After leaving the palace, Zhu Cunfeng was quite happy.

The thought of leaving Beijing made him feel sad from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey, what's there to see in Qin? It's so hot!"

After getting on the carriage, the serving eunuch saw that his master was in a bad mood and immediately came up to him and said, "Sir, are you eating fried chicken today?"

"How about going to eat roast duck!"

"Recently, there is a roast duck that comes from Nanjing. It is much more authentic than here in Beijing. It is sweetened with sugar..."

"Why are you eating roast duck?" Zhu Cunfeng shook his head: "I have no appetite."

"Sir, let's go watch a boxing match. This is a Mongolian wrestler versus a Rakshasa boxing champion——"

"Oh?" Zhu Cunfeng raised his eyebrows and immediately became interested: "Then go and have a look."

The carriage quickly turned around and headed out of the city.

Although the theater is delicious, people naturally admire excitement and violence, so the fighting stage came into being.

The Zhu family, the great imperial merchant of Yuquan Mountain, spent a lot of money to build a fighting platform near the west of the city, specializing in the business of rich people - competitions.

Horse racing, dog racing, cockfighting, cricket fighting, polo, Cuju, etc., dozens of games can be said to be very interesting.

Especially the most passionate martial arts fights are extremely popular.

The so-called martial arts refers to two parties fighting each other, and it is divided into three types.

One is pure kung fu, where punches reach the flesh without harming life; the other is life-and-death battles using weapons.

And the most thrilling and exciting battle to the death between man and beast.

Especially the life-and-death showdown between man and beast, it was such a big gimmick, and it only happened every ten days, it aroused excitement throughout Beijing.

No matter how strong humans are, who are their opponents to jackals, tigers and leopards?

This kind of blood and excitement makes everyone like it so much that they call it the Destiny Colosseum.

As the name suggests, if you want to survive, you can only rely on destiny.

This building is huge in scale. Although it is all wasteland, it covers an area of ​​nearly thirty acres and is a first-class large building.

Less than half an hour later, the carriage arrived at the Colosseum.

What appeared in front of King Xiang was naturally a group of behemoths.

It is a petal-shaped building, which is round and open in the middle. The rain does not disturb the onlookers at all.

Two buildings, one large and one small, form the Colosseum.

The largest is the racecourse, which is eighty feet long and fifty feet wide. The stands are divided into seven levels and are three feet high, enough to accommodate ten thousand people at the same time.

The ticket only costs one big coin (ten coins), and just a horse racing event can make a profit of a hundred silver dollars.

And the biggest gamble is betting on horse racing.

Twelve horses compete at the same time, and tens of thousands of people take bets. The odds are three to five times higher, which makes people excited.

There are turf fields for Cuju and polo, both large and small.

The smallest one is a boxing ring.

Having said that, it can also accommodate more than 3,000 people at one time, and the tickets are as high as a hundred dollars.

There were already many horse-drawn carriages parked in the flat parking lot in front of the building. Many coachmen were wiping their sweat, chatting, and waiting for their owners to return.

What is novel is that in order to avoid conflicts, each carriage is marked with grid lines, which is just suitable for the carriage to stop, which greatly reduces conflicts and is neat and convenient at the same time.

"Master, come with me!"

As soon as the carriage entered, a man came over and hurriedly led the way, so that the carriage could stop safely without having to worry about it.

The direction he takes is also particular.

It seems that the carriages are divided into three categories according to their material and price. They are clearly differentiated and do not violate the rules at all.

"If you are worried, you can let me watch it for you!"

"No need!" the eunuch said casually, and followed King Xiang away. Several mounted guards also left people to watch the horses and followed closely.

For King Xiang, martial arts was his best, so naturally he went to the boxing ring.

"Today I heard that it was Jingguo Gong's competition that won the championship!"

"Nonsense, Anguo Gong's Divine Thunder has won the championship for the second time in a row, and he will definitely be the champion this time too!"

"Hey, I heard that Duke Xuan found a magical horse from Beihai. It's incredibly fast..."

Along the way, there is always an endless stream of people going to watch the horse racing. At the same time, everyone loves gambling, which makes the racecourse almost full. There are two or three races every day, which is very lively.

King Xiang was not interested in horse racing at this time. What he loved was fighting.

The identity of the prince was unimpeded for him, and he went up from the VIP aisle and went directly to his own box.

The third floor has the best location. After he sat down, the corresponding drinks and dishes were served in a short time.

At this time, a boxing fight was already going on in the ring.

The punches hit the flesh, and flesh and blood flew everywhere, causing a round of applause.

King Xiang looked up and lost interest.

After watching too many games, he was no longer interested in such low levels.

In the boxing ring, players mainly come from two categories.

One type is domestic thugs, nobles and nobles. Businessmen often recruit people to look after their homes and care for their homes. They also like to show off, so they let them go on stage to play in competitions.

The second category is self-registration.

Anyone who thinks they have a skill but no way out can enter the ring.

The boxers' bonuses are accumulated, winning the first game is five yuan, the second is ten yuan, the third is twenty yuan, the fourth is thirty yuan, the fifth is forty yuan...

It can be said that as long as you win one game, you can earn back a few months of food, which is worth it.

The fighters arranged in the boxing ring will naturally match their strength. Those who can reach the eighth game will never be assigned to novices.

In addition to tickets, the profit naturally comes from betting.

"Everyone, the person who is going to play today is from Uncle Lingshou's family. He was named Zhebie. He was a wrestler found from the grassland. He is a very tall man..."

The host started praising a burly Mongolian man on the ring.

Immediately, he spoke to the equally burly Rakshasa man on the other side: "Ping Guogong captured many Rakshasa people in Beihai, and this man is the leader..."

"Let's get started!"

"We already knew-"

Amidst the insults, the host was unhurried and introduced without any care, and stopped after half a quarter of an hour.

When you host for a long time, you have to be indifferent to humiliation.

Because the betting market had already been opened the day before the game, everyone had placed bets, so naturally they were eager to start.

Once you get used to it, it will become normal.

Lingshou Bo Zhou Zhao was the son of the eldest princess Kunning. He was favored by his grandfather Chongzhen and had a good relationship with the King of Liao. He was one of the most dandy sons in the capital.

There is no such thing as bullying and kindness, but he is very good at eating, drinking and having fun, and is sought after by some second-generation people.

At this time, he also took his face into consideration, so he did not invite an oiran to accompany him. Instead, he hugged his beloved concubine and looked down confidently.

Not far away from him was Chen Chen, the son of Ping Guogong Chen Dong. He was in his twenties and was two years younger than Zhou Zhao, but he was very powerful.

If you stick your head out a little, the two of you will be face to face.

Although he was only an earl, Zhou Zhao's status among the nobles was not low, and he was looked after by both the government and the public. Especially since he had royal blood, he would not be afraid even if he met the Duke of the Kingdom.

As the second generation, Chen Chen didn't feel timid for the sake of the family's face, he just stood up.

"Okay!" Zhou Zhao chuckled and said, "Brother Chen is very confident. Don't cry if you lose!"

"Brother Zhou, I am a very fastidious Rakshasa. At home, I can fight ten against one. Don't lose money!"

Chen Chen couldn't bear it anymore and immediately retorted.

In order to prevent cheating in betting in the boxing ring, both parties cannot buy themselves to lose, but can only buy themselves to win.

Just like Chen Chen, he bought 100 yuan and lost 1 and 3 according to the odds. If he won, he would directly earn 30 yuan, but if he lost, it would be gone.

Zhou Zhao snorted lightly but did not respond.

King Xiang, who was watching the play on the side, was actually enjoying himself, and then looked down with interest.

Both the Rakshasa and the Mongolian Han were the kind of people with big shoulders and round waists. The originally spacious arena now seemed cramped.

"Master, which one do you think is better?"

The eunuch on the side asked in a low voice.

"I can't say for sure!" King Xiang said casually: "In the art of wrestling, those with bigger bodies are better than those with smaller bodies, and those with more experience are better than those with less experience."
To be continued...