The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1563 - 758 Complete Victory! (Second Update)

Gu Jiao slept for four hours straight in her drunken stupor, so much so that night had fallen by the time she awoke.

In Qilin Palace, the lights were bright and shining.

Xiao Hen had been reading books in the Book Pavilion all day, neglecting both sleep and food. Only now did he start to feel hungry.

His appetite wasn’t great, so the Kitchen had prepared some delicious Egg Flower Soup for him, a few specialties from the National Master Hall, and a plate of appetizing fresh fruit.

Xiao Hen sat down, ready to eat.

Little Jingkong was bathing in the room.

Since he had been too lively these past two days, the privilege of being pampered with a comfortable bath, having been determined free of trauma-related aftereffects, had been rescinded; now, he had to wash himself again.

Although Xiao Hen would still give him a bath afterward, their techniques were certainly different.

It was impossible to expect Little Jingkong to bathe quietly. He was once the monk in the temple best at chanting scriptures, and although he no longer chanted, he had found a new interest that enamored him even more.

He tied strange strips of fabric around his body and struck peculiar poses, then began to sing.

"Hawthorn~, ah~, pear~, ah~, cherry~, oh~, pear~"

"All must be washed~ All must be washed~"

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Just as Xiao Hen was about to pick up a hawthorn: "..."

Xiao Hen decisively put down the hawthorn and didn’t touch the rest of the fruit either. He looked at the small dishes on his plate, which were fried and unknown in origin, but they looked fluffy and crispy and came with a sauce, very tempting to the appetite.

He picked up a piece with his chopsticks, took a light bite, and it made a crisp sound.

Meanwhile, Little Jingkong had finished singing about hawthorns and pears and began to croon the next song with deep emotion.

"How precious are dreams, Crispy Chicken Manure~"

Crack~

Xiao Hen took another bite.

Unbelievably crispy.

Little Jingkong adopted a playful tone.

"In the restroom, hot pot and barbecue make one man drunk~ Upon waking~ Licking with gusto~"

"Damn~ Heartless~"

Just as Xiao Hen licked the sauce: "..."

Half an hour later, Qilin Palace was filled with the quiet, annoyed sounds of Little Jingkong.

"Ahhh!"

The bad brother-in-law is coming! He’s coming over with a feather duster! Run!

——It was another chaotic evening.

The solemn and dignified National Master Hall took on a bit of the warm feel of the Human World due to the clamoring noises of the young and old.

...

Three days later, on the first day of the seventh month, today’s competition would be the first real selection.

The location was still Black Wind Camp of the Han Family. Forty-four cavalry had advanced from the preliminaries, where it had been six to one, but now the competition was one to one.

These internal military selections were not open for outsiders to watch, only Military Officers associated with the selection or directly involved could be present at the site.

Xiao Hen sent Gu Jiao to the entrance of the Military Camp in a carriage and watched her ride in on Black Wind King before telling the carriage to leave.

However, he didn’t go far and settled under an inconspicuous shade tree.

Not far away, another carriage was parked, with the Duke of An Guo and Jing Er Ye seated inside.

"It’s so hot, I told you not to come, but you insisted, big brother," Jing Er Ye muttered.

The Duke of An Guo didn’t speak.

...Mainly because he really couldn’t say much.

He waited quietly here, waiting for Gu Jiao to come out, regardless of her success or failure.

Gu Jiao wasn’t particularly early; everyone else was already there. A Soldier came over to collect her ticket to hang on the announcement board.

"Can I have a look?" Gu Jiao asked a passing Soldier.

The Soldier said, "You can."

Gu Jiao walked over.

The board was almost full of tickets; it seemed like everyone had arrived.

The first ticket belonged to Gu Changqing, who had taken on the alias of Han Zeyun, a relative of the Han Family.

The other one, with the celestial stem ’Jia,’ was Yang Wu, the brother of the Yang Family head

The head of the Yang Family was a true master; it was unclear how strong his brother was.

Taoist Priest Qingfeng was ’Bing Three’ of the celestial stems, and his opponent was the eldest son of the Dong Family.

Gu Jiao looked again at her own and Mu Qingchen’s.

Their luck was really quite good.

Her opponent turned out to be another person from the Han Family. What kind of karma was this?

And Mu Qingchen had to battle someone from the Wang Family; tribe fighting tribe, truly an early depletion of strength.

There were still about seven or eight tickets not hung up yet.

Gu Jiao didn’t see the name of Han Fifth Master; he must not have arrived yet.

"He’s ’Geng Seven’ of the celestial stems," Gu Changqing came over.

There was a bit of distance between the two, and at a glance, they seemed to have no connection with each other.

"’You Ten’ of the earthly branches..." Gu Jiao’s eyes landed on the ’You Ten’ spot, where a ticket was already hanging, "Su Chen?"

While pretending to look at the tickets, Gu Changqing spoke softly, "Su Yuan’s brother, Mu Qingchen’s uncle."

"Is he formidable?" Gu Jiao asked.