Li Linfu wanted to harm Guo Ziyi, and the emperor and the prince of Wuyang knew it very well, but there was no way to know what the conspiracy would be.

Besides, the emperor needed to pretend to be stupid and could not make people see that he was Guo Ziyi's backstage, so the prince of Wuyang could only test it.

The best way to test is to conduct it against other people's intentions.

Since Li Linfu insisted on letting Guo Ziyi participate in the competition, the Prince of Wuyang insisted on letting Guo Ziyi not participate in the competition.

So the Prince of Wuyang glared at him and said arrogantly: "I am the king's title, who is in charge of tens of thousands of troops. Even if my grandson-in-law does not participate in the Wushu Department, do you believe it or not and I will still let him be a general."

Li Linfu didn't know it was a plan, but instead hurriedly caught him and accused loudly: "Did you all hear it? Prince Wuyang is covering the sky with one hand."

The Prince of Wuyang continued to pretend to be arrogant and said, "I am doing things like this. If you are not convinced, you will lead the troops if there is any war in the future."

Li Linfu sneered: "Are you worried that Guo Ziyi's riding skills are too poor and that he will be kicked off his mount during the competition. In that case, he may fall to death."

The Prince of Wuyang suddenly felt aroused his heart, but there was no abnormality on the surface. Instead, he followed the situation and tentatively said: "Did you arrange the means to harm him in the riding competition?"

Li Linfu sneered again and mocked: "Thousands of people are watching, Your Majesty is here in person. Although I have a grudge against Guo Ziyi, I will not use such superficial means."

The Prince of Wuyang quietly exchanged glances with the emperor, and everyone knew that the test had already achieved results. It was obvious that Li Linfu did not intend to assassinate Guo Ziyi in the riding competition.

Since this item is OK, let it go naturally.

So the emperor immediately showed displeasure, as if he was angry because of the quarrel between the two important officials, and said in a deep voice: "Don't argue, you will not break the rules of martial arts. Continue the competition, let me see the martial arts of the men of the Tang Dynasty."

The emperor made the decision in person, and it was meaningless to fight again. The Prince of Wuyang hummed twice and glared at Li Linfu fiercely.

Li Linfu smiled and bowed with a very elegant look.

Suddenly the emperor spoke again, and for some reason he repeated the question just now, and asked again: "What is the next competition? Can Guo Ziyi be the first?"

Li Linfu was worried that the Prince of Wuyang would be a rogue again, so he spoke first: "Report to Your Majesty, the third item is competition riding skills. Although Guo Ziyi is born with divine power, his riding skills may not be excellent."

The emperor nodded, as if he was pondering, and said, "Historical skills are the basis for becoming a general. If he is not good at riding skills, how can he become a general?"

Li Linfu hurriedly said: "So when selecting martial arts, this item must not be done recklessly. Some people rely on their power to try to get their grandson-in-law through the back door. Fortunately, His Majesty is wise and has not been deceived."

The Prince of Wuyang was furious and said, "Are you pointing at the mulberry tree? Why not just say my name."

Li Linfu smiled and refused to respond.

The Prince of Wuyang seemed to be aroused of anger and shouted: "I'll compare, I'm afraid you won't succeed."

As he said that, he turned around suddenly, looked at a side general under the platform, and said angrily: "Bai Xiaode, go and take out my mount and send it to Guo Ziyi, and let him ride it to the competition."

Li Linfu said sternly: "Your mount is a good horse on the grassland, how can you let the contestants use it? If Guo Ziyi rides your mount, other contestants will not be able to catch up with him at all."

The Prince of Wuyang laughed and said proudly: "Some people don't want my grandson-in-law to go through the back door, but I want my grandson-in-law to take advantage of it."

Li Linfu's face turned pale and turned to look at the emperor and said, "Your Majesty..."

The emperor yawned and said, "Li Aiqing's words are reasonable. The Prince of Wuyang should not give his mount to Guo Ziyi. You are the marshal of the Tang Dynasty, and the mount is a symbol of the army. Guo Ziyi is just a small county magistrate now, and he is not qualified to ride your horse."

Li Linfu's face was happy and couldn't help but politely and said, "Your Majesty is wise."

But the emperor smiled and suddenly said, "I suddenly remembered that I also have a few BMWs, especially a sweat-swept horse in the Western Regions, which can be called an unparalleled mount. However, I am old and have no energy to ride a horse again. It is better to give it to Guo Ziyi and let him ride it on the competition."

Li Linfu stood on the spot.

The ministers next to him looked dull.

this!

this!

Is this trying to make a fuss, or is Your Majesty really confused? You just said that the Prince of Wuyang is a marshal and the mount is a symbol of the army of the Tang Dynasty, so Guo Ziyi cannot be allowed to ride because a small county magistrate is not qualified.

But you suddenly said again, you gave your mount to Guo Ziyi...

Your Majesty?

Is the sixty-year-old man really that confused?

The mount of the Wuyang County Prince is just a symbol of the army, and your mount is a symbol of the emperor.

The most important thing is that it is a sweat-blooded BMW. If Guo Ziyi was asked to ride it, who could beat him this time in Wuke?

This is more than nothing.

...

Gu Ju

At this time, hundreds of contestants had already selected mounts in the schoolyard.

Suddenly a young man smiled coldly, provoked Guo Ziyi, and said threateningly: "It turns out that your name is Guo Ziyi. I have found out your details. I saw you with an iron cavalry before, and I thought you were a big man. As a result, someone told me that you only have two hundred iron cavalry in total. Very good, very good, a small county magistrate, dares to provoke me. I will let you understand that some people are not something you can provoke..."

Guo Ziyi glanced at him, and directly fought back, saying, "I'm a man, I thought you were so big, but someone told me that your father had more than twenty sons in total. Although he was the governor of the vassal state, you were not the only son of the governor, and you were not even a legitimate son."

When it comes to verbal wars, who have people in later generations been afraid of? This fightback almost returned the original words, and his tone was also extremely ridiculous.

The young man's face turned blue, obviously he was being held back very hard, and suddenly said viciously: "Riding a horse is sprinting wildly, paying attention to riding skills. If you fall down accidentally, you may fall to death on the spot."

Guo Ziyi asked directly without blinking his eyelids: "I heard that there are many cavalry in the Hexi vassal states. Could it be that some people often fall to death while riding a horse? In that case, they are not considered elite soldiers. Or, in fact, your troops are very good, but you, the young master, are a waste."

The young man was furious and subconsciously wanted to use force.

Guo Ziyi's eyes were fierce and she said in a stern manner: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, I can smash you into meat pie with one punch. If you want to use force, try it casually."

A sneer suddenly came from the side, and someone said, "I am also the son of the Jiedushi. Could it be that the magistrate Guo's mouth is also a waste?"

Guo Ziyi turned around and found that it was from Fan Yang's vassal state. He once proposed to hold a cavalry competition on the way to Chang'an, but was rejected by Guo Ziyi. At that time, the man laughed and mocked him.

Later, Linglong secretly told that the man was An Lushan's son, named An Qingxu, and was the second son of the legitimate son.

But what about An Lushan’s son?

Guo Ziyi even wants to beat his father, to be precise, he will definitely beat him in the future.

Especially this kid once had an engagement with Linglong, and even has been staring at Linglong until now. They are destined to be friends. Since they are not friends, why give him a good face?

So Guo Ziyi slowly raised his hand, slowly stretched out a finger, hooked it gently, smiled on his face, and said, "Come here now, I can give you a punch. If you can't smash you into a meat pie, even if I, Guo, are not strong."

After the archery competition and the strength competition, no one dared to answer Guo Ziyi's words.

An Qingxu didn't dare to answer, so he could only sneer and say, "You may not be the first in riding competition."

He took advantage of the situation and threatened again, saying: "There are the subsequent ring competitions and the final martial arts finals. Some people are destined to die, and they will die miserably."

Guo Ziyi's heart moved, but she was silent on the surface, and laughed: "You are right, someone is destined to die. So, don't let me meet you in the ring..."

He is also a threat.

The two vassal princes on the opposite side had their faces turned pale, but they didn't dare to move for a moment, so they could only sneer and say one after another: "I'll let you eat dust after the riding competition."

But at this moment, I heard a horse neighing in the distance, but saw an imperial guard with respect, walking quickly with a mount, and whispered: "Mr. Guo, this is the imperial horse given to you by Your Majesty. This is the sweat and blood of the Western Regions, and the divine horse is unparalleled."

The scene suddenly became weird.

The emperor gave the horse?

Now it's time to play riding competition...

Could it be that Your Majesty has made a public breaking of the rules? No, never. As the Lord of the Nine Five, Your Majesty should not be so old and confused.

But the Imperial Guard continued to speak, breaking everyone's fantasy in an instant.

"Mr. Guo, please ride the imperial horse to compete. Because of the quarrel between Prince Wuyang and Prime Minister Li, Your Majesty felt very unhappy, so he specially ordered you to compete with the imperial horse to compete."

Everyone present had a very difficult time seeing the faces of everyone present.

Only Guo Ziyi knew it was the emperor who made an excuse to let him win the first place, so he deliberately pretended to be reckless and laughed: "It's very good, it's very good, it's a sweat-blooded BMW. I heard that this thing runs very fast."

More than just fast!

When the competition began, hundreds of contestants held their breath and a soldier waved his flag on the edge of the horse court, only shouting the word "start"...

In an instant, the horse neighed and shook the sky. Hundreds of knights had not raised their whips, and suddenly everyone saw a white shadow flashing in front of them.

It was Guo Ziyi's one man and one riding, and half a breath rushed out three or four feet.

What is a sweat-blooded BMW?

The sweat-blooded BMW is to make you all eat dust.

In this riding competition, Guo Ziyi was the first in the first place. The emperor personally helped cheat and gave the Western Regions sweat-blooded BMW. Even if everyone felt depressed, they could only recognize this result.

However, there must be some people who are very angry.

For example, An Qingxu, the guy from the Hexi vassal state, the two young men looked so loud that they could see the murderous intent in the other party's eyes.

In the next arena competition and the final martial arts final, they all have prepared secret tricks and poisonous tricks, and are ready to let Guo Ziyi die in the competition.
Chapter completed!