The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

I lost, and I accepted it sincerely. In the name of the God of Archery, I personally acknowledged the result.

The North Wing people were quiet for a moment, then suddenly came to their senses.

Oh my god, the Arrow God said he lost!

What it means is that our prince consort won! The Northern Wing won!

Flags flew and gongs and drums beat.

Emperor Mingde laughed heartily, feeling that life with a consort was wonderful. The consort was guaranteed to be a good person!

The Ninth Prince jumped up and down, "Brother Prince Consort is so awesome!"

Emperor Mingde was so happy that he picked up his youngest son and whispered a little secret in his ear, "Zhu Tou Jiu, do you still remember the charcoal seller?"

Zhu Tou Jiu was stunned. "Ah? The charcoal seller?"

"Keep your voice down!" Emperor Mingde slapped his son on the butt, "What are you yelling about!"

He forgot that telling a secret to his son is basically the same as making it known to the world.

But I can't help but feel happy, and I want to share my joy.

He wanted to share it with Tang Chujun, but they were far away and his daughter was wary of him.

He could only share this with Zhutoujiu, and with a hint of unspeakable pride in his voice, he said, "The charcoal seller is your brother-in-law."

"Oh my God! The charcoal seller is the prince consort!" Sure enough, what Pighead Nine knew was finally revealed to the world.

His voice was so loud, yet the boy's voice was indescribably clear.

Of course, there are also people who don’t know the joke about the charcoal seller.

But it brought back some people's memories.

In that memory... I can only recall how the King of Jin cheated and made a fool of himself. On the night of the Lantern Festival, there was a talented man named "The Charcoal Seller" who climbed all the way to the top and passed the level successfully, but in the end he abandoned the mahogany palace lantern, leaving only a legend in the world for people to guess.

The mystery was solved today, the charcoal seller turned out to be the prince consort.

This... can it still give people a way to survive? How can people be so good at both humanities and martial arts?

An existence that is on par with the God of Arrows!

Someone in the Li family sneered, thinking, look, what is this old woman planning all day? She actually asked us to hire someone to kill the prince consort!

The man left the Jinghua Arena in a flash. He didn't want to die yet, so he had to find another way out. He couldn't continue to follow the old woman down the same path.

This person is Li Changan.

In the arena, the referee Wu Xianwen, the envoy of Liang State, was actually a little embarrassed and didn't know how to judge.

Theoretically, Ju Wuzhong should have won this game, because Ju Wuzhong's arrow had hit the center of the bull's eye.

Emotionally speaking, Wu Xianwen hoped that his master, who was hiding in the north wing and serving as a royal consort, would win.

He originally planned to smooth things over and try to tie for first place.

But before the referee could open his mouth, the Archery God admitted that he had lost in the name of the Archery God.

Ge Luo was explaining to the unconvinced Fu Ling, "Don't be unconvinced. The Archery God admitted defeat, and it's definitely not modesty. Think about it, it's harder for an arrow to be firmly inserted into the tail of another arrow that is flying off the string at a high speed than to shoot it into the center of the bull's eye, right?"

Fu Ling thought, "It is indeed much more difficult."

Ge Luo's brain works quickly. "And it can be seen that they can use their ears to calculate each other's arrow speed. In this process, Brother Cen actually needs one more step than the God of Arrows, because he needs to control the speed of the arrow, neither exceeding the opponent nor lagging behind too much, and then combine the two arrows at the right position. Think about it yourself, is it difficult?"

Fu Ling was obviously convinced, "Well, the analysis makes sense."

"What a bullshit!" Booth approached the two young generals and put his hand on Golo's shoulder.

Ge Luo didn't like Booth and broke free from his claws. "We should be reasonable. We learn archery, and what we value is a pure heart and a fine arrow. People with too many distracting thoughts can't learn archery well. Don't you agree, Brother Fu Ling?"

Fu Ling was about to say "Of course" when his eyes met Bushi's gloomy eyes and he swallowed the words that were about to come out.

It's gone, I can't afford to offend you.

Ge Luo also ran away.

He didn't know why, but he always felt that there was something indescribably strange about the way Booth looked at him, as if he was skinning and breaking bones. Just the look in his eyes made him feel sticky, uncomfortable and nauseous.

He remembered what his mother had told him before he left, "Young man, remember to protect yourself when you are out there."

Eh... Is that what he meant? Some bad thoughts flashed through Ge Luo's mind, and he couldn't help but shiver in the hot wind of July.

He wanted to find the God of Arrows.

Looking up, the Archer God seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, with bloodshot eyes.

At this time, Ju Wuzhong jumped off the horse and walked towards Cen Yuan step by step.

He spoke in a hoarse voice that only the two of them could hear, "Thank you for saving my life in my previous life, and thank you for protecting me in this life. From now on, my life belongs to you, sir."

Cen Yuan was stunned.

Ju Wuzhong burst into tears, but he said solemnly, "Sir, if you ever need me, I will die for you."

Cen Yuan frowned, "You..."

"I saw it." Ju Wuzhong didn't know how to explain this phenomenon. It was like awakening his past life, or like watching a life drama.

And the protagonist in the drama is himself.

He felt extremely guilty and grateful, "Thank you for protecting Geya, my wife. Without you, in this life, I..."

Ju Wuzhong couldn't continue.

Without Cen Yuan, he would have to follow the same old path for the rest of his life.

What he didn't know was that even if no one protected Geya, he would not go back to his old path in his previous life.

Because Cen Yuan would not let this beast who should be chopped into pieces and provoked the war walk out of the North Wing alive.

But Geya will live a very painful life.

So Cen Yuan deserves this thanks.

He asked, "If you were given the chance, would you be willing to shoot him yourself?"

Ju Wuzhong's heart was shaken violently, and a picture appeared in his mind.

He knew clearly that the battle was called the Battle of Lubei.

He wanted to follow Cen Yuan to the battlefield to fight the Wan people.

Cen Yuan said, "Don't go. That's not the battlefield you should go to."

But he didn't listen and went anyway.

That's right, he shot and killed thousands of Wan people with his own hands.

But he was not a person who forgot his ancestors. Even on the battlefield, he took off his armor and allowed the Wan people to shoot him to death.

Ju Wuzhong fell to the ground. He was born for arrows and died by arrows.

Cen Yuan knew that he was in pain every day of his life, so she knelt on one leg in front of him and listened to his last words.

He said, "If God gives me another chance, I will definitely shoot that man myself."

That person is Booth.

Ju Wuzhong looked deeply into Cen Yuan's clear eyes, "They seem to be making some small moves, you must guard against them as soon as possible." After a pause, he added, "Leave his head to me."

Dusk had fallen and the crowd had dispersed. Ju Wuzhong returned to the posthouse first and then disappeared.

He went quietly to an inn.

Geya is waiting for him there.

As soon as he entered the room, he hugged Geya tightly and then kissed her like raindrops.

Geya was stunned for a moment, then she happily hugged her husband and said tenderly, "Brother, you didn't lose today, don't be unhappy..."