"Fourth sister, Wang Wei..."

In the field, the Portuguese warriors who were competing with Wang Shiwei had completely gained the upper hand. Wang Shiwei was hit hard on the shoulder and took a few steps back. Before he could stand still, the Portuguese fist came to his face again.

In the blink of an eye, the Wang Guard lost the power to fight back and was always in a passive defense.

"The King's Guard is bleeding."

Zhuang Yunling's face was full of worries. That was the big sister's fiancé. What should I do if she was beaten up?

Everyone in the stands calmed down and was extremely heartbroken.

The competition stipulates that if one side does not admit defeat, the competition will continue. The corners of Wang Shiwei's mouth are bleeding and difficult to defend, and the people of the Portuguese are becoming more and more braver as they fight.

"Hahahahahaha, OK!"

The Portuguese location was in Bru laughing happily, and the relatives and nobles on the side also seemed to be like this.

How could the Portuguese warriors lose to the young men like Dali?

The emperor's face was as gloomy as water, and the ministers below were even more indignant. Since it was a competition, it should be stopped. This was no longer a competition, but a naked humiliation.

Dali had already lost one match in the first game. If Wang Wei lost the third game, there would be no need to do it. Everyone couldn't help but clenched their fists.

Guard Wang was punched again and fell to the ground. The Portuguese man smiled and bent down and waved his fists.

Seeing the fist falling on Wang Shiwei, the people in the stands were full of impatience and indignation.

"Please admit defeat, why don't you admit defeat?"

Zhuang Yunling was about to cry. As long as Wang Wei admits defeat, why don’t he admit defeat?

Zhuang Xile coldly looked at the situation on the court. When the emperor didn't speak up, who would dare to give in on his own initiative? Dali had already lost in this competition.

The Wang Shiwei family was weak and he was not even qualified to plead for the emperor. The only one who could save him was his future father-in-law Zhuang Liangzheng.

Zhang Xile turned her head and saw that her uncle could no longer hold back and walked towards the emperor.

General Si'an Wang Xing looked at the competition on the court with red eyes and his fists squeezed and his hands were swelling. The Wang family had no power anymore. The most proud descendant in the mansion was Wang Chong who was being beaten on the court. His son was beaten like that and he didn't dare to say a word like me.

A figure hurriedly passed by, and at the same time he looked at it, it turned out to be Zhuang Liangzheng, the Minister of War. At this moment, he was running to the emperor and kneeling down.

I don’t know what Zhuang Liangzheng said, but the emperor spoke with a gloomy face. Soon a polite official came forward and sang loudly: “In the second competition, Portuguese wins.”

This is giving up.

Wang Xing's fist was slightly loose, and he felt complicated and inexplicably grateful. The Zhuang Mansion was now looking at the momentum, and he was competing with the Zhuang Mansion.

The man from Dali hurried forward and carried the guard Wang down. The Portuguese people on the other side laughed loudly to welcome the warriors' return.

After losing this competition, the emperor's eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of Zhuang Xile, hoping that the woman could win a game when she came on the court.

At this time, King Yong'an stepped forward and spoke in front of the emperor for a long time, but the emperor was unhappy.

Although there was discussion about the woman's decision to give up the competition, the emperor did not agree to arrange the candidate just in case He Wei still arranged the candidate.

The selected girl was as if she was facing a great enemy. She had already fought two battles before she even came on the court. The competition just now shattered the lucky blows in their hearts.

Even their sisters and mothers had a serious face and their eyes were red.

The emperor and the King of Yong'an continued to talk, it seemed that the emperor did not intend to let the woman give up directly.

Xuyu Empress Dowager also walked over, and after some discussion, the emperor silently picked up the teacup.

"Sister Xile, do you think the emperor will agree?"

He Wei sighed. They originally planned that if the man wins their women, it doesn't matter even if it doesn't matter. I didn't expect the man to lose so badly.

I feel very confused now.

"I'll know right away."

Zhuang Xile's eyes had never been taken back, and he watched the ritual officer step forward again and signaled He Wei to listen.

"Because Dali women learn more about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and their martial arts skills are not good at all. So, they voluntarily admit defeat in the second women's martial arts competition, and Portugal won!"

As soon as these words were said, they were shocked all over the audience. Unlike the sarcasm of the Portuguese women, Dali was waiting for the stage to breathe a sigh of relief.

There is a joy of surviving the disaster.

The third competition was ahead of schedule, and both sides began their final preparations.

An eunuch trotted to Zhuang Xile and bowed, "Mr. Xile, the emperor summoned you to ask questions."

Zhuang Xile stood up and followed the eunuch. He Wei's breath that had just relaxed suddenly became suspended again. At present, both sides have their own draw, and the last game is particularly important.

In the last game of the woman, Zhuang Xile and Beizhu were all on the court with their own guards, and the rest were all spectators.

"Xile girl, are you sure about the last competition?"

The emperor sat upright on the dragon throne, and King Yong'an, Duke Rong and others all stood sideways and looked down on Zhuang Xile.

"Return to the emperor, my daughter is sure."

Zhuang Xile was not humble at all. She had to be sure if she was not sure at this time.

Seeing her answer so simply, everyone not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but his expression became even more serious.

"Little girl, does your grandfather teach you kung fu?"

"What kind of kung fu was your grandfather teaching you?"

"Who helped you train those female guards?"

Duke Rong asked questions one after another, and for the sake of other things, Princess Beizhu's guards all looked strong, but they were obviously a woman, but the muscles on the arm under the sleeves were faintly visible and looked not weak.

In contrast, this little girl's guards are all beautiful and slim, looking pleasing to the eye.

But today is not someone's guard who is beautiful.

Zhuang Xile spoke honestly, "Those guards were trained by my father. As for my kung fu, just be careless."

Gong Rong was even more puzzled. He always felt that this little girl could beat Beizhu's man.

I also thought that since it was his father who was scolding me, I should have done my best to make the safety of my daughter, and I felt a little better.

"Xile girl, you will definitely not lose this competition."

The emperor's majestic eyes fell on Zhuang Xile, "Pufan has not received any benefits from your grandfather. Don't let your grandfather down."

"yes."

Zhuang Xile nodded heavily. Not only could she not lose, she also wanted to teach Beizhu an unforgettable lesson.

"Go and prepare."

The emperor spoke up and retreated.

"Master, the prince asked me to hand over this thing to you, so that you must put it on."

Zhuang Xile was about to discuss tactics for Hua Rong and others again, but before she could speak, Hua Rong handed over a bag.

Get it slightly heavy.

"Give it to the prince?"
Chapter completed!