasped hands and said, "I apologize for the inconvenience."

The harsh environment of Northwest China perfectly showcased Yan Jiu's physical advantages.

The muscles on his arms bulged high, as hard as steel, and he easily lifted the adult without breaking a sweat.

Lord Li was terrified, flailing his arms and legs wildly in the air while shouting, "Hey, hey, hey, let go!"

Yan Jiu carried the person steadily toward the entrance of the main hall, her movements fluid and graceful, even managing to dodge Zhang Bingcheng's sudden kick.

Upon arriving at the palace gate, Yan Jiu gently set the person down, clasped her hands in a respectful bow, and said earnestly, "I apologize for my offense."

He then turned and went back into the hall.

At this moment, Zhang Bingcheng and Lord Guo suddenly realized that their real enemy was not each other, but Yan Jiuzhi in front of them.

Their eyes met, they tugged at their tattered clothes, and pounced on Yan Jiu like hungry tigers.

Yan Jiu lightly raised her palm, pressing it firmly against Lord Guo's forehead like an iron clamp.

Lord Guo kicked his legs wildly, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Yan Jiu's clothes.

What a disgrace!

He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Lord Zhang, quickly use the strategy of 'besieging Wei to rescue Zhao'!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Bingcheng lunged at Yan Jiuzhi's other arm, completely disregarding his own image, and hugged Yan Jiuzhi tightly before rolling to the ground.

The ministers quickly took several steps back to the side, fearing that the hammer-like fist would hit them in the face.

ah?

And, this allusion can be used in this way?

Fearing her shirt would be torn, Yan Jiu had no choice but to release Lord Guo and use her free hand to tear Zhang Bingcheng off her.

Zhang Bingcheng, like a mangy dog, gripped Yan Jiu's shirt sleeve tightly, determined to pin Yan Jiu to the ground.

Sizzle—

Suddenly, cotton wool filled the hall, fluttering down like goose feathers in a heavy snowfall.

Achoo—

Achoo—

Several adults with sensitive noses were so stimulated that they kept sneezing.

Zhang Bingcheng never expected this to happen; he actually tore the country bumpkin's cotton-padded coat. He couldn't help but secretly lament that this poor wretch might fight him to the death!

Yan Jiu was truly furious; this shirt was his wife's hard work!

As soon as he let go, Zhang Bingcheng cried out "Ouch!" and fell heavily to the ground.

Yan Jiu hadn't expected that his official robes would remain unscathed, but his undergarments would be damaged. Nevertheless, he let out a heavy snort and stood aside, suppressing his anger. After all, this was the imperial palace in the capital, and he absolutely could not lose his temper at this moment.

I can only buy a new one after I leave the palace.

Murong Yue stood up, her almond-shaped eyes full of admiration, and pointed her jade finger at Yan Jiu.

"You, go to Suizhou."

"Ah, here's a reward."

His Majesty was sparing with words, and that's how the position of Prefect of Suizhou was decided.

She thought this girl named Yan Jiuzhi was pretty good; she could eat a lot and fight well, which suited her taste.

ah?

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