"Your Highness, you have lived up to everyone's expectations!" Zhang Fu bowed in front of Zhu Di. King Yan looked proudly and looked around, as if to say, which one of you has such a warrior under your banner?

At this moment, Prince Ning Zhu Quan brandished his riding crop and slapped the defeated Aslan head and face.

"What a waste of time? It's embarrassing!"

Aslan didn't hide or scream, he just let himself be beaten, his face and hands were covered with shocking bloodstains.

"It's better to raise you than to raise a dog..."

Ning Wang Zhu Quan was about to fight again, but someone suddenly grabbed his arm. When he looked back, he was stunned.

Zhu Yunxi took King Ning's hand and said, "Uncle Seventeen, victory or defeat is a common thing for military officers. Besides, Aslan is still honored even if he is defeated!" After saying that, he let go of King Ning, helped Aslan up with his own hands, and looked him up and down.

"Actually, you lose because you didn't do well enough!"

As he spoke, Zhu Yunxi took off his mink fur cloak and put it on Aslan. He then said, "You are good at riding and shooting. I don't have any precious swords or horses to reward you. This dress is a gift from the emperor and is a tribute from the bitter cold land of Liaodong."

Sable is worthy of being the bravest warrior on the grassland!"

"Your Highness!" Aslan spoke blunt Chinese, which made him swallow his words even more.

"Wu Wang has a love for talents?" Ning Wang Zhu Quan sneered, "It's a pity that you don't have decent talents under you, otherwise you can use this useless thing to make a lottery. Let's compare!" He said, "Not only do you have no decent talents,

Man, with a small body like King Wu, he is not very good at riding and shooting, right?"

The naughty kid didn't know the heights of the world, and Zhu Yunxi made him unable to get off the stage, so his words began to be thorny.

Zhu Yunxi turned around and said with a smile, "I'm not good at riding and shooting, but the emperor's grandfather taught me how to defeat thousands of people, so there's no need to ride and shoot." He said, smiling again, "On weekdays, I mostly practice boxing and kicking in the palace."

"Fists and kicks!" King Ning Zhu Quan said disdainfully, "I think your fists and kicks are just average!"

"Uncle Seventeen, do you want to compete?" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile, "Come, let us uncle and nephew compete. If we win, Aslan will be mine!"

"You?" After Ning Wang Zhu Quan said just now, he felt a little regretful, but now he was riding a tiger and it was difficult to get off.

Zhu Yunxi spread his hands and asked, "Uncle Seventeen, don't you dare?"

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Third update, thank you all.... Some people asked me for my address. What do you want? What do you want to do? Hum!

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Chapter completed!