"Qin Ying, you will regret treating me like this one day!"
Wei Zhiyan was so angry that her teeth itched, and she wanted to rush up and bite Qin Ying to death.
She had never had a knife on her neck since she was a princess of Wei, a princess of a rich family, but when she came to the Han Dynasty, she was suppressed by the notorious prince.
"You are also cute when you are angry, and you can scold me a few more times?" Qin Ying smiled heartlessly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
Wei Zhiyan was speechless with anger, rolled her eyes fiercely, and left angrily with the imperial guards.
The Wei envoys did not dare to say anything more and left quickly.
When the people of Wei left, the painting saint Ling Daoxuan also bowed to the Han emperor and said somewhat dejectedly: "I will also take my leave."
At this time, Qin Ying blocked the way again.
"Please wait a moment."
Ling Daoxuan frowned, "Your Highness Qin Ying, do you want to detain me too?"
Qin Ying said: "I dare not, can I have a few words with Sister Xiruo?"
Ling Daoxuan heard this, but did not speak, looking at Qin Ying vigilantly.
Although it is not true that the Ninth Prince is a dandy and mediocre person, his romanticism is well known, and even he himself will not deny it.
Is he really targeting Xiruo?
Thinking of this, Ling Daoxuan felt bitter.
Qin Ying walked to the painting frame, took off the painting paper, held it in both hands and came to Ling Xiruo, "Sister Xiruo, I want to give this painting to you."
"Ah?" Ling Xiruo was startled and waved her hands quickly, "No, no, this is too expensive, how can I accept it?"
"This is specially painted for you. If you don't accept it, it can only be destroyed." Seeing this, Qin Ying was extremely disappointed and was about to tear it up.
Ling Xiruo quickly reached out and took it, saying with a look of love: "This is a masterpiece, how can you not cherish it at all."
"No matter how good a painting is, it is meaningless if it cannot be delivered to its owner." Qin Ying smiled slightly.
"Then...thank you very much." Ling Xiruo blushed slightly, and she was a little afraid to look at Qin Ying.
It was their first meeting, and he gave her a poem and a painting, and it seemed that they were all made specifically for her. The little girl was almost numb.
"If there is nothing else, I will take my leave." Ling Daoxuan looked at his granddaughter and felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to escape quickly.
The painting saint pulled Ling Xiruo and left quickly...
"I really don't know if I can see you again in the future." Qin Ying looked at the back of the departing figure, feeling a little reluctant.
"The Ninth Prince has taken a fancy to the painting of the Saint's granddaughter."
"I think they are a perfect match."
"Not bad."
Seeing Qin Ying's obsessed look, all the civil and military officials laughed strangely.
"Don't talk nonsense, she is still a little sister." Qin Ying shook his head, and his face was full of duplicity.
Everyone moved back to the Golden Palace with laughter.
At this time, a general suddenly stood up and exclaimed:
"I didn't expect His Highness the Ninth Prince to be so domineering and draw his sword. This is the spirit of a prince!"
Qin Ying glanced at the person who spoke.
This person has thick eyebrows and big eyes, is eight feet tall, and has a centipede-like scar on his red face. Although it destroys the regularity of his facial features, it makes him look more fierce and fierce.
His tall figure does not seem to have exaggerated muscles, but instead has broad shoulders and a round waist, showing a fat state.
Qin Ying thought of his past life. He had seen some figures in ancient historical paintings. Those strong and powerful generals had this kind of body shape. This person must be a brave and fierce warrior on the battlefield.
"Thank you for the compliment, Lord Ning." Qin Ying bowed and smiled in return.
This person's name is Ning Lushan, a fourth-rank official, and was named Marquis of Heroic Courage. He was a very rare military general in the court and did not belong to the five major clans.
Born in a poor family, but relying on his superior martial arts and fearless fierceness, he stepped on countless military exploits to enter the temple.
"Hahaha! Don't be polite with me, I'm just telling the truth."
Ning Lushan laughed loudly. He was a military general and didn't understand any literary things, but Qin Ying's previous domineering behavior won his heart, which made Qin Ying's image of a dandy slightly disintegrate in his heart.
The Han Emperor also laughed heartily: "Yes! This time, the victory in the literary duel is all due to Ying'er's contribution. I want to reward you. Tell me, what do you want?"
"As a prince, I have enjoyed the blessing that no one else can enjoy. Fighting for the Han Dynasty is my duty. I dare not ask for a reward." Qin Ying replied humbly and politely.
"No, you must be rewarded for your merits. Let's do this. Take my Golden Dragon Order. You can go to the military camp to select 800 soldiers as your personal guards. They will only obey you!"
As he said, the Han Emperor took off the Golden Dragon Order from his waist and asked the eunuch Cao Wanchun to present it to Qin Ying.
"Thank you, father!"
Qin Ying did not refuse and took the Golden Dragon Order with both hands.
"Your Majesty is deliberately training the Ninth Prince!"
"Being able to select personal guards from the military camp, this privilege does not even exist for the eldest prince, right?"
The civil and military officials in the court whispered.
From this moment on, they all knew that the Ninth Prince had completely turned over.
Selecting personal guards is a disguised way of delegating military power.
In the Han Dynasty, only the emperor had personal guards, and the imperial guards in the capital were only dispatched by the emperor.
The princes had no power to deploy soldiers, which was also to maintain the emperor's authority.
If the princes had personal soldiers, wouldn't they have the power to rebel at any time? Even the marshal of the three armies could only control the military order during wartime.
The general's mansion could only have servants, not guards with swords.
The eldest prince fought at the border for more than ten years before he raised a cavalry personal guard of his own. This was because he was far away at the border and his power could not affect the capital, so he was allowed to have it.
Qin Ying was actually rewarded with this privilege.
For a while, all the civil and military officials looked at Qin Ying, not knowing what he was thinking.
Eight of the nine princes of the Han Dynasty had their own factions, but Qin Ying was the only one who was too mediocre, so no civil and military officials were willing to get close to him.
But after today, this situation will change.
Smart people are already moving towards Qin Ying.
In the crowd, the Eighth Prince looked at the Golden Dragon Order in Qin Ying's hand, his eyes full of sinisterness. At this moment, the Ninth Brother, whom he never paid attention to, gradually became more important and was enough to arouse murderous intent.
. .
"The painting battle is over! His Highness Qin Ying defeated the Painting Saint Ling Daoxuan!"
"The Ninth Prince painted with his eyes blindfolded, and created the magical skill of painting in painting, which made the Painting Saint bow down to him!"
At the same time, the news in the palace also spread to the people.
"Painting Saint Ling Daoxuan actually lost? How is this possible?"
Literati from the seven countries have already occupied the inns near the capital, just to know the results as soon as possible.
However, when they heard the results, they were shocked and unbelievable.
"Is it because the royal family was defeated and deliberately released false news?" A young man said.
"It's impossible for him to win, right? That's the painting saint Ling Daoxuan, how could he lose? I don't believe it!"
Countless people were shocked and shook their heads.
There are even many literati in the art of painting who regard Ling Daoxuan as a belief. When they heard that he lost, their first reaction was that someone had faked it!
Impossible! They couldn't believe that Ling Daoxuan would lose!
And he lost to an unknown Qin Ying.
At this time, someone in the crowd shouted loudly: "My cousin is working in the palace. He is a guard and witnessed the whole process. It was His Highness Qin Ying who won. The magic of the painting in the painting is simply amazing!"
Hearing this powerful proof, the crowd instantly quieted down, and countless
faces were all confused.
"First, he vomited blood from Li Denggao, and now he defeated the painting saint Ling Daoxuan. Is this... is this Qin Ying the god of literature?"
"I heard that the princess of Wei was unwilling to honor the bet, so he drew his sword in public and threatened the princess of Wei! I don't know how domineering that scene was."
...
For a whole day, the streets of the Han Dynasty were boiling.
Countless people were spreading the results of this painting fight.
Countless pigeons left the capital and flew to various places with the results.
Soon, a white pigeon flew to the capital of Wei.
"Ling Daoxuan actually lost! What a bastard!"
The King of Wei was furious when he heard the news.
"Ling Daoxuan actually lost, he failed to live up to my expectations! Did he do it on purpose? Did he secretly accept the benefits of the Han emperor?" The King of Wei said angrily.
He was unwilling to believe that the painting saint Ling Daoxuan would be defeated by a useless prince.
An old minister turned pale and said: "With the temper of the painting saint, it shouldn't be like this."
Another military minister stood up and said: "The Han Dynasty detained the princess, which means it does not take Wei seriously and is also a provocation to the majesty of the king! I suggest that we send troops!"
An old minister hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, the top priority is to raise 10 million taels of gold as soon as possible to redeem the princess as soon as possible."
"The princess is still in the Han Dynasty. If we send troops rashly, she will become a hostage."
"Are you really going to give 10 million taels of gold? This is not a small amount!"
In the hall, the civil and military factions started a fierce argument.
"Silence!"
The King of Wei stood up, and the civil and military officials immediately quieted down.
With a gloomy look, the King of Wei said in a loud voice: "Pass on my order, send 100,000 heavily armored cavalry to besiege the fifteen counties south of the Han Dynasty, besiege but not attack, cut off the land and water routes south of the Yangtze River. As long as the Han Dynasty does not release Yan'er, I will not withdraw my troops!"
"Your Majesty, Lu Feng is willing to lead the troops!"
A young general walked out of the crowd and shouted respectfully.