Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 812: Chapter 666: Overpowering Loulan

The hall, once filled with song and dance, was instantly turned into a martial arts arena, causing alarm among the civil and military officials.

Especially after witnessing Du Nu’s iron fists, they couldn’t help but break a cold sweat for Meng Lang.

Not to mention anything else, just by looking at his thin frame, he is no match for the burly strongman from Loulan.

Du Nu missed with one punch and then threw another.

Meng Lang spun and fell onto General Zhou’s table, quickly flipping over to avoid it.

Du Nu’s iron fist smashed the table into pieces.

Meng Lang stood up, his spirit still unsettled, "Hey, are you for real?"

General Zhou cried out in pain, "My wine!"

The imperial wine in the palace isn’t something you can drink anytime.

There was only this small pot, and it was all destroyed by this Loulan brute.

Tan’er widened her eyes and said to Meng Lang, "Are you just going to dodge? Fight back!"

Meng Lang dodged the opponent’s attacks while fleeing in panic, "That’s easy for you to say! If you have the ability, come take a punch!"

Tan’er pursed her lips, crossing her arms, "I’m not going to take it!"

Meng Lang: "If you won’t take it, then why say anything?"

Tan’er: "Who told you to owe me?"

Du Nu was more agile than expected, and after Meng Lang dodged a few rounds, he seemed to have analyzed Meng Lang’s footwork.

When Meng Lang once again used his footwork to evade his fist, Du Nu suddenly lashed a whip kick, blocking Meng Lang’s retreat from the opposite direction.

Unprepared, Meng Lang was violently flung by the whip kick, crashing into the pillar behind him, and stuck there for three breaths before falling to the ground with a thud.

Meng Lang lay on the ground, clutching his chest in pain, grimacing.

Tan’er widened her eyes, "Hey, Meng Lang, are you going to lose?"

The courtiers either looked distressed or showed awkward expressions.

No matter how you put it, this is Great Zhou’s turf, and now the Loulan people are disturbing the peace here.

The Grand Commander, even if he doesn’t want to lose face himself, shouldn’t push a child out to take the fall.

Moreover, this person is his brother-in-law.

Such behavior, does he not care about his wife’s standing?

The crowd shook their heads silently, feeling it unfair for Meng Qianqian, as they turned their eyes toward her, wanting to see her reaction.

Surprisingly, her expression remained calm throughout.

What’s going on?

Could it be that the one getting beaten is not her own brother?

The more Du Nu fought, the braver he became, while Meng Lang was left embarrassed.

The Loulan envoys didn’t say it aloud, but their eyebrows were filled with pride.

"The vaunted court, and yet there is no one in the Central Plains."

The one speaking was Mo Yi beside the Loulan Queen.

General Zhou said angrily, "Bullying a child, what kind of skill is that?"

Mo Yi said, "This child was put forth by your Grand Commander. You should ask, why would a First Rank power holder rather let a child go to battle than face it himself, hiding like a turtle?"

"You—"

General Zhou was at a loss for words.

Imperial Censor Wang solemnly stated, "The duel isn’t over yet, it’s too early to declare victory or defeat."

Mo Yi replied nonchalantly, "Is it too early, or can you simply not win? You know it in your hearts."

Lu Yuan smiled nonchalantly, "What if we win?"

After thinking for a moment, Mo Yi said, "If you win..."

Meng Qianqian quickly interjected, "If we win, may I invite the Loulan Queen to honor us by competing with me in a game of chess?"

Another competition?

The civil and martial officials were stunned.

How did a proper welcome banquet turn into a large-scale competition event?

And a chess match, at that?

At this moment, the female envoy beside the Queen spoke up, "How dare you, what makes you qualified to compete with the Queen?"

Zhou Nanyan replied coldly, "And what position do you hold to dare shout at the Yin Hu Guard of our court?"

Upon hearing this, not only Meng Qianqian and Yao Qingluan, but even General Zhou, her father, was stunned.

His soft and gentle little girl, when did she become so imposing?

In the years he raised her, it’s the first time he’s found his daughter to be so impressive!

However, his daughter openly disregarding the dignity of the Loulan people, would Your Majesty hold her accountable?

He looked towards Zong Zhengxi in the main seat.

Zong Zhengxi showed no resentment, his expression implying that the Imperial Concubine’s wishes were his wishes.

His heart, which had been in his throat, settled back down.

Finally, at long last, he cast his gaze on Meng Qianqian.

"I really don’t know what kind of magic potion this Yin Hu has given the girl to make her stand up for her in public like this?"

It’s all thanks to Your Majesty’s benevolence and the Empress’s broad-mindedness for not holding a grudge against his daughter.

In reasoning, it’s truly improper.

Imperial Censor Wang shot him a glare, "Looks like you want to kneel on the laundry board again."

"I’m not like you, afraid of my own wife."

General Zhou knew that his own wife adored Meng Qianqian, and if she knew he didn’t protect her, she would certainly get angry with him.