A tragic death in his previous life! Reborn to marry a stupid king and seize your kingdom

Chapter 38 New Classmates

Jiang Fenghua was stunned for a moment, then she bent down and reached out to find the chess piece that had fallen on the other side of the chessboard. Her face became extremely embarrassed, and her knuckles holding on to the small table turned white with so much force.

Her eyes were gloomy, and her pupils were full of disbelief and unwillingness.

Why is Jiang Fengqing so talented?

Those chess records were incomprehensible to her. Why could Jiang Fengqing understand them all?
  She only has a mother who acts as a wife? Why is Jiang Fengqing's maternal ancestor a general who governs the country?

She wanted to go to Hanchen Academy so hard to plan, so why did Jiang Fengqing be able to study at Hanchen Academy, the first academy in the North Country, since her enlightenment, and not take it seriously, skipping school every now and then to go out to eat, drink and have fun?

"Miss, my slave has picked up the chess piece for you." Qiao Fu saw that his young lady got under the table several times and couldn't reach the black piece. He quickly walked around the chessboard, picked up the chess piece, and handed it to Jiang Fenghua.

When she looked up, she saw her young lady glaring at her with cold eyes, which made her feel cold in her heart and she subconsciously took a step back.

"Give it to me!" Jiang Fenghua's pupils turned, blinked, put away his sinister eyes, and stretched out his hand towards Qiaofu to take the sunspot with an expressionless expression.

In the early morning of this morning, after the etiquette class ended, everyone had sore backs and weak legs. They were relaxing and moving their bodies. Nan Huaichang suddenly said with interest: "In recent days, it seems that there is a girl who has been secretly studying with us, but... Because my family background is not good enough, I cannot enroll in school.”

"Girl?"

When he said this, the young men around him immediately became interested, turned around and started whispering to the people next to them, all looking very excited.

"Hey, have you seen what that girl looks like? Does she look good?" Someone immediately patted Nan Huaichang on the shoulder and asked the question that everyone was most concerned about.

Nan Huaichang raised his eyebrows, winked at the man, and touched his chin pretending to be profound, "Of course I saw the girl, otherwise why would I dare to say so sure?"

He poked the head of the man who asked this question a few times, smacking his lips: "As for this figure, I only glanced at it from a distance."

"Hey, Nan Huaichang, please stop being so secretive and just tell us?"

Nan Huaichang pursed his lips and smiled, then glanced at everyone, "You really want to know?"

The others nodded quickly, nodding their heads like a rattle.

Nan Huaichang lowered his head slightly and thought deeply. How should he describe the woman's appearance?
  Until everyone couldn't wait any longer and urged him a few times, he suddenly stood up, picked up his pen and wrote a poem.

He read it out as he wrote: "The jade waist is as straight as a pine, the skin is as white as a lotus flower. The eyes are full of energy, and the beauty is amazing!"

Before he finished speaking, the exclamations around him started one after another. When he finished reading, there were even more cheers.

"Wow! Even Nan Huaichang said she looks good, she must be a big beauty!"

"That's it! That's it!" Amidst the praises, an inappropriate exclamation was suddenly heard: "It's just that such a beautiful beauty's home is not so good. It's a pity."

This sentence woke these young men out of their fantasy at once, which was indeed a pity.

These people are either the sons of officials and ministers in the Northern Kingdom, or the sons of nobles, or even worse, the sons of ministers and the queens of the royal family.

Marriage matters are closely related to family interests. Even if the elders of some young masters are more open-minded and allow them to make their own decisions, they still have to choose a well-matched and virtuous woman to marry. For a family with a low family like this, no matter how much you like it, , but she can only be a concubine.

Nan Huaichang admired the poem he had written. After a while, he seemed to have thought of something. He quickly stretched his neck and asked in the direction of Jiang Fengqing: "The girl who studied hard... seems to have the same eyebrows as Miss Fengqing." There are some similarities between them, but they are Miss Fengqing’s cousins?”

Everyone's eyes turned to Jiang Fengqing again, looking at her expectantly. After all, they all knew that Jiang Fengqing's family was not lowly, and the person she was going to marry in the future would definitely be a prince. If this girl was really a relative of Jiang Fengqing, her status would not necessarily be that low.

Jiang Fengqing was minding her own business arranging things on the desk when she heard this and stopped moving her hands. She yawned lazily, raised her eyes and raised the corners of her lips slightly, sweeping her eyebrows lightly, and said in a tepid tone: "Since you have all seen her, it means that she will soon become our classmate, so let's wait for now. A few days."

"Ah? So she is really your relative?" Lu Jianglan curled her lips and said disdainfully: "Thankfully you told me that you could do divination that day. So you already knew it?"

"Hahaha, Jiang Lan, you are so stupid. You really believe what I say. Why are you more stupid than my Xiaoying?" Jiang Fengqing covered her mouth and laughed, and poked Lu Jianglan's face happily. .

The days passed peacefully for another three or four days, and Hanchen Academy specially opened the racecourse to allow students to learn horseback riding and archery.

The last time Jiang Fengqing rode a horse was during the war between the two countries in her previous life. Nangong Zhuo was besieged by the enemy generals in the mountains of Hanzhong. She galloped on her horse, flying like an arrow off the string and sweeping up the dust, galloping southward, rustling. Like a shooting star, he broke through the enemy's defense alone and successfully pulled Nangong Zhuo onto his horse among thousands of people.

Immediately, they turned their horses around and heard a roar of horses. The two of them had already passed through the gaps between dead branches and galloped all the way back to the northern camp.

That was the time when her friendship with Nangong Zhuo was at its strongest. They laughed heartily on horseback, mocking the enemy soldiers for how embarrassed they were, and telling each other about their friendship. After returning to the camp, they even ate grilled mutton together. , as if there were only two of them in the world.

There is no Nangong Zhuo, the second prince of the Northern Kingdom, nor Jiang Fengqing, the daughter of the minister, nor the 500,000 soldiers and horses in the hands of General Baike.

Later, Jiang Fengqing was locked in the palace maid's room and tortured for two years, and her spirit gradually became blurred. Now when she saw the horses walking leisurely on the racecourse, she was actually in a trance.

Immediately, Jiang Fengqing turned over directly into the horse farm, randomly picked a brown horse that was grazing with its head down, tightened the reins, jumped up, and sat firmly on the saddle neatly.

She pressed her feet against the horse's belly, raised her hands to tighten the reins, and gave a sharp roar. After the horse roared, it raised its front hooves and galloped forward, with a cloud of flying dust behind it.

Today she is wearing an ivory riding suit with a long ink-colored silk belt tied around her waist. Her black hair is tied up in a bun with clouds, and her snow-white skirt and ink-colored silk belt are all fluttering in the wind. Her delicate beauty is even more heroic on horseback, like a fairy from the Nine Heavens falling into the mortal world.

Wherever Jiang Fengqing went, the cheers became louder and louder. Even the young masters from aristocratic families who usually looked down on her changed their attitude toward her and applauded after seeing her superb riding skills.

"what!!!"

(End of this chapter)