Marriage Under the Heavens

Yan Yuwan, this Quanli Capital knows it well, but no one dared to say it, even the discussion behind it is cautious, let alone said it in front of Yan Yu. The person who dared to say that the emperor's uncle Yan Yu was degenerate, I am afraid that besides the current sage, Nie Ren is definitely the first person.

Yan Yu's four beauties surrounded him when he heard the words, and Diao Chan scolded at Nie Ren's back: "What general, dare to talk to the emperor like this and live so impatiently?"

Yuhuan frowned, Manbu walked over, reached out to pick up the kite, and handed it to Yan Yu. Yan Yu didn't stretch out his hand to pick it up, but patted the kite with one palm. The kite, which looked like an eagle, was photographed to pieces and it was unimaginable.

The hearts of the onlookers sank. It seemed that the emperor was angry, and they all looked at Nie Ren sympathetically, for fear that Nie Ren would end up like a kite.

Nie Ren had already turned around and left. He stopped and looked back when he heard the voice. A trace of mockery flashed in the cold starry eyes.

There was no sign of anger on Yan Yu’s face, and the corners of his lips still had a lazy and charming smile. He also leaned against a tree and stretched out his hand to greet him: "General Nie, that’s it. gone?"

Nie Ren raised his eyebrows, and a cold light flashed in his cold eyes. He asked indifferently: "What? Is there anything wrong with the prince?"

Yan Yu walked up to Nie Ren with a smile, and handed the axis of the kite in his hand to Xi Shi, squinting his eyes directly at Nie Ren's cold starry eyes, the smile on his face became brighter, "What did you just say? Now, the dude? You deserve to be a man who came back from the Asura field. He is bloody. Today this king gives you a face and compares you with you. If you win, this king will consider himself a dude. How?"

Nie Ren was taken aback, looking at Yan Yu's malicious smile, and said lightly: "The prince really wants to compete with the Weichen?"

Yan Yu smiled casually: "That's still false? But if you lose, how should I punish you?" Yan Yu put his cheeks on, as if thinking hard, his eyes passed the black cat playing in the flowers. His eyes flashed like a morning star, "I think you like this cat very much. If you lose, then you will lie on the ground and learn from this king, how about the cat's cry?" The voice is low and elegant, and the words are so insulting, but the tone seems to be love words, enough to cause sinking.

Qin Jiu stared at the light in Yan Yu’s eyes and sighed softly in his heart. Nie Ren had just returned from the battlefield, and he was used to seeing soldiers shroud in horse leather to protect Da Yuguo, and the royal family they guarded were so virtuous. He is a courageous, **** and upright general. It is for sure that Yan Yu can't be used to it. It's just that Yan Yu is so offended, for fear that there will be no good fruit to eat.

She is curious, what does Yan Yu want to compare with Nie Ren? Like him, Huahua Wang, who can only sing and raise prostitutes, knows how the kung fu of three-legged cats can match Nie Ren's martial arts.

Nie Ren smiled fearlessly, his eyes were silent, and he said lightly: "I don't know what the prince is going to compare with the minister?"

Yan Yufei raised his eyebrows, his black jade eyes swept over, and the corners of his lips were half hooked. He pulled out a weird expression that looked like a smile but not a smile, and slowly said, "Pick the pulley!"

Pick a tackle?

Qin Jiu was taken aback.

The trolley is a part of the famous drama "The General".

The protagonist of the play "General" is the young general Li Fei. He played a long spear in the play. In a famous battle of Mianhupo, the enemy abducted his beloved woman. He attacked alone. On the enemy’s cottage, a long spear killed the enemy and forced the enemy to activate the mechanism. They slid off the top of the mountain with pointed-toe, iron-clad carts. The car itself weighed 300 kilograms. The momentum from top to bottom adds up to a thousand catties. Li Fei was forced to have nowhere to hide in the narrow mountain road, and was about to die.

In an emergency, he picked up the iron pulley with a spear in his hand and threw it behind him. After overturning six cars in this way, he was finally exhausted and was crushed to death by the seventh car. His beloved woman also died for him, which is an embarrassing tragedy.

This play is very famous. Qin Jiu had watched it several times in the theatre building, and every time he sighed for Li Fei in the play. A woman in a boudoir like them, who doesn't have a heroic dream, who doesn't want to meet a man like Li Fei.

I heard back then that Yan Yu had also acted in the drama "A General", but Qin Jiu had no chance to watch it. She remembered that after she heard about it, she still thought it was funny. What kind of funny is it that Yan Yu, a prince of flowers and flowers, played the role of a man like Li Fei?

Qin Jiu's lips twitched when Yan Yu mentioned the picking pulley today.

The actors all have real skills. Although they are not superb in martial arts, their skills may not be as good as some martial arts masters. Yan Yu proposed to pick the tackle in the competition, but it was a little tricky. However, the real pulley is not the prop car in the play, can Yan Yu pick it up?

Nie Ren raised his eyebrows and said faintly: "Pick the tackle and pick the tackle. If the prince loses, do you still learn to meow?"

Yan Yu smiled leisurely, with a proud smile on the corners of his lips, "That's natural. That said, General Nie agreed. Diao Chan, you go and inform Zhang Nian to get him to prepare five pulleys. There are everywhere on this mountain. It's a sloping road. Let him find a steep slope. This king, the dude, wants to compete with General Nie!"

Diao Chan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Master, do you want a real cart? Or, a prop car in the show?"

Yan Yu squinted his eyes and said, "Do you look down on General Nie for the props in the show? Go, prepare for the real iron carts, which cost five 300 jin."

Diao Chan answered hurriedly and walked quickly.

Everyone saw a good show again, and this good show seemed to be more exciting and exciting than the previous martial arts performance, and no one went to the Houhuayuan to have a meal. Baba waited for Zhang Nian to send someone to do it. The iron cart is coming.

Qin Jiu frowned slightly, feeling that Yan Yu was really moody, and he still had to relax in front of him in the future, don't really offend him, otherwise he really couldn't eat it!

Yan Su saw that Yan Yu had played a little bit this time, frowned and walked in front of Yan Yu, and persuaded: "Uncle Qi, General Nie is unintentional. Don't take it seriously, Uncle Qi. It's not easy to pick a pulley. If it is crushed by the pulley , It's not a joke, Uncle Qi should think twice!"

Yan Yu smiled lazily, that smile complemented his lazy figure and handsome face, and there was an indescribable beauty. He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Su'er, this time I’m going to make a decision. No matter what he says on weekdays, I won’t take it seriously for my uncle, but today, in front of so many beauties, I’m dude, so much Losing my face, it happened to be seen by all the beautiful people today, am I dude?"

Everyone was a little cold sweat.

Isn't this dude? Would normal men do such a thing?

Yan Su frowned, knowing that there would be no result if he persuaded.

He still knows Yan Yu's temper, especially in front of beauties.

Picking the pulley he played on the stage many times, believed that it was not a problem, so Yan Su secretly ordered Zhang Nian, Shangshu, not to really look for a 300-jin pulley, but a lighter one.

Zhang Nian's movements were also fast, and within half an hour, he got the tackle from the armory. Zhang Nian used the steep **** outside as an excuse, so he chose a **** in the Houhuayuan of Mingyue Villa. It is not easy to pick it up with a gun.

Qin Jiu followed everyone to the side of the **** not far away, and the ladies also stood on one side watching the battle with interest.

"General Nie, this is the king’s unique skill. Let’s invite General Nie first." Yan Yu's thin lips raised slightly, showing a kind smile, his expression relaxed and gentle, as if even Taishan collapsed before he could not change that. Lazy smile.

Nie Ren stretched out his hand, took the long spear handed by the palace man, shook, tried his hand strength, and said, "Okay, you are welcome, then, let's put the tackle on!"

A palace man went up to the top of the **** and pushed down a pulley.

Accompanied by the rumbling sound, the pulley rushed down.

Nie Ren stood quietly on the hillside, grabbed the spear in his hand, and picked it up toward the pulley. He shouted "stop," and the momentum of the pulley weakened. Nie Ren used force, only a "click" sound, and the gun barrel broke.

The pulley rushed down.

Nie Ren's face was dark.

Yan Yu smiled on one side and gloated: "General Nie, you need to use skill to pick the pulley. It's not just brute force. How about it? The gun is broken!"

Nie Ren turned his head and said to the palace: "Bring another gun."

The palace man handed over a gun again, and a second pulley screamed. This time the gun was not broken, but let go. Then came the third gun, and this time it was finally picked up successfully. Then came the fourth and fifth.

Five cars, Nie Ren picked three.

Qin Jiu was a little frightened when he saw that, Nie Ren's martial arts was indeed superb, and he found the skill of picking a pulley after only picking two cars. It was extremely rare. I'm afraid Yan Yu didn't expect Nie Ren to pick up three cars in a row. In this way, if Yan Yu wanted to beat Nie Ren, he would have to pick up four tackles. It seems that Yan Yu is very likely to lose, and Qin Jiu really wants to see it. Yan Yu loses like a cat meowing.

"Master, it's your turn." Nie Ren stepped back and said.

Yan Yu smiled and squinted, "Look at how this king beats you."

He walked slowly to the slope, stretched, stretched his arms, and jumped a few times. The black-red robe on his body was fluttering, he raised his sleeves and waved his hand toward Yuhuan.

Yuhuan came over with a spear and handed it to Yan Yu.

This is a long spear, without fancy spears, the neck is twisted and twisted, and the blade is dark black, flashing a faint cold light in the sunlight. The front part of the barrel of the gun is wrapped in refined black wrought iron. The barrel is wooden, shiny and light red.

This spear was quiet, severe, and cold, and looked like a sleeping dragon.

This is a king's gun.

Such a gun, the style is extremely incompatible with Yan Yu himself.

In Qin Jiu's imagination, Yan Yu's weapon should be as good as his own.

The moment Yan Yu took the spear, his whole person seemed to have changed a little. There seemed to be an indescribable aura on his body, and the spear held in his hand seemed to burst into deep coldness.

But it was only a moment, because immediately, Qin Jiu was amused by Yan Yu's actions.

Facing the direction of the hillside, he spread his legs apart, and squatted down, in the form of a horse step.

Almost everyone who trains martial arts knows how to do it, because this is not a clever martial arts, there are no secrets at all, and it is the basis for martial arts practitioners. However, no one has seen Yan Yu's horse stance, because he seems to be squatting, a little higher than the horse stance, his legs are separated, his toes are on the ground, and his upper body is slightly bent. Holding the long spear tightly with both hands, the tip of the spear was facing the ground, about three inches above the ground.

His movements look very awkward, but fortunately, he is beautiful in life, and he can still see his face regardless of his posture. Otherwise, squatting there like this is really ridiculous. It's actually ridiculous, but no one dared to laugh.

Instead, everyone moved a few steps back quietly.

Yan Yu's movements were so unreliable that people wondered if he would use a gun. Although he was very slick on the stage with a pulley, it was a prop after all, and he did not seem to act like this on the stage. Therefore, I was afraid that Yan Yu's spear would hit himself with his spear.

Yan Yu's expression was extremely serious. He held the spear in his hand and constantly changed the posture and position of the gun. He finally felt satisfied. Then he smiled towards the hillside and lazily said, "Let it go!"

The guard who set the iron cart asked: "Master, I'll let it go!"

Yan Yu raised his eyebrows and said impatiently: "Let it go!"

"Lord, I really let go!" The guard asked again, for fear that he would let the sledge down and crush the lord to death.

Yan Yu snorted coldly, stared, and shouted coldly: "Don't let go, this king has cut your head."

As soon as the guard let go, the cart slid down.

With a swing of the spear in Yan Yu's hand, he greeted him. Don't go in at an incredible angle from the bottom of the iron trolley, and then with the force of both arms, the iron trolley was picked up and slammed backward.

The first iron pulley was picked up by Yan Yu.

After the violent wind, the iron pulley fell to the ground with a loud noise.

"it is good!"

"The prince is good work!"

"The prince is the reincarnation of Li Fei, superb power!"

"Master, great, General Nie is waiting to learn how to scream!"

Applause are Yan Yu's four beauties.

The others still opened their mouths and did not respond.

Yan Yu waved his hand and said toward the slope: "Let it go!"

The second trolley slipped down again, and then the third one.

When the third iron pulley was picked up, everyone began to applaud. However, Yan Yu seemed to run out of strength. After the fourth iron pulley was picked up, he shook it backward.

There was no one in the back, but Yan Yu slid away and slanted backwards.

There are people behind diagonally.