The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1556

Chapter 1556: 755 New King (Second Update)

"Xiao Liulang! Come and draw your token number!"

Gu Changqing glanced at the deputy examiner and said to Gu Jiao, "It’s a lottery to determine the order for the next round of selection. I’ve already drawn, and it’s Heavenly Stems Jia One. You should hurry over."

The order of appearance was arranged according to the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, with Jia of the Heavenly Stems equivalent to the number one, hence also called Heavenly Stems Jia One.

After drawing the token number, it won’t be announced publicly, so Gu Changqing did not know who else had drawn Heavenly Stems Jia One.

Gu Changqing said, "As long as you do not draw Heavenly Stems Jia One, it will be fine."

If the two of them were to face off so early, it would not be advantageous; he wanted to eliminate a few more opponents for her.

Gu Jiao looked at him and said, "You can’t jinx it, it’ll come back to haunt us."

"Hmm?" Gu Changqing was confused.

Gu Jiao said, "Never mind, I’ll explain in detail next time. I’m off."

"Go ahead," Gu Changqing said.

Gu Jiao led the Black Wind King towards the military camp in the east.

Another round of selection was underway on the field, and one of the contestants turned out to be the Taoist priest Qingfeng.

Gu Jiao was somewhat surprised.

He had come too.

Indeed, he was the elder brother of the Geng Family head. _{freёwebnovel.com}

The Geng Family had two spots, but the one earlier clearly wasn’t enough; if he hadn’t taken to the field himself, the Geng Family really wouldn’t have had a chance.

The Taoist priest Qingfeng was riding a handsome white horse.

He had the look of an immortal, and even riding a horse, he seemed to float with a celestial air.

He burst out from the midst of the raging fire, his gaze cold and resolute, a touch of ash smeared on his face, which added a certain war-torn charm.

He raced ahead of the others, leading by a distance, and with his stead took his place on the high platform.

Gu Jiao could tell he was holding back a little.

After all, it was just the first round—the point was to advance, not to push too hard.

Who hasn’t held back a little, right, Boss?

Gu Jiao patted the Black Wind King and turned her attention away from the situation on the platform.

If the Taoist priest Qingfeng hadn’t lost at horse riding, his martial skills were even less likely to fail.

As she arrived at the entrance of the military camp, she bumped into another acquaintance.