Chapter 20

The performance of the Qianqiu Banquet reached the sword dance stage. Accompanied by soft music, the dancers on the stage swung their swords and danced to the music. Their bodies were like willow catkins, lotus willows swaying in the wind, or like butterflies flying through flowers, dancing all over the room. It was dazzling and overwhelming, but also pleasing to the eye and refreshing.

　　After the dance, the audience all applauded. However, there are always people who show off at this time. A voice in the Central Plains dialect that is not very standard was heard: "I thought the Central Plains martial arts were extensive and profound, but who knew it was just a woman's pretentious fancy moves. And she even claimed that 'six out of ten are below the Heavenly Ranking'. It's really ridiculous."

　　There are countless warriors in the world, but the strongest among them are no more than ten people. They are: the abbot of the Damo Academy of Shaolin Temple - Master Tianhong, the contemporary successor of the Jingchen Pavilion - Fu Wanqing, the leader of the hidden demon cult - Gu Changsheng, the head of the Huangji Sect in the capital - Zhao Wuji, the owner of Dongling Island - Han Li, an old eunuch hidden in the Forbidden Palace, the National Master of Beihu - Wanyan Wudi, the Lord of the Snake Swamp of Nanzhao - Du Shura, the Japanese Martial God and Sword Saint - Musashi Gorin, and the Pope of the Western Tibetan Religion - Lotus Hand Living Buddha.

　　These ten people were known as the masters of the Heavenly Ranking. Among the ten, six were from the Central Plains. Now they were being used for provocation, which angered the warriors present. Only one kind of person in the world could speak with such a unique tone, and that was the Northern Hu people.

　　The Northern Hu man saluted Yang Shao and said, "Your Majesty, I have heard that the Central Plains martial arts are the best in the world. This statement is also widely circulated in the Northern Hu. However, the young people of the Northern Hu do not agree with this statement. They believe that the Central Plains martial arts are as weak and powerless as the sword dance on the stage."

　　"What do you want?"

　　The envoy said, "How about this? Beihu is willing to send our youngest 'Wuharu' to challenge your country's martial arts scholars. As long as our warriors defeat your young masters, you will admit that Dajin is no match for Beihu in martial arts and offer a bet. What do you think of my suggestion?"

　　Yang Shao raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh? What is the bet you are talking about?" The envoy said: "Your Majesty, aren't you going to use 10,000 pieces of silk and 1,000 carts of tea to buy 20,000 war horses and 1,000 stallions from the Northern Hu?"

　　"Yes, that is true."

　　"If our warriors win, then your majesty's purchase amount will be doubled, that is, 20,000 rolls of silk and 2,000 carts of tea. Of course, if your country's masters win, then the cost will be halved. What do you think, your majesty?"

　　Yang Shao did not answer directly, but looked at the martial arts candidates and asked: "Martial arts candidates, who among you has the confidence to deal with these northern barbarians?"

　　Qin Yi was the first to stand up and said, "Qin Yi, I am willing to accept the challenge!" Then, the candidates for the martial arts examination stood up one by one and volunteered, "I am willing!"

　　However, as the top martial arts champion, Pang Jun did not stand up and challenge Yang Shao to a fight.

　　Yang Shao said: "Ziye, you are the champion of martial arts, but you don't set an example and take the lead in volunteering?"

　　Pang Jun stood up, bowed to Yang Shao and said, "Your Majesty, Ziye's martial arts are on par with Qin Yi's. If Qin Yi can't beat him, then Ziye shouldn't be able to beat him either. In the previous exchange with Dongying, Ziye has gained enough. Let the envoys of other countries see how talented our Great Jin is."

　　"You, okay, I'll do as you wish."

　　"Thank you, Your Majesty." Then he looked at the Northern Hu envoy and asked, "How do you want to compete?"

　　The envoy said, "Each side will send five people to fight against each other. After one round, the remaining people on both sides will fight again until all the people on one side lose. What do you think, Your Majesty?"

　　"I'll do as you wish, so that you won't accuse me of winning unfairly." Yang Shao said to Pang Jun, "Liu Jun, as the champion of martial arts, you not only have profound attainments in martial arts, but also have your own way of arranging troops and battle formations. You can choose the players to appear."

　　"Zi Ye, I obey your command." After receiving the order, Pang Jun turned his head and looked at a group of martial arts candidates who were eager to try. He called Yu Lingfeng, Qin Yi, Shangguan Yi, Lin Rui, and Shang Tianhao and said to them: "You five, you are the warriors I have chosen. The glory of the Great Jin Dynasty depends on you, please." After that, he bowed deeply to the five people.

　　Several people quickly helped Pang Jun up, and Qin Yi said, "Don't worry, Ziye. You chose us because you have confidence in our martial arts. We will also do our best for the glory of Dajin."

　　"Okay, I'll leave it to you, brothers," he then walked up to Yu Lingfeng and said, "Brother Yu, last time on the streets of Tianjing, we still hadn't fought the Northern Hu people to a decisive victory. Brother Yu, please go all out to avenge the Northern Hu people's bullying of Miss Yue."

　　It would have been fine if Pang Jun didn't mention Yue Siwan, but when he mentioned Yue Siwan, Yu Lingfeng's anger ignited. Thinking that the little slut disappeared without a word, and that she was good friends with the young man in front of him, he hated Pang Jun so much that he wanted to beat him up, but the current situation did not allow it, so he had to vent his anger on the Beihu people. He said lightly: "You don't have to tell me, I know." After that, he followed the other four people onto the stage.

　　However, when the competition was about to begin, Pang Jun called a young eunuch beside him and said to him, "I am in a hurry to go to the toilet. Please lead the way, eunuch." Seeing that the young eunuch was a favorite of the emperor, he did not dare to neglect him and quickly took him to the toilet.

　　Yang Yue, who had been keeping an eye on Pang Jun, saw Pang Jun being led away from the Wanbang Palace by the eunuch towards the toilet. She turned her eyes and whispered to Tang Yuxian, "Mother, I am in a hurry. I want to go, I want to go..."

　　"Go ahead, go ahead, ask a maid to take you there."

　　"No need, I'm familiar with the palace and I know how to get there. It won't be dangerous." After saying that, he left stealthily.

　　Tang Yuxian shook her head: "What a kid." Yang Tong saw all of this. He thought: Girls should not be kept at home when they grow up, especially since this daughter hasn't grown up yet.

　　After Yang Yue arrived at the toilet, she saw the eunuch standing outside bowing to her, but she ignored him and went straight into the women's toilet. After entering, she took a look and found that there was no one else in the toilet, so she coughed lightly: "Ahem, uh-huh."

　　Pang Jun, who was on the other side, heard the sound and recognized it as Yang Yue's voice. He jumped over the wall of the hut and came to Yang Yue's side. Looking at the beautiful girl with a sweet smile, Pang Jun stretched out his arms. Yang Yue threw herself into Pang Jun's arms like a swallow returning to its nest, muttering, "Brother Liu, Yue'er misses you so much."

　　Pang Jun smelled the fragrance of her hair and said, "I miss you too, little baby." Then, the giant dragon in his lower body began to swell with blood and pressed against the lower abdomen of Yang Yue, who was only five feet five inches (1.4 meters) tall. Yang Yue, feeling the changes in Pang Jun's lower body, seemed both happy and shy, with a look of affection and sweetness.

　　The two had had intimate contact many times. Under Pang Jun's training, Yang Yue had learned to use her small jade hands to relieve Pang Jun's heat. Seeing that the dragon under Pang Jun's crotch was getting bigger and bigger, Yang Yue also extended her small hand considerately, untied Pang Jun's belt, and then took out the hot cock. Pang Jun said gently: "Look, Yue'er, it's excited for you."

　　"Yeah." Yang Yue nodded shyly, then stretched out her trembling little white hand, gently grasped the giant dragon that seemed unable to be grasped in one hand, and gently stroked it up and down for him. The flesh of the huge object slid up and down, and the scene was so erotic. Her blurred eyes stared at the huge cock.

　　"Hiss, so good, Yue'er, your little hands are so great, soft and warm." Hearing Pang Jun's encouragement, Yang Yue was even happier, and her hands moved more flexibly. Her index finger flexibly stroked the tip of the urethra, and at the same time, the love fluid seeping out of the urethra was wiped away by this slender finger. The flexible index finger smeared the male love fluid around the urethra, especially when stroking the urethra groove, and the food boy gently drew a few more circles here to comfort her lover's hard rod.

　　Due to time constraints, Pang Jun did not deliberately endure it. In less than a cup of tea, Pang Jun let go of his semen and ejaculated his essence.

　　Yang Yue looked at her lover's still erect penis and asked worriedly, "Brother Liu, are you okay? Do you need Yue'er to help you?"

　　Pang Jun waved his hands and said, "Okay, Yue'er, that's enough. Thank you, my baby. Go back first. Baji." After that, he kissed Yang Yue's little mouth and turned back to the man's toilet...

　　Yang Yue and Pang Jun returned to the Wanbang Hall one after another. At this time, the results of the first round had come out. Except for Shangguan Yi who lost, everyone else won the game. There was only one Beihu left, and he was not far from defeat. The arrogant Beihu envoy's face had turned ashen at this time.

　　Pang Jun chuckled. In fact, when he was fighting with the Northern Hu people, he already knew that these Northern Hu people were no match for them. Victory was beyond doubt. Even if they won for a while, it was only because Shangguan Yi was proficient in military affairs, and the opponent he faced happened to be the second among the Northern Hu "Uluha". Sure enough, in the second round, that Uluha was kicked away by Lin Rui in just a cup of tea and almost fell off the stage. After winning, the five of them accepted congratulations from everyone present. Since then, no foreign envoys have challenged the Great Jin Dynasty.

　　At night, in Concubine Nan's Jingyang Palace, Imperial Concubine Nan Xiangwu of the Great Jin Dynasty was sitting in front of a gorgeous and exquisite dressing table. Her jet-black hair was draped over her shoulders like a waterfall, setting off her charming and seductive face. At this moment, she was wearing a loose white silk nightgown with a low neckline. The deep cleavage across her chest showed off her lazy and seductive charm.

　　Standing behind her was her only son, Zhao Wang Yang Sheng. At this moment, Yang Sheng was sweeping the body of the charming mature woman with lustful eyes. Nan Xiangwu also noticed the naked lust in her son's eyes, but she looked as if she was not surprised. She sneered and said, "Sheng'er, mother, is it beautiful?"

　　"Beautiful, extremely beautiful. Mother is the most beautiful woman in the world."

　　"Puchi, you just know how to flatter. Mother is getting old." Nan Xiangwu said insincerely. She was very satisfied with her son's performance.

　　"No, no, no, my mother is the most beautiful woman in the world. There is no other woman more beautiful than you."

　　Nan Xiangwu did not speak. She stood up, walked to the bed, and lay sideways. She lifted her nightgown with one hand, looked at her son with her charming eyes, and said in a tender voice, "Your performance tonight is good. Mother will reward you well. Come up."

　　When Yang Sheng heard Nan Xiangwu's words, he did not hesitate, but walked directly to the bedside, knelt beside the bed like a devout believer, and held his mother's white and tender feet in his hands, as if enjoying a rare delicacy. He moved the feet to his mouth, opened his white teeth, and began to suck on Concubine Nan's feet. His movements seemed fast and slow, as if he understood this well.

　　Nan Xiangwu seemed very satisfied with Yang Sheng's service. She lay on her side with her beautiful eyes half open and half closed, and her mouth made seductive gasps from time to time. Yang Sheng raised his head and glanced at his mother on the phoenix bed. When he saw that the latter looked very satisfied, his lips began to move upwards, from her slender calves to the roots of her legs, and then to the dense black forest area.

　　The pleasure coming from her private parts made Nan Xiangwu shudder all over. She frowned, opened her eyes and pushed Yang Sheng away. She panted and looked at her unsatisfied son, and said gently, "Sheng'er, no, have you forgotten the agreement between you and me? As long as you don't ascend the throne, you can't touch the forbidden area of ​​your mother. Have you forgotten?"

　　Yang Sheng lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong and said, "I know I was wrong, please forgive me, mother."

　　Nan Xiangwu was very satisfied with her son's performance and the ugly state of his lower body. She stood up, put her arms around Yang Sheng's head, and buried his head in her huge breasts for a long time before letting go. Looking at Yang Sheng's flushed face, she laughed and said, "It's late now. You should go back too. Go back early and relieve your anger with your wives and concubines. Go back."

　　Before leaving, Nan Xiangwu suddenly said, "By the way, you said before that you have used Chu Yu to control Liu Jun?"

　　"Well, I guess so. But I can't say that he is completely under control. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who is completely submissive. I think I need other means to win him over."

　　"Well, give him a slap in the face and then give him a sweet reward. This is the way to employ people. Hold on to him well. If you can gain his loyalty, your chances of ascending to the throne will greatly increase. Okay, let's go back." Nan Xiangwu instructed.

　　"Yes, mother. I'll take my leave." Yang Sheng looked at his charming mother and left Jingyang Palace, looking back every three steps.