Chapter 54 dilemma

The people are far away, and naturally they can't see the second-story cloak clearly, but Liu Jun on the pavilion and the literature and martial arts of the Man Dynasty can be seen clearly.

The cloak is as white as paper, and several lines of seal characters are written on it with an ink pen.

"Fuxinglou Teahouse..."

An old minister rubbed his dizzy old eyes and said the names of the teahouses and theaters on the cloak, with a strange face. Not only him, but all the civil and military officials present were stunned and vaguely guessed something in their hearts, but they felt that it was not ordinary absurd.

At this moment, the sound of drumming came from outside the teaching hall. Everyone turned their heads and saw three or four carriages coming from outside the gate. The carriages were wrapped in brocade belts and wrote the three big words "Fuxing Building". The guys either beat drums or waved flags and shouted in unison: "Moyun Tower, An Bochen! Moyunlou, An Bochen..."

The subjects of Liu have not yet recovered. A team of carriages came from the north of the gate. The carriages were embroidered with the names of several theaters. When they were young, six or seven actors came out, twisted their fingers to step on them, and sang gently: "The talents are hidden in Moyun Tower, and the blue shirts and silver guns are defeated by bronze maces..."

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The State of Liu is full of style, open-minded people, and likes new things.

After the initial absurd feeling, the people all showed surprises. As the drums roared and the opera became more and more melodious, the crowd outside the martial arts arena seemed to have been ignited, cheering and cheering one after another. This time, it was for An Bochen, and even the girls who had fallen to Li Lin.

Just a moment later, An Bochen's voice has steadily suppressed the Li family.

Holding a silver gun and listening to the cheers in his ear, An Bochen's face was red, but he could notice that his originally declining confidence was rapidly recovering. An Bochen's understanding of the "potential" in Xiao Hou's mouth was a little deeper.

There are three kinds of momentum, the right time, the place and the people. At this time, in the martial arts arena, the people and one situation have been firmly grasped by An Bochen.

An Bochen knew that all this was due to the girl behind him who always brought surprises.

When Simajin informed An Bochen about her arrangement, An Bochen only felt extremely ridiculous. Just by writing the names of the teahouse and theater on the inner cloak, he could get the support of merchants and even the people of Liujing. To be honest, An Bochen did not believe it at all.

It was not until this moment that An Bochen realized some of Simajin's intention.

In full view of the public, the important ministers of the State of Liu, including Liu Jing, are all present. This amazing move will surely attract attention. The names of those teahouse theaters are even known to the princes and ministers of the State of Liu, and they are bound to become famous. From then on, business will be booming but it is difficult to change. In this way, merchants naturally do not hesitate to support themselves. People like to join in the fun and make fun. How can they not shout when they see such an unprecedented good show?

From the time she met, she will always have many amazing ideas, but she is so persistent. If she is a man, I'm afraid that the whole handsome talent will obey it.

The mood was inexplicable, and An Bochen thought so.

At this moment, a sharp look shot at him. Across the hundreds of feet of martial arts arena, Mr. Li with a bronze mace stared straight at An Bochen with a cold face.

Looking at each other, An Bochen subconsciously clenched the silver gun and looked at Li Lin without fear.

Two momentums collided with the center of the martial arts arena. Li Lin's cultivation was certainly higher, but An Bochen took advantage of the "potential" of the people of Liujing to meet Li Lin, but he was not weak.

Previously, he met a monk from the State of Qin in Moyun Tower. An Bochen had seen a momentum competition. Under his eyes, he looked at Li Lin. Unconsciously, An Bochen entered the state of mind of "people borrowing guns".

Taking advantage of the momentum of the gun, but also by the momentum of people, the voices around him are boiling and in full swing. An Bochen's green shirt floats, holding a gun on his back, and the tail of the gun swings gently, faintly with a wonderful rhythm, and the whole person also enters a mysterious and mysterious state.

The lower abdomen fluctuates slightly, but it is a harbinger of the arrival of calmness.

An Bochen never thought that at this critical moment, the state of fetal breath would come unexpectedly.

A trace of struggle flashed in his eyes. An Bochen hesitated and closed his eyes.

The state of fetal interest is not easy to come by. You can come and go as soon as you say. I don't know when you miss it today. An hour in the outside world is equivalent to a year in the fairy mansion. As long as you go in for a while, you can realize a little about the mystery when you return.

"Father, the man with the gun is so funny."

On the high pavilion in the east, the boy in the python robe looked at An Bochen with great interest and said to Liu Jun.

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous to be so ridiculous in public. This son regards this game as a child's play!"

Looking down at the lively and jubilant crowd, Liu Jun looked unhappy and frowned.

"However, Xuaner thinks it's fun."

The boy did not notice the impatience that flashed in his father's eyes. He pulled the king's robe and acted coquettishly.

After waiting for a long time, his father Wang didn't pay attention to him. The boy couldn't help lowering his head and biting his lower lip. His face was full of loss, but his heart was very strange.

My father has always liked freshness, but why is he very unhappy today?

After thinking about it, the boy let go of his hand, sat upright, secretly glanced at his father with a calm face, hesitated for a moment, recalled the usual words in the book, and said in a good way.

"Father, Xuaner thinks that the young general who uses the gun is very special. The father is worthy of being the king of a country, and he is good at being handsome..."

Before he finished speaking, his father's face suddenly became gloomy. He turned his head and stared at him, but he didn't say anything.

In an instant, the boy's heart fell to the bottom, pulled his clothes tightly, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his face was full of grievances.

He didn't know what he said wrong, and he didn't know why his father was angry. He only knew that this was the first time he had followed his father out of the palace that he hadn't seen for a long time. He wanted to behave well and wanted his father to see him a few more times a month, but somehow he always said something wrong.

His eyes turned red, and the boy lowered his head and stopped talking.

"It seems that he still wants to go his own way."

He muttered, and An Bochen, who was holding his head with a gun, flashed when Liu Jun looked at him, and then waved his hand.

"Let's go."

The sound of gold came from the high pavilion in the east, and the noise gradually became lighter. The onlookers held their breath and looked at the martial arts arena from afar.

In the martial arts arena, An Bochen opened his eyes, and a deep doubt appeared in his eyes.

At the moment before, he clearly felt that he was about to enter the fetal breath, but for some reason, he closed his eyes and stared for a long time, and he was unable to travel around the fairy house.

Since the first establishment of the method of fetal rest, entering the fairy mansion has almost come to an end, and there has never been a erroneous moment. At this time, it suddenly changed, but it made An Bochen a little at a loss.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen suppressed his uneasiness.

The war is approaching, and he must deal with the current competition wholeheartedly. As for the change of the Fairy House, let's wait until the competition is over.

After rubbing the word "nocent" at the handle of the gun, An Bochen stabilized his mood again, took a step forward, stepped on the martial arts field, and confronted with Li Lin.

However, before the two salute with their fists, soft laughter came from the high pavilion in the southeast.

"I want to show you that I have a proposal."

The pavilion is next to the pavilion where Liu Jun is located. You don't need to think about it. You can know that the people in the pavilion will only be the left prime minister.

He frowned, and there was a trace of ominous in An Bochen's heart.

"Please tell me."

"Although the world is peaceful now, the danger of the border is still there. Both of them are the young heroes of our country. In the future, they will have to serve the country and the people and fight in the southern border. In this case, if today's match is a step-by-step battle, it is meaningless. Let the two of them follow the example of the military generals and fight with horses.

When the voice fell, it was quiet first, and then there was a thunderous cheering sound in a blink of an eye.

In the eyes of the people, the most heroic ones are the generals riding tall horses. Bu Zhan is naturally not as interesting as Ma Zhan. There is no reason not to support him when he heard that Zuo Xiang proposed Ma Zhan.

The cheers and cheers echoed inside and outside the martial arts arena. An Bochen's face was calm, but his heart fell to the bottom again.

An Bochen didn't expect that the left prime minister would suddenly make this move, which would disrupt his previous preparations.

There seems to be little difference between horse battle and step battle. It is just multiple mounts, but in fact, the difference between the two is like a cloud.

Those who are proficient in foot combat are not necessarily proficient in horse combat, and those who are good at horse combat are not necessarily smart in foot combat. Generally, because horse warriors need to fight with horses and borrow power from horses, many moves are completely different from those of step fighters. Even if a person who is proficient in equestrianism makes him fight with people at once, it will only be counterproductive.

The left hand turned over for the cloud and the hand turned for the rain. This sentence broke the people and the momentum borrowed by Simajin's wonderful plan, and the situation became unfavorable again.

"The left prime minister's words are reasonable. I have agreed. I don't know if you two have any objections."

He looked at the left prime minister with praise, and Liu Jun asked with a smile.

"I have no objection."

As a son of a family, Li Lin is good at fighting and will not oppose it.

For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on An Bochen, who bowed his head and said no.

There was a trace of bitterness at the corners of his mouth, and An Bochen hesitated.

He is still 50% sure of the battle. With the shot he has practiced more than 100,000 times, he looked for the opportunity to shoot down Li Lin's double mace, and then pretended to lose his hand and drop the gun. As previously planned, he tied. And Ma Zhan... An Bochen can ride a horse. He can barely be said to be proficient, but he has never tried to use a gun on the horse. If he fights with a horse, I'm afraid he will be knocked down without a horse.

If you don't fight, it will definitely attract the anger of the princes and ministers of Liu. After all, you have no jokes, and you escape from the battle, won't it make Liu Jun become a big joke? What's more, the people are also looking forward to this battle happily. If they abandon the war and can't get the support of the people of Liujing, the careful arrangement and several days of momentum will be lost. Even if they are lucky enough to avoid this battle and fight again in the future, they will no longer be able to get any "potential".

The sun is shining high, and the wind is like a wave in the afternoon, with a deaf and loud cheer, attacking An Bochen.

The hand holding the handle of the gun tightened a little more, and An Bochen lowered his head and looked at the soles of his feet.

Forward is a dead end, and retreat is also a dead place.

In the short film, he has been in a dilemma.