Crazy Concubine Taming the Cold King

Chapter 6 Competition 3
The arena in the desert country is set up on the outskirts of the city. Every year, major competitions such as swordsmanship, archery, and fighting are held routinely, but this year is slightly different. The princess candidate was sent to Liaodan for marriage.

In the early morning, the golden sun rose from the horizon, and the mighty team in the palace set off. On this special day, the ten-mile long street was heavily guarded, and there were heavy guards within ten miles of the arena. No one is allowed to approach the arena half an inch.

It was still early before the game, and all the ministers of civil and military affairs had already attended and took their seats. The long red carpet spread along the bluestone steps. On the top of the stone steps was a bluestone and white jade dragon chair. The golden edge was inlaid with precious stones. majesty.

Before the game started, the ministers began to chat enthusiastically, during which some people secretly placed bets. The arena was a feast for the princesses, and it was also their gambling feast.

A man in a gorgeous silver-gray brocade robe, with a purple gold crown on his head, with a handsome face that is more than a monster, almost burns people's eyes. Leng's thin lips were tightly pursed, outlining a perfect lip shape. He was the most beautiful man in the desert -- the patriarch Ouyang Ke.

In Ouyang Ke's deep and dark eyes, there is a cunning light that cannot be ignored. Apart from his strong body, it is not difficult to see that he is still a shrewd and wise man. His eyes seem to be inadvertently glanced not far away, only to see his lips The horns were raised slowly, with a bit of rebelliousness in the laziness, and today's seven protagonists finally arrived one after another.

"Patriarch Ouyang came so early, as long as it's about the seven princesses, you seem to be very concerned."

A low, rustling voice came, and the smile on the corner of Ouyang Ke's lips froze instantly. He didn't need to look back to know who the voice behind him was from, it was Chaker, who was known as the number one warrior in the desert.

Chaker, who was dressed in a rough mandarin jacket, was not as handsome as Ouyang Ke, but he still had the heroic spirit of a man in the desert. He was tall and mighty, quite masculine.

Speaking of this Chaker, I have to mention his identity. At a young age, he has been named the commander of the Red and Blue Banners of the Desert by Khan Helian Luzhen, holding one-third of the military power of the Desert Kingdom. , can be regarded as a well-known No. [-] figure in the desert country.

"I didn't expect General Chaker to come too. I thought you had no interest in this kind of competition?" Ouyang Ke seemed to be swaying the folding fan in his hand lazily, and the white jade belt around his waist highlighted his sexy and slender With a tall figure and a face like a crown jade, he is handsome and unrestrained.

"The general is really not interested. It was Khan who sent someone to pass word of mouth that the general must come to watch the match. The general has no choice but to come." Chaker neatly arranged his robes and sat down beside Ouyang Ke. When he got down, his unrestrained and neat movements were as smooth as clouds and flowing water. It is not difficult to see that he has extraordinary skills.

"You said... Khan sent someone to invite you?" Ouyang Ke's deep eyes flashed a gleam, his face was calm and calm, and he spoke lightly, with a strong sense of probing in his tone.

"Of course, if it wasn't for the Khan's order, what would this general be doing here? This general can't bear to watch these flamboyant competitions." Chaker blurted out, as if he didn't care about offending the princesses with his words.

(End of this chapter)