The World is Shocked 106. Seven Princes of Beirong

On the stage, Yao Ji held a colorful embroidery ball in her hand and smiled at the audience. The men in the audience were all excitedly staring at the small embroidery ball. As long as they grabbed it, they could spend a night with the top dancer in the capital. This was definitely a huge temptation for these ordinary men who usually looked at Yao Ji even when they saw her. Yao Ji's eyes fell on Ye Li, raised her eyebrows and smiled at her. Ye Li frowned, and a bad premonition rose in her heart. Before she had time to figure it out, she saw Yao Ji raised the embroidery ball and threw it towards her. There was a burst of exclamations in the crowd, and those who were far away could only regret and curse in frustration. Those who were nearby were all staring intently at the embroidery ball flying in the air, raising their hands high to catch this blessing falling from the sky.

From the moment Yao Ji raised her hand, Ye Li understood the direction she wanted to throw. Yao Ji certainly didn't want to throw the embroidery ball to herself, but to Mo Xiuyao who was standing behind her. After the embroidery ball was released from her hands, Yao Ji raised her eyebrows towards her and moved her lips silently. Although there was no sound, it was not difficult for Ye Li who was good at lip reading. What she said was, "Do you think he will take it?" Ye Li cursed in her heart and turned back to pull away from Mo Xiuyao. If it was normal, with their skills, they would naturally have no problem avoiding a small embroidery ball, but now there were people all around them, and it was difficult for them to even step on their feet, let alone dodge. Mo Xiuyao lowered his head to look at Ye Li who was holding his clothes and chuckled. He raised his hand and slapped the embroidery ball that was originally flying towards him. The embroidery ball immediately changed direction and flew to the other side.

As the embroidery ball deviated, the crowd rushed to the other side. Mo Xiuyao held Ye Li in his arms to protect her from being squeezed by the crowd, and asked with a smile, "Ali, were you nervous just now?" Ye Li snorted and looked up at the stage. Yao Ji saw that her embroidery ball was hit away, but she didn't look disappointed. Instead, she smiled at Ye Li more charmingly and said silently, "Congratulations." Ye Li nodded slightly, accepting her congratulations.

The colorful embroidery ball was fought over by the crowd. Often, before a person could grab it, it was slapped or grabbed by the people around him. The fierceness of the fight was breathtaking. It was just a small embroidery ball. No matter how many people were fighting for it, it was impossible to fight for it endlessly. Just when a burly man who relied on his superiority was about to grab the embroidery ball, a remarkable figure flew over on the shoulders of the crowd, kicked the man's hand away, and kicked the embroidery ball to the woman standing on the stage.

Amid the disappointed exclamations of everyone, a swift figure quickly rushed onto the stage and caught the embroidery ball before it landed on Yao Ji. On the stage, a young man in brown brocade clothes stood leisurely beside Yao Ji. His handsome face was angular, and he had a more rugged and bold aura than the men of Da Chu. However, the sharpness in his half-smiley eyes made people know that he was not one of those warriors with strong limbs and simple minds. The man was playing with the embroidery ball in his hand nonchalantly, and smiled at the man who had landed in the crowd below the stage, "Since this young man doesn't like Miss Yao Ji and is just watching from the side, it's too rude to kick her embroidery ball back. It's said that Da Chu is a place of poetry, literature and etiquette, and it's too... rude of you to be so rude to a beautiful lady."

The man in the crowd, Mu Yang, the son of the Marquis of Muyang, had a sullen face. He flew onto the stage and slapped the man in brown without saying a word. The man in brown was obviously prepared and easily stepped aside. The man in brown was obviously prepared and easily stepped aside. The two men started fighting on the stage, and the people in the audience cheered. Since they couldn't snatch the beauty's favor, there was no loss in watching the excitement. Ordinary people didn't get much, so it was not easy for them to have too many obsessions.

Ye Li leaned in Mo Xiuyao's arms, curiously looking at the man fighting with Mu Yang on the stage. Just by looking at his appearance, it can be seen that this man is definitely not from Da Chu. "Is this... a Beirong person?" Ye Li didn't have a good impression of Beirong people. The last time was when she got married last year. The thirteenth prince of Beirong left a very bad impression on her. This time, this man was so elegant that he ran to such a place to play. Mo Xiuyao smiled and said, "It was reported that the Beirong people who came to welcome the bride came to Da Chu in advance. I didn't expect that he had already arrived in the capital so soon." Ye Li raised her eyebrows and looked back at him, "Do you know him?"

"Yelü Ye, the seventh prince of Beirong." Mo Xiuyao said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid Mu Yang is no match for him."

Ye Li nodded slightly. She could tell from just a few moves. Mu Yang’s kung fu was indeed good, but it was not as good as Yelu Ye’s, who was obviously honed on the battlefield. It was not Mu Yang’s fault. Although the Great Chu was martial, it also respected literature. In general, the powerful families tended to let their children pursue a career in politics rather than go to the battlefield. After all, swords were sharp on the battlefield and one could lose his life at any time. It was not easy for Mu Yang to be able to master both civil and martial arts at such a young age and to have such achievements in martial arts. The Northern Rong was completely different from the Great Chu. Although the foreign land had been influenced by the Central Plains culture, the people were still tough and the strong were respected. As one of the best sons of the King of the Northern Rong, Yelu Ye naturally fought to his death on the battlefield when he was only a teenager.

But after hundreds of moves, Mu Yang began to fall behind. Yelu Ye, on the other hand, was obviously getting more and more excited, and his fierce attacks made Mu Yang lose ground. Ye Li looked at Mo Xiu Yao and couldn't help frowning. She didn't want Mo Xiu Yao to go on stage, because no matter who won or lost, there would be a storm in the end. But at the same time, neither she nor Mo Xiu Yao could watch Mu Yang being injured by Yelu Ye. Yao Ji was a little absent-minded at first, but when she saw that Mu Yang was about to lose, she finally came to her senses and said angrily: "I told you to mind your own business! What does it have to do with you when I run my embroidery ball!"

Yeluye laughed loudly and said, "Miss Yaoji is right. Prince Mu, since you have kicked the embroidery ball back, what does this mean now?"

Mu Yang glanced at Yao Ji, still responding to Ye Luye's continuous attack without saying a word. However, even those who did not know martial arts could see that he was having a hard time. Ye Luye snorted coldly, and seemed to have finally lost his patience and smiled: "Since the prince has nothing to say, don't disturb me. Go!" With a low shout, Ye Luye slapped Mu Yang's heart with a palm. This palm was powerful and had the power to split mountains and rocks. Yao Ji, who was standing aside, couldn't help but cover her lips and screamed, "No!" The stage itself was not big, and Yao Ji was close to the two of them. Seeing Mu Yang in danger, Yao Ji screamed and tried her best to jump up. She had practiced martial arts since she was young, and her body was as flexible as that of ordinary martial artists. In this desperate situation, she used all her strength to insert herself between Mu Yang and Yelu Ye. It seemed that Yelu Ye's palm was about to hit Yao Ji.

The people watching the fight in the audience couldn't help but close their eyes and dared not watch anymore. When the two men started fighting just now, everything on the stage was smashed into pieces. If this blow had been made on Yao Ji, such a delicate beauty would have died instantly.

"Swoosh--" a ray of light flashed past quickly. Yeluye only felt a flash of light in front of his eyes and quickly retracted his palm power and stepped back a few steps to stand still. Yao Ji's face turned pale and she fell into the arms of Maoyang. She had closed her eyes and waited for death, but she found that the palm did not hit her. She opened her eyes and saw Mu Yang's eyes full of worry and anger. Thinking about the current situation of the two of them, her heart sank and she stood up and pushed Maoyang.

Yelu Ye stood with his hands behind his back, looking sideways at the pearl hairpin nailed to a pillar on one side. Although it was just an ordinary pearl and silver hairpin, the entire hairpin was deeply embedded in the wood, leaving only a pearl bead outside, which showed that the opponent's skills were very profound. If he had not withdrawn his palm power in time, Yelu Ye believed that the hairpin would definitely pierce his wrist. Looking back at the source of the hidden weapon, he saw a pair of young men and women dressed in low-key and elegant clothes. The woman was beautiful and graceful, but her eyebrows revealed a generosity and elegance that was different from that of ordinary women in Da Chu. The man was covered with a mask, and his moon-white robe made him look like a bright moon. He was gentle and elegant and extraordinary. Raising his eyebrows, Yelu Ye smiled and said, "This young man already has a beautiful woman in his arms, could it be that he is also interested in Miss Yao Ji?"

Mo Xiuyao smiled faintly and said, "Prince Yelu, you are joking. My wife is kindhearted and hates blood. It doesn't matter if the prince gets excited and doesn't know how to control the severity of the attack, but it would be bad if he scares my wife." Hearing this, Mu Yang turned back in surprise. Seeing Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li in the crowd, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He nodded slightly and didn't reveal the identities of the two. Yelu Ye didn't expect that his identity would be revealed in one sentence. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li. After a long while, he smiled and said, "So it's... I didn't expect to see the prince and princess here. It's a pleasure to meet you." Mo Xiuyao said calmly, "I didn't expect to see Prince Yelu in a place like this."

Yeluye smiled without saying anything, avoiding Mo Xiuyao's questioning about his sneaking into Chujing without permission. He pointed at Yao Ji and said with a smile, "Since the prince has no intention of competing for Miss Yao Ji, does that mean that Miss Yao Ji still belongs to me?"

"Don't even think about it!" Mu Yang said in a deep voice, and walked to Yao Ji and put her behind him. Yelu Ye sneered disdainfully, looked at Mu Yang with a half-smile and said: "Why don't you ask Miss Yao Ji for her opinion, Prince Mu? Maybe Miss Yao Ji would rather choose the stronger one?" Yao Ji walked out from behind Mu Yang in silence, and walked behind Yelu Ye in Mu Yang's shocked eyes, "Yao Ji! You..."

Yao Ji smiled faintly, but her expression was somewhat bitter. She said softly, "The rules for today were set by Yao Ji herself, so Yao Ji will naturally abide by them. It is a relief for our friendship over the years that Prince Lao has made a special trip. Please go back, Prince."

Mu Yang stared at her gorgeous face for a long time without saying a word. The smile on Yao Ji's face gradually became a little stiff, and finally she turned around and stopped confronting him. It was already late at night, and it was almost curfew. Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, the people in the audience left in disappointment. On the stage, Yelu Ye smiled at Ye Li and Mo Xiu Yao below and said, "My Lord, Princess, it is fate that we meet today. How about we find a place to have a drink and talk?"

Mo Xiuyao walked over holding Ye Li's hand and said with a faint smile: "Prince Yelu is in love with his beautiful wife, and you are still in the mood to reminisce with me?"

Yeluye's eyes flashed with a hint of anger, and he smiled and said, "My useless brother accidentally offended the prince last year. Fortunately, the prince was magnanimous and let him return to Beirong safely. I was just about to thank the prince in person." Mo Xiuyao nodded generously and said, "Guests are welcome. I am not a mean person. Prince Yelu does not need to remember such a small matter." Mo Xiuyao did not feel guilty at all for making the already stupid Yelu Ping even more stupid. In fact, if he could let him go back alive, Mo Xiuyao felt that his self-cultivation in these years was indeed good. Yeluye's heart choked, and he wished he could slap Mo Xiuyao to death. If Mo Xiuyao really killed Yelu Ping directly, he might not be so angry. But he sent Yelu Ping to his mortal enemy, the prince, and not only that, he also had someone leak the news to him. He was worried that Yelu Ping would reveal some of his secrets to the prince, so he had to go to great lengths to get him back from the prince. Who knew that the person he rescued was a fool who knew nothing. Of course, he absolutely believed that Mo Xiuyao must have told Yelu Ping everything he knew before he made him stupid. Half of the people in Dingguo Palace who stayed in this world would be a disaster, and my father was not lying to me.

"Is this the Princess Ding? I am Yeluye, the seventh prince of Beirong. Princess, I am honored to meet you." Knowing that he could not win over Mo Xiuyao in a conversation, Yeluye did not make it difficult for himself. He changed the target quickly and smiled at Ye Li.

Ye Li stood beside Mo Xiuyao and said with a light smile, "Prince Yelu is polite."

Yeluye looked at Ye Li with some impudence and said, "On the way to Chujing, I heard that the princess was as brave as a man. I originally thought... I thought she was such a graceful lady? Prince Ding is so lucky." Mo Xiuyao's eyes darkened, and a trace of murderous aura flashed across his eyes quickly but disappeared very quickly. He smiled at Yeluye and said, "Prince Yelu, you are kind. This is not a place to talk. Prince Yelu, do you think you can move to my humble abode and have a rest?" He looked sideways at the stage. It was only about a quarter of an hour before the curfew, and the crowd on the street had already dispersed. Only a few of them were left on the lively and festive stage, looking a little weird and strange.

Yeluye smiled calmly and said, "It is my honor to be invited by Prince Ding, but it is late today, and it is a bit rude to visit Prince Ding's mansion. I will visit the prince and princess in person someday." Yeluye believed that anyone with a sound mind would not make this decision to visit Prince Ding's mansion at this time. Seeing that he refused, Mo Xiuyao did not force him, "In this case, this prince and A'li will take their leave first. Prince Yelu and Prince Mu..."

Yeluye smiled and said, "My young prince has to go back to the inn. As for Miss Yaoji, it was just a joke. Please don't mind Miss Yaoji and Prince Mu." Mu Yang was stunned at first, as if he didn't expect him to let go so easily. Yaoji also looked at Yeluye in surprise. Yeluye didn't care and waved his hand and said, "I saw Prince Mu's skills and I was itching for a while. I hope you can forgive me if I offended you."

Since people have said so, Mu Yang naturally won't care about it anymore. He nodded and said, "Prince Yelu is more skilled. Please forgive me for making fun of you."

Yeluye raised his eyebrows and smiled. Just as he was about to speak, a cold light flashed at the corner of the street, and several men in black rushed over. Yeluye turned his head to avoid the oncoming knife light, and slapped the assassin away with a palm. He turned back and smiled at Mo Xiuyao, "My lord, it turns out that the night in Chujing is so dangerous." Mo Xiuyao held Ye Li in one hand and held the hand of an assassin with the other hand. He applied force lightly, and the sound of bones breaking in the middle of the night was crisp and pleasing to the ears. "Maybe it's because there are guests coming from afar? After all, I remember that the night in the capital was very peaceful before." Yeluye laughed loudly without refutation.

On the other side, Mu Yang was protecting Yao Ji while fighting the enemy. Yao Ji's body was a little stiff. Although she didn't want Mu Yang to touch her again, she knew that now was not the time to be willful. She could only let Mu Yang hold her in his arms without moving. The expression on her face was sad and she avoided the fear of encountering an assassin.

The assassins obviously realized that the three men in front of them were all masters, but Mo Xiuyao and Mu Yang were each protecting a woman, only Yelu Ye was free to kill without any worries. The assassins looked at each other secretly and turned around to besiege Mo Xiuyao and Mu Yang. As long as these two men were dealt with, the remaining one would be easy to deal with. Yelu Ye, who was left aside, raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo Xiuyao who was dealing with it easily, then turned around and rushed to the battle group on Mu Yang's side.

Ye Li was somewhat helplessly held in Mo Xiuyao's arms. Although she knew that Mo Xiuyao could handle the assassin in front of her, she was not used to being held in someone's arms in this situation. However, Mo Xiuyao's hand around her waist told her that he had no intention of letting her go. Ye Li could only sigh helplessly and carefully watch the assassins around her just in case.

I don't know who these assassins are, they don't look that good. Ye Li was bored and couldn't help, thinking with some boredom. Marrying into the Dingguo Palace, she must have encountered many assassins. In Ye Li's eyes, the level of these assassins can be said to be mediocre. Seeing that the three men almost effortlessly dealt with the assassins, Ye Li frowned slightly. It's better to say that these people are putting on a show for someone to see than to say that it's an assassination. Not to mention these three people are present, there are also the secret guards of Dingguo Palace and it is impossible for Yelu Ye to go out without guards. Even any one of these three men is not something these assassins can deal with.

"Be careful!" The last assassin was put down by Yeluye, Yao Ji immediately pushed Mu Yang away and retreated far away. Mu Yang was stunned for a moment as he looked at Yao Ji who was far away from him, but he just smiled bitterly and turned back to thank Yeluye. A fish that escaped the net behind him took the opportunity to shoot a hidden weapon at Yao Ji. Ye Li exclaimed in surprise, grabbed a jade pendant from Mo Xiuyao's waist and threw it over. With a bang, the hidden weapon was knocked away, and the jade pendant fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.