Chapter 31 Another competition

The Prince's Mansion is located in the north of the city, covering an area of ​​nearly dozens of hectares. It has all pavilions, terraces, water pavilions, and many houses.

The next day, Jiang Lang and Sun Yuanbiao went to the prince's mansion, took off their flying fish suit, and changed into a guard's costume, but Xiuchundao did not bring her. After all, they are now considered high-level guards and don't need to carry a knife. However, Jiang Lang's dagger is still in his trouser legs. This is already a habit. Even if he comes to the Ming Dynasty, the research has not changed.

The third prince is a famous idle prince, and Jiang Lang has realized what idle is this time.

It's not too late for the prince to get up. Every day, it's almost noon. According to Jiang Lang's estimate and according to the current time, it's about ten o'clock. After getting up, he punches. This punch is a relatively popular boxing technique. It has no effect except strengthening the body. At least what Jiang Lang thinks?

After this punch was about noon, I would have to rest and drink tea, and I would have lunch. However, the prince didn't need Jiang Lang and the others to watch for lunch. After all, I would have watched others eat this, and it felt very uncomfortable to sit and stand. Jiang Lang and Sun Yuanbiao's responsibilities were only to accompany the prince when he went out. The morning was relatively free for the two. As for the prince, he was also relatively relaxed to the two. Except for the backyard that the prince could not go to, there was no specific restrictions on the rest of the palace yard, because this backyard was where women lived.

After lunch in the afternoon, I had a rest for a while, the prince was going to go shopping, and at night I went to restaurants, flower buildings, etc. Jiang Lang, Sun Yuanbiao and two people who were also considered local buns also saw what the ancient flower world was.

That morning, after getting up, the third prince punched the yard, then suddenly stopped and sighed.

Ge Qing, a martial artist who had been with the prince for more than 20 years, couldn't help but sigh: "Prince, why did he sigh?"

The prince moved his hands and said, "In recent years, his health has become less and less effective. He was panting after a few punches."

Jiang Lang, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but smile in his heart and said to himself: The punch you are mainly strong. Although you are only over fifty years old, your physical strength can no longer support this intense exercise, so it would be strange if you don't breathe.

Jiang Lang, who knew the reason, did not speak, but stood quietly beside him. He is just a small guard now, and it is not time to talk to the prince.

But the third prince looked up at him and said, "Wang Dacai, what boxing technique did you use that day?"

Jiang Lang was stunned, looked at Prince Xiang, then clasped his fists and said, "Brother, I use soft fist!" When did Tai Chi come out? Did Zhang Sanfeng found Jiang Lang have no idea. If he said that he used Tai Chi, if he had it, he would obviously use it differently, so he would just lie and change his name.

The third prince nodded and said, "Come on, you can use your soft fist to play two moves with me?"

Jiang Lang's face changed, and he immediately knelt down on one knee and said, "I don't dare!"

Ge Qing looked at Jiang Lang strangely. He only knew that the two were new, but he didn't know what they had.

The third prince looked a little unhappy and said, "What? Do you look down on me?"

"I don't dare!"

Jiang Lang immediately said with fear and fear, and felt a little depressed: I remember that when I was in the army, it was common to have a fight with those superiors. No one cares whether they win or lose. Now, if you win or lose, you can't get over the face of the prince, and you can't get out of the front of the servants. If you lose, you say you don't have the real ability and say you look down on others!

When Jiang Lang thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a headache and simply refused.

The third prince immediately said, "What dare not? Get up to me, now I order you to have a few moves with me!"

When Jiang Lang heard this, hesitated: "Prince..."

Ge Qing, who was beside him, immediately said: "Prince, why not do this? Just let me play a few moves with him. I teach my boxing skills, so let me practice a few moves with him. You can let the prince see his skills without worrying about the prince being injured!"

The third prince thought about it and nodded, "It's good that way. Then I will look at your true skills. I didn't see clearly that night!"

After hearing the prince's words, Jiang Lang looked up at the prince, and saw a calm face on his face and a faint smile on his face. He immediately began to guess the prince's intention and what he called his real ability.

However, looking at the expression on his face, Jiang Lang immediately affirmed that the prince asked him and Sun Yuanbiao from the Jinyiwei to have his own purpose, not his rise. Similarly, the prince now depends on his own ability, and it is nothing more than to test whether he has the value of exploitation.

Knowing that this battle was inevitable, Jiang Lang quickly considered something that was beneficial to him: that was the identity of the prince. As we all know, these three princes were a fairy prince, but the fairy prince was also a fairy prince, just like a napping tiger, and no one would say that it was a kitten. Now his identity is a Jinyiwei, but he is just a soldier of the Jinyiwei. There are thousands of people in the capital like himself. To gain a foothold and have the opportunity to climb up, the best way is to have a tough backstage besides the Jinyiwei, and the third prince is undoubtedly the best choice. If he can gain the trust of the third prince in addition to the Jinyiwei, then those who want to move themselves must also consider it.

The so-called third-rank official of the prime minister!

After all this, Jiang Lang raised his head slightly, stood up, clasped his fists at Ge Qing, and said coldly: "Then Mr. Ge, it's better to obey your orders than to be respectful!"

If Ge Qing was invited by the prince as a teacher, he would definitely be good at it. Then Jiang Lang would have to cheer up and deal with it. Faced with the battle, Jiang Lang naturally returned to his previous state of fighting, and his entire temperament could not help but change.

Ge Qing was stunned and looked straight at Jiang Lang. He couldn't understand why the guard who had just shrunk and changed suddenly after agreeing to fight.

Jiang Lang did not avoid his gaze, but looked at him calmly. His cold expression was like cold snow meeting the sunlight, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. At this moment, Jiang Lang adjusted his mentality. If Jiang Lang was just a wolf who was about to prey, then Jiang Lang is now a wolf in sheep's clothing, facing his opponent in time, which is also unpredictable.

Ge Qing was even more surprised. He instinctively felt a little danger, but in front of the prince, he would not show any timidity, but clasped his fists and said, "Brother Wang, please!"

Jiang Lang clasped his fists: "Please!"

After saying that, he waved his clothes back, stretched his right hand behind his left hand, and said, if someone knew Huang Feihong, he would definitely exclaim: Ming Dynasty version of Huang Feihong!

This is not surprising. Jiang Lang admires Huang Feihong the most for the modern martial arts master in China, and also admires his personality even more. As for this posture, he learned it from Jet Li. After all, this was in ancient times, and there was a starting move in ancient times, which was also considered respect for the enemy. Jiang Lang is just following the customs.

When Ge Qing saw Jiang Lang pointing one hand at him, he thought he looked down on him. He couldn't help but feel a little angry. He roared, and rushed towards Jiang Lang without hesitation.

In fact, Jiang Lang felt awkward when using this move now. After all, they learned how to subdue the enemy the fastest, because the battlefield changed rapidly, time is life, and it also concerns whether the battle was successful or not. Jiang Lang and others are special forces, and holding sabotage activities behind enemy lines is one of their tasks. Therefore, when facing the enemy, they must be cold and ruthless, without any kindness. The so-called slogan of not killing the gun will never come to their mouths. After all, they have no extra people to guard the prisoners. Therefore, they pay attention to destroying the enemy the fastest, but now they have to slowly grind it like mahjongfu. Jiang Lang has become a little used to this style of fighting in time, but because the time is too short, it still seems a little uncomfortable compared to the habit of more than ten years.

But there was no way. Seeing Ge Qing rushing over, Jiang Lang had to deal with it carefully.

Ge Qing's boxing techniques are mainly powerful. After all, he used to be a general, but when he fought with Jiang Lang, he suddenly felt depressed. The other party was not only like a loach, but also like a top, and he couldn't use any strength.

No matter how Ge Qing felt in it, outsiders came to the scene. The two of them played happily and collided. Moreover, the Ge teacher was powerful, and Jiang Lang was somewhat impressed and always dodged. So the people who slowly surrounded him cheered for Ge Qing. After all, Ge Qing had been in the Prince's Mansion for a long time, and Jiang Lang was just the first time, so the prince's mansion was also Ge ​​Qing's home court.

However, only those who are in it know the taste.

The third prince on the side couldn't help but touch his beard and nodded. After the two of them fought for a while, they saw that neither of them could do anything to each other, so they said, "Okay, stop!"

When the two who were fighting heard this, they stopped immediately, clasped their fists respectfully at the prince and said, "Yes!"

In Ge Qing's heart, he breathed a sigh of relief. After fighting for so long, he couldn't do anything to the other party. If it spread, it would definitely affect his reputation.

Jiang Lang also breathed a sigh of relief: This kind of fighting style that only defends but does not attack is very tiring.

The third prince smiled and looked at Jiang Lang and praised: "No, good, good, I can draw with Teacher Ge, I do have some skills, so now I am safe to leave that matter to you!"

"That thing?"

Jiang Lang couldn't help but be stunned.
Chapter completed!