The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 503 Fengming Dynasty, Princess Lingrou

After this grand meeting, Shuangxi was about to leave the palace, she had already packed her bags, and planned to travel far this time when she left the palace.

Go to a place far away from the capital, a place where it is never possible to meet Chonghan, and let Chonghan gradually forget her, leaving her to grow old slowly.

This time, it may be the last time that she can see him so closely, and see the sweetheart she has fallen in love with since No.1.

Shuangxi stood behind Concubine Hui, staring at Chonghan's back sitting upright with dull eyes.

She dared to take advantage of every inch and every ounce of his body when the heavy cold would not find out.

The female general of the Fengming Dynasty is really heroic. Standing on the ring of the competition, she looks down on the others: "The second prince of the Yanchi Dynasty, dare to go up to the stage and compete with the little girl?"

The one who was knocked out just now was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Northern Xia Dynasty. Although Murong Ying was knocked out when he underestimated the enemy, people only cared about the final result.

That means the people from Fengming Dynasty won.

Murong Ying's prestige is as loud as the ears of princesses and famous ladies from neighboring countries. They even want to marry him in their dreams. Now that this female general from the Fengming Dynasty has conquered Murong Ying in this way, there are still people who have the ability to give her to her. Beat it?
The answer is, of course.

Chonghan stood up from his position, and tapped his palm on the table. The stationary saber jumped into the air due to internal force fluctuations. He lightly stepped on the edge of the table, easily hooked the saber in the air with one hand, and moved towards the center of the ring. Fly away—and land smoothly.

"Good skill!"

The severe cold brows were cold, and even the mere perfect profile seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frost.

At this moment, all the people watching the battle had their eyes on the two of them in the ring.

The female general looked at Chonghan who also did not disappoint her, her eyes sparkled with excitement, she was looking forward to a face-to-face contest with Chonghan.

Murong Ying told her... If he had been slack in explaining to Princess Yanchi just now, within three rounds, she would lose.

She knew this very well.

The second prince Yanchi is also a famous existence, and the most important thing is...he has not yet married.

That's where it gets interesting.

The female general was not in a hurry to make a move, but walked around Chonghan twice, and walked up to the Long Live Lord of the Yanchi Dynasty: "Your Majesty, before the start of the martial arts competition, can I promise my little girl a merciless favor?"

Long Live Lord was just happy to be beaten because of Murong Ying, but now he is in an unusually good mood: "Just tell me."

The female general raised her head, and then turned her eyes to look at Chonghan, who hadn't looked at her since she entered the ring.

She threw the sword net in her right hand into the air, fished it out with her left hand, and removed the gauze from her face with her free hand...

Someone immediately recognized this person: "Ah? Isn't this Princess Lingrou from the Fengming Dynasty?"

Official [-]: "I heard that Princess Lingrou not only has a good face, but also has good martial arts. The most talked about is which prince will Princess Lingrou choose as her husband-in-law? There are really too few people that Princess Rou is suitable for."

Official [-]: "Few? I don't think there is much at all. Princess Lingrou will appear at the grand event today, which means that Princess Lingrou already has a lover. Maybe he is the second prince of our Yanchi Dynasty." !"

(End of this chapter)