Chapter 820 Come on, Master Jiu!
On the stage, Thirteen's forehead was already covered with a layer of sweat.
He originally thought that he could use his flexible and light body skills to wear down his opponent, and when his strength was exhausted, it would be time to strike him hard.
But unexpectedly, this little prince is more profound in the palace than imagined.
Speaking of which, he has now found out that the little prince's skills are almost the same as his third brother.
He is only stronger than the third brother, but if he were to go against the ninth and tenth brothers, he would probably have no chance of winning.
However, this time it was him who was in trouble, and Thirteen understood that with his current skills, he had no way of dealing with this prince.
To be honest, there was no such competition in the previous life.
Now, because he had been delayed in the palace for half a month, he not only met Master Guangci, but also happened to encounter the Khalkha Prince who came to pay homage.
The Emperor then went to the tribe with the Khalkha Prince to review the troops.
Now that all the Mongolian tribes are here, if they just want to have such a competition, they must make full preparations in advance. However, this situation is completely unexpected.
His mind raced, searching for the right moment. After exchanging two moves with the little prince, he deliberately left him vulnerable. Just as he was about to strike his ribs with a powerful punch, he grabbed him and led him out of the arena.
Bang!
The gong rang out with a bang, and the two men stopped instantly.
The little prince's eyes were red with anger at Thirteen, and his fists were clenched so tightly that they made a crackling sound. "Thirteenth Prince, why don't you confront me head-on?"
Thirteen, however, only clasped his fists and said, "The little prince is amazing. Thirteen admires him. After all, he lost to the little prince. Thirteen was the first to leave the field."
Although the little prince won, his expression was not very good.
"The thirteenth prince is only sixteen years old, but he can barely fight the little prince to a draw. He is really amazing." At this time, a Mongolian prince could not help but admire.
The surrounding voices echoed one after another.
Emperor Kangxi and the Khalkha Prince had also been observing the battle situation. After seeing the situation clearly, they both frowned.
Obviously, the prince was very dissatisfied with the situation of the battle. He was dragged out of the battle with a teenager. His face looked very bad when he looked at the little prince.
"Let's play another round!"
The little prince noticed his father's dissatisfaction and immediately grabbed Thirteen.
Before Thirteen could say anything, he suddenly heard the Khalkha Prince scolding him: "Gajiri, you've already won, why are you still making a fuss? Get out of here!"
The little prince was unwilling to give in, so he clasped his fists and said, "Yes."
The Khalkha Prince then looked at Emperor Kangxi and smiled, "Great Khan, my son narrowly won. The Thirteenth Prince is a rare talent. In a few years, he will surely surpass my disappointing son."
Emperor Kangxi was very satisfied with Thirteen's current martial arts skills, but he was not happy about the current battle situation. However, he did not show it on his face and praised: "The two princes of the Khalkha tribe are extremely powerful, truly beyond the reach of ordinary people."
As soon as these words came out, the Khalkha prince burst into laughter: "Great Khan, you are too kind."
"I'll play this match." As he spoke, a burly man flew onto the court and said, "Who wants to fight me?"
When the prince saw the man on the stage, he burst into laughter. "Great Amugulang Khan, this is my second son, Azab. He's a very capable boy. Who is fighting here?"
Emperor Kangxi frowned slightly and looked behind him.
Where did Wenjiu take Old Nine and Old Ten again? Why haven't they returned in such a long time?
Now the fourth brother was not feeling well, the eldest brother and the thirteenth brother had also been out, and the eighth brother had been sent out. The only ones he needed were the ninth and tenth brothers, but they were missing again.
At that moment, Emperor Kangxi gritted his teeth and said, "These guys, when they come back, I'll show you how I'll deal with them."
"Haha, is there no one from the Qing dynasty who dares to come up? Or are they scared off by our Khalkha warriors?"
Azab below hit his chest with an iron hammer and shouted wildly on the stage.
Finally, the Khalkha Prince noticed Emperor Kangxi's displeasure, frowned, and shouted, "Azab!"
Upon hearing this, Azabu pounded his chest twice and said, "Father, don't worry, Azabu will definitely win the third game!"
"Khan, Azab is still young and doesn't understand much." The prince also restrained himself and looked carefully at Emperor Kangxi's expression.
Emperor Kangxi tapped his fingers on the table and suddenly smiled. "On the martial arts field, we need men of this true character. What's wrong with him? Prince None, don't take it to heart."
After saying this, Emperor Kangxi turned his gaze towards the generals and asked, "Warriors, who will fight the Second Prince?"
The generals were already enraged, their eyes red with anger. Now, the first four generals finally saw the reality and immediately kowtowed, "Your Majesty, we are willing!"
"Okay. Okay." Emperor Kangxi glanced at his ministers and felt relieved after all.
Although his son is unreliable, his subjects still have some blood in them.
However, Emperor Kangxi still couldn't be happy. If he used these generals, even if he won, what would there be to be happy about?
From then on, all the Mongol princes would know that his sons were useless and had lost two battles to the Khalkha tribe. They still had to rely on the general for emergency help.
The Mongolian tribes have always been in awe of the strong, and the imperial court's control over Mongolia is very weak. Although they seem to be relatively honest now, some of them still have ulterior motives.
It would be fine while he was in power, but what would happen after his sons succeeded him?
When Emperor Kangxi was frowning and thinking about how to break the situation, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Oh, this is really lively. Since you want to find an opponent, I will give you a competition."
After saying that, the young man in red turned around and entered the room, his peach blossom eyes full of interest.
Emperor Kangxi saw the person and glanced at the familiar faces in the audience. He leaned back in his chair with a smile on his face and let go of the teacup.
Wenjiu became nervous at this moment, because the Emperor Kangxi above him looked at him, but did not express any malice. However, the heart on his head was so light in color that it was almost invisible.
Is this old man angry with himself?
Taking another look at her own clothes, yes, it was probably because she didn't want to wear this man's clothes?
Or it's for something else.
Wenjiu was a little confused for a moment, so he had to be more careful.
"Little Four... Hey, Fourth Young Master, what are you doing? Come and cheer for Brother Nine!"
The Tenth Master shouted twice, feeling that it was foolish of him to be alone, and immediately started to warm the wine.
Wen Jiu came back to his senses and immediately raised his fist with Master Shi: "Come on, Master Jiu, Master Jiu will win!"
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