After sitting in Fengyi Palace for a while, everyone went out together to admire the flowers.
Yata and Song Qi followed on either side of Meng Yilan.
She was supposed to accompany Yata to stroll through the Imperial Garden, but she herself didn't really want to. If she could, she would rather fight with Song Qi.
“Princess Yata, your eyes are very beautiful.” Song Qi tilted his head and looked at Yata, saying indifferently.
Yata paused for a moment.
“You’ve been looking at me the whole time, and it’s making me want to dig it out and keep it.” Song Qi said, then smiled warmly at Yata. She was also staring into Yata’s eyes, her gaze as if she were admiring some work of art.
That look made Yata extremely uncomfortable, sending chills down her spine, and she didn't say a word.
For the rest of the time, he stopped looking at Song Qi.
Yata suspected that Song Qi might have gone insane because he was forced to enter the palace.
She looked up at Song Qi, who was talking to Meng Yilan, and shuddered.
When did such a gentle smile appear on his face?
This woman has truly been driven mad.
When Yata saw that Song Qi seemed to sense something and was about to turn around, she immediately looked away.
"I thought I'd have to deal with Consort Fang and Yata's matter later, but I didn't expect that the two of you would start fighting first." Meng Yilan shook her head helplessly.
Song Qi smiled and said, "We're not arguing. This is called a one-sided crushing. She can't beat me, and she can't beat me either."
Meng Yilan looked at Song Qi and sighed: "Are you very familiar with her?"
“She also went to the battlefield with the First Prince and fought him a few times,” Song Qi said calmly. “Once, he almost twisted her head off.”
Meng Yilan frowned, her face turning slightly pale.
"I'm sorry," Song Qi said, noticing Meng Yilan's expression.
"fine."
"When will you get your nails done? My hands are healed." Song Qi held out his hand.
His hands now look nothing like those of a martial artist; they are fair, slender, and as white as jade.
“These past few days have been very busy, but we can steal a moment of leisure.” Meng Yilan placed her hand next to Song Qi’s. She used to think her hands were quite pretty, but now, compared to this, they were simply incomparable.
She withdrew her hand again.
Lunch was still eaten together by the entire harem, and many elaborate dishes were prepared to accommodate Yata.
The first day in Dacheng will be rather boring, but it will get more interesting afterwards.
Song Qi heard Meng Yilan say that there would be activities such as Cuju (ancient Chinese football), polo, and martial arts competitions.
She was quite intrigued by what she heard.
However, as a concubine in the harem, she would most likely not be allowed to leave the scene unless someone dared to provoke her.
Song Qi stroked his chin and glanced at Yata.
What a clueless person!
Yata happened to look up, and the two of them looked at each other. Yata couldn't understand the meaning of Song Qi's smile, so she frowned.
During their lunch break, Song Qi and Meng Yilan painted their nails together.
It was Song Qi's first time getting her nails painted. She stared at them for a while and thought they looked pretty good, wondering if she would get her nails done when she got back.
The next morning, Song Qi got up early. Today, the Jin and Cheng dynasties were going to have a martial arts competition.
She glanced at the list of attendees and saw that several of them were her former lieutenants, who were now mostly separated into different teams.
Song Qi twitched the corners of his mouth and took a deep breath.
Looking down at her palace attire, she wondered what the people in the palace would think of Shao Jie.
She took her sword with her.
Song Qi and Meng Yilan sat next to Zhao Zhi, their positions arranged somewhat haphazardly.
When Yata saw the sword that Song Qi had brought, she couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, why did you bring a sword?"
"What does this have to do with you?" Song Qi glanced at Yata, then touched the sword in his hand. "Does the princess miss it? After all, it once brushed past your neck."
Yata's face stiffened, and she continued to ask, "Does Your Highness also wish to go up and participate in the martial arts competition?"
She looked at Song Qi's red fingernails and sneered inwardly.
"I really want to, but I'm also afraid. If I dressed like this and beat all the people of Dacheng to a pulp, wouldn't that be too disrespectful to you?" Song Qi glanced at Yata.
Yata took a deep breath and smiled: "Those participating in this competition are all the most powerful soldiers in our Great Cheng. It will probably not be easy for Your Majesty to win."
When Huda heard Yata's words, he really wanted to punch her. Why did she have to say such harsh things?
However, despite giving Yata countless subtle hints, she ignored them all.
"It's just a game, Your Majesty, you don't need to take it seriously."
Song Qi laughed: "Is that possible?"
Huda: ...
Zhao Zhi turned his head to look at Song Qi: "Do you want to go up?"
"I haven't moved in a long time, and my hands are itching to practice. If His Majesty won't let me go up, I can practice with him when I have nothing to do." Song Qi looked at Zhao Zhi with genuine admiration.
Zhao Zhi inexplicably sensed a threat in Song Qi's eyes.
"If you want to go up, then go up."
Huda: !!!
"Your Majesty, isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Hu Da said.
"What's wrong with that? Is the Crown Prince afraid?" Song Qi glanced at Hu Da and raised his voice.
This would allow the onlookers to hear more clearly and also attract the attention of those who hadn't noticed it.
Hu Da wanted to curse, but since things had already gone this far, he naturally couldn't back down anymore. Who knew what this woman would say next?
He glanced at Zhao Zhi, wondering how this man could tolerate Song Qi.
The competition took the form of a ring.
Song Qi eventually changed her clothes. She quite liked the palace dress she was wearing, and it would be a real loss if it got torn.
She was preparing to go on stage third.
It has to be said that the people Da Cheng sent out this time were indeed quite good. In the first round, Da Jin won, and in the second round, Da Cheng won, and so on.
When Song Qi jumped off the high platform where the onlookers were gathered, the scene briefly spiraled out of control. She heard someone shout "General Shao."
This was the first time she had used the "lightness skill" of this world, and she had to admit, it was quite exhilarating.
I just don't know how it works, and I can't practice it after I go back.
"I never expected to have the honor of competing with the renowned General Shao today." An unnamed soldier from Dacheng glanced at Song Qi's fingernails and sneered.
Song Qi smiled, holding the sword: "Yes, indeed, it's your honor."
The man opposite him froze, not expecting Song Qi to be so arrogant.
He looked at Song Qi and began to imagine how he would be praised after he beat this man down.
Half an incense stick later, the man was kicked out of the arena.
Song Qi basically did not use a sword.
Anyone familiar with martial arts could see that Song Qi was much stronger than before, and he was using many techniques that had never been seen before.
Yata's face was extremely pale; the difference in their strength terrified her.
The crowd cheered loudly from Da Jin's side.
The people on Dacheng's side were ashen-faced, and they recalled the fear of being dominated by this devil.
After Song Qi kicked the sixth person out, he stopped. If the fight continued, someone from Dacheng's side would probably be crying: "It seems pointless. I'm not fighting anymore. Lin Yang, you take my place and defend the title."
“Yes.” Lin Yang, standing on the sidelines, looked at Song Qi with eyes full of admiration.
Song Qi returned to the high platform, looking as neat and tidy as ever, except that her hair was a little messed up by the wind.
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