I'm not good at this green tea princess

Chapter 310 Song Ying, you have a good vision

When she heard Xiaojun's words that day, she felt a fire in her heart.

But she couldn't question it.

Because both sides agreed on this matter, and each takes what he needs, she has no position to question Song Ying: Why do you want to use me.

At the beginning, it was also the Princess Palace that provided shelter for the precarious Nan family.

But I was still in a panic, and I couldn't do anything these days.

When I came here just now, I saw Song Ying acting like a butterfly again, smiling and chatting with each other, and I became more and more depressed.

Nan Ge is very good at archery, and she deliberately chose a bow that was one stone heavier than Song Ying.

Even though they hit consecutive shots, her four-stone bow is much more powerful than Song Ying's three-stone bow.

A woman with such arm strength is truly terrifying.

After the first round, there are three people left.

They are Nan Ge, cousin and Song Ying.

Nan Ge stood between the two of them impartially, the atmosphere was a bit weird, as if two men were fighting over one woman.

Nan Wu frowned, and wanted to go forward, but Meng Ci came to him at some point, and said with a smile: "The child is old, and you have to make your own decisions. Brother Nan Wu, don't worry about it, Nan Ge has his own measure."

Nan Wu glanced at the young man beside him.

I haven't seen him for a few days, and he seems to have grown a little taller and fatter than before.

When he smiled, his teeth were white, extraordinarily brilliant.

Nan Wu still had some cramps in his heart, and nodded while avoiding his eyes: "Brother Meng is right!"

He could no longer call out the name Aci comfortably.

Meng Ci was startled for a moment, but he also understood what he meant, and nodded lightly: "Brother Nan Wu, His Highness still needs my help, I'll go there first, you have fun."

Because of her interruption, the competition in the arena has already begun.

Because it was the final and overtime, in order to increase the viewability of the game and mobilize the audience's emotions, Meng Ci asked the servant to report the number of rings every time he shot an arrow.

The target is too far away.

Cousin's strength is no longer enough.

After nine rounds, he only has 78 rings.

Nan Ge and Song Ying both had 88 rings.

Bite tightly, winning or losing depends on the last arrow.

Nan Ge's arms were already trembling slightly.

The strength of the four-stone bow is no joke, she shot nineteen arrows in a row, and now her arms are overwhelmed.

On the other hand, Song Ying was smiling and seemed very calm.

In fact, Song Ying felt bitter.

The scab on the palm of his hand has been worn away, and the blood stains seep out under his eyes, and the pain is fine and dense, not to mention how uncomfortable it is.

Every shot is a form of torture.

He didn't know how much longer he could last.

He looked at Nan Ge with a smile and asked, "Do you like this horse very much?"

"That's natural, otherwise I'd be better than you!"

Song Ying smiled brightly: "But I can't let you this time, the girl I like happens to like this horse very much, I have to win it and give it to her!"

Nan Ge clenched his fists and frowned: "Which girl do you like?"

There are too many girls in the field.

"You'll know when I win and give it to her, don't worry!"

Nan Ge's anger rose immediately.

Think beautifully.

You still have to win and give it to her, from my fiancee!

Do you think I'm a soft persimmon easy to pinch?

Nan Ge's expression became serious, he took a step forward, and shot with the bow and arrow in his hand.

Song Ying followed closely behind and shot her own arrow.

After Nan Ge let go, he knew it was broken.

She was flustered just now, she didn't grasp the arrow well, it missed, and it missed badly.

But right now there is still a slight hope, that is, Song Ying is also biased.

Soon, the slave raised his voice to report, with a bit of incredulity in his tone: "Miss Nange, miss the target, King Yingjun, ten rings!"

Song Ying raised her eyebrows and smiled happily.

But then it hissed again.

His delicate palms are already bloody.

All his cronies and friends came forward to congratulate him, and even General Nan patted him on the shoulder.

Young man, capable and courageous.

You made my precious daughter unhappy, so you can figure out how to coax her.

General Nan originally wanted to pat Song Ying with internal injuries, but he saw his bloody palm with a glance.

He also remembered that he came to give the dowry a few days ago, and it is said that when he returned, his hands were crippled and his waist was injured.

This child looks like a fool, but in fact he is a person who insists on himself, and it is very rare to have this quality among the sons of today's aristocratic families.

General Nan withdrew his hand.

That's all, my son-in-law, let the young couple make trouble on their own.

It's just this breath, he couldn't swallow it, and finally he slapped Nan Wu hard several times.

South five? ?
Why am I always the one who's hurt.

After Song Ying accepted everyone's congratulations, she found that Nan Ge was gone.

He hurriedly searched for it separately, and there are no mobile phones in this day and age, so whether he can find it depends on God's will.

Song Ying circled around and was about to give up when her cousin's voice came in the wind: "Why are you avoiding me recently? I know you don't like a swinger like him. The person in your heart is still mine. wrong?"

Song Ying has a big brain.

Yeah!

So bold.

Without waiting for Nan Ge to answer, he raised his voice and said, "It's a good idea, we're both engaged, isn't it inappropriate for you to behave like this?"

Song Ying shook the folding fan loudly: "She is my fiancée, Mr. Wei pay attention to your identity!"

After a short operation, he turned his head gracefully and met a pair of blank eyes.

The strange girl blushed: "Your Highness, why didn't I know when I was your fiancee?"

Song Ying! !
Why not Nan Ge?

The cousin was stupefied, and asked, "Aren't you engaged to Nan Ge? Why did you come here to provoke Chuanmu? Does my cousin know about this? When did you get married?"

Song Ying was dripping with cold sweat: "You don't like Nan Ge, then just now you have a younger sister, and you still want to win a horse..."

"I won the horse for Sister Congcong. What is the relationship between you? Your Highness, I didn't expect you to be such a person. My cousin is such a good girl. Since you have entered into a marriage contract, you should remain loyal to each other!"

"How can you eat what's in the bowl and look at what's in the pot? Congmu, you've always been distant from me and refused to give me a clear answer because of him? You want to be the wife of the county king? If you marry him, you I can only be a concubine, are you willing too?"

The girl with tears in her eyes: "I don't know when His Highness liked me, but I really didn't..."

"I don't mean that to His Highness, you believe me, this is all wishful thinking of the King of England!"

Wishful thinking Song Ying...

Where does this start!
He tried his best to explain, but suddenly felt a cold stare.

A bad premonition arose in his heart, and he turned his head slowly to see that Nan Ge was holding a long whip, looking at him with a half-smile: "So this is the beloved girl you want to give away when you win the horse!"

Nan Ge's eyebrows were flying into his temples: "Song Ying, your vision is really not very good!"

It made me want to swing a whip on your grave next year!

(End of this chapter)