Chapter 227 This Princess Has Taken a Fancy to You

In the early morning, a crowd of people stood outside the huge parade ground.

The envoy guards led by Su Chang from Nanyue, the guards led by the young princess Lin Baozhu from Xiqi, and the envoy guards led by the crown prince Duanmu Yu from Beijiang, the imperial guards led by Ling Ling from Dazhou who came to maintain order, as well as several princes such as the King of Qi, the King of Yun, and the King of Ning, and several young officials in the court who had practiced martial arts, almost surrounded the perimeter of the parade ground.

The atmosphere was solemn and full of thunder.

The official competition of military generals was naturally on the parade ground and in the military camp, competing in martial arts, riding and shooting, and military tactics.

When a gong and drum sounded, the atmosphere on the parade ground suddenly became solemn and tense, and the air was filled with a hair-trigger aura of intimidation.

The two tall war horses stood in silence.

On the brown horse, Xiqi General Lin Wu held a knife in one hand, sitting expressionlessly, holding his breath quietly, waiting for the opportunity to prepare for the attack.

If someone looked closely, there was clearly a sinister murderous aura in his eyes.

He said he was seeking justice for himself, but in fact he just wanted to avenge the humiliation he suffered yesterday. If possible, he wanted to kill Chu Hongyi immediately to relieve his hatred.

On the red horse, Dongling General Chu Hongyi had cold and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, holding a red cherry spear in her hand and holding the reins in one hand. Compared with Lin Wu's preparation for the attack, she seemed to be more relaxed and leisurely. There was no emotional fluctuation on her beautiful face, and her eyebrows seemed to be arrogant and looked down on everything.

Neither of them spoke, but competed silently.

This kind of danger that was about to break out in the calm made everyone watching outside the training ground hold their breath involuntarily.

"Prime Minister Su, who do you think has a better chance of winning this competition?" A man's elegant and pleasant voice came to my ears. Not only did Su Chang on the left turn her head, but Lin Baozhu, who was standing not far away on the right, also looked in the direction of the voice, wanting to know which young man had such a nice voice. However, when she saw him, her breath was immediately choked.

What a beautiful young man.

Tall and slender figure, delicate and soft face, a pair of peach blossom eyes that were like water and affection, slightly raised the arc of a smile, and a blue ice silk robe that made him look noble, just like a young man with water sleeves walking out of a painting, so beautiful that it was amazing.

Su Chang also looked at the young man who was speaking: "You..."

"Is this young man from the Great Zhou?" Lin Baozhu interrupted him first, with a somewhat flamboyant tone, "The general Lin on the brown horse is my cousin, the first general of Xiqi, and he must win this competition."

The beautiful young man in the ice-blue light robe turned his head and looked at the girl who was speaking, and raised a smile on his light-colored lips: "Really?"

Lin Baozhu's pretty face flushed, and she looked at him absent-mindedly, then realized that she had lost her composure, and asked unhappily: "Young man's name?"

Thinking that she didn't see this young man at the two palace banquets yesterday, Lin Baozhu guessed that he should not be an envoy from Nanyue or Beijiang, so the biggest possibility is that he is a young man from a powerful family in the Great Zhou.

But since he didn't enter the palace yesterday, his identity should not be particularly valuable, at least he is not a royal relative.

Thinking of this, he suddenly had some ideas in his mind.

Young Master Xiumei said calmly, "You can't tell others my name casually."

Lin Baozhu frowned slightly and said coldly, "Do you know who I am?"

"Didn't the girl just say that General Lin of Xiqi is your cousin, so the girl is naturally the princess sent by Xiqi to the Great Zhou for marriage." Young Master Xiumei smiled faintly, as if he felt that her question was redundant, "Do you still need to ask this?"

"Since you know that I am the princess of Xiqi, you still dare to talk to me like this?" Lin Baozhu said angrily, "The Regent of the Great Zhou was rude to us, so you don't take this princess seriously, right?"

Young Master Xiumei raised his eyebrows and shook his fan, "The princess said——"

"Young Master Fuchen?" An uncertain voice interrupted, "Why are you here?"

Fuchen turned his head and saw that the person who spoke was dressed as a servant. He looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

Master Fuchen is a forgetful person, and he doesn't usually remember insignificant people, so it doesn't matter if he is familiar with them, because his sight quickly turns to another person - the main person standing next to the servant is none other than the very familiar King Qi.

It's really a narrow road for enemies.

Master Fuchen immediately smiled, his peach blossom eyes curved: "So it's King Qi."

King Qi squinted at him: "Master Fuchen, the head of Qingyin Tower, why are you not in Qingyin Tower singing and entertaining guests at this time, how come you are in the palace? Who let you in?"

The head of Qingyin Tower?

Lin Baozhu was stunned, and then a condescending expression appeared on her face: "So he is a young man who sings opera."

Young Master Fuchen smiled lightly: "Did the singer offend you?"

"I am asking you a question, why are you here?" King Qi asked coldly, "If you can't answer, I can only have you arrested for plotting against the law."

Young Master Fuchen said lightly: "Do I need your consent to appear here? Does King Qi think he is more powerful than the Regent?"

King Qi's face changed slightly, and he turned his head to look at Ling Ling, the commander of the Imperial Guards: "Commander Ling."

Ling Ling walked over, "Your Highness King Qi."

"Why did this Young Master Fuchen appear here?" King Qi questioned, "Don't say you don't know who he is."

Ling Ling said lightly: "Young Master Fuchen came in openly and got the permission of the Regent."

King Qi: "..."

Mr. Fuchen waved his fan calmly: "I've disappointed the King of Qi."

"Mr. Fuchen?" Lin Baozhu thought, "Is this your name?"

Fuchen raised his lips: "Why?"

"Are you a pillar of the theater?"

Fuchen said calmly: "I guess so."

"This princess has taken a fancy to you." Lin Baozhu raised her chin and announced as a matter of course, just like the tone of an emperor choosing a concubine, "I want you to be mine."

What?

Hearing this, even the King of Qi, who had once had dirty thoughts, was a little bit unbelievable and looked at her in surprise.

Is the princess from Xiqi really so tough?

Su Chang's eyes fell on Lin Baozhu's face silently, with a bit of sneer in her eyes as if she was looking at an idiot.

Alliance with Xiqi?

An overconfident Lin Wu and a fangirl Lin Baozhu are simply here to embarrass themselves. If they really form an alliance with them, I'm afraid they will stab them in the back at any time.

"Princess Lin, you are joking." Fu Chen waved his fan nonchalantly, his voice so indifferent that he didn't take the other person seriously at all. "In the territory of the Great Zhou, Princess, you'd better consider the prestige of the Regent of Xiqi, and don't let people think that the people from Xiqi are fools."