Princess Jian Guo gl

Nan Qingliu kicked open the closed door and said with a smile, "Fu Ling! Wake up!"

Almost at the same moment, a figure jumped up under the lead-colored bed curtain, threw off the quilt and wrapped himself tightly, and Fu Ling's distraught voice came from the tent: "Nan Qingliu!"

"It's me, it's me." Nan Qingliu quickly agreed, closed the door and happily walked towards the bed.

"Stop! Don't, come, come!" Fu Ling gritted her teeth.

Nan Qingliu stopped obediently and looked at her with a smile.Through the leaden white gauze, one can vaguely see her disheveled hair, trying to hide in the corner of the bed with all her strength.

Xu Shi Nan Qingliu looked at her too hotly, Fu Ling blushed, and said angrily, "Get out!"

Nan Qingliu was wronged: "It's freezing outside, you are not afraid of freezing me."

Fu Ling said angrily: "Where does June Tian come from, it's so cold!"

Nan Qingliu rascal: "Hmph, you also know that it's so hot outside in June, what should I do if I get tanned?"

Fu Ling: "..."

Nan Qingliu took the opportunity to sit on her bed, and said through the gauze: "Get up quickly, today's martial arts champion competition, Father wants me to call you to go with me."

"I received the imperial decree yesterday, you don't have to come, I will go today too!"

"Since we're going, let's go together. I have the most exciting martial arts novels in my carriage, as well as hibiscus cakes! I'll give them all to you." As he spoke, he was about to pick up the curtain to pull Fu Ling.

"Don't touch me!" Fu Ling brushed Nan Qingliu's hand away vigorously.

Nan Qingliu felt a little hurt from being shaken, and forced a smile: "Fu Ling, you are too unfriendly to me."

Fu Ling frowned and said: "Why are you so annoying, have I already told you that I don't like you?"

The corners of Nan Qingliu's lips froze when she was smiling, and she lowered her eyes.

Ah, indeed, Fu Ling has said many times that she doesn't like women, let alone her.Grandma was right, she shouldn't pester her like this anymore.

Just thinking of this, Nan Qingliu felt as if a pot of hot vinegar was poured on her chest, and her heart was sore and sore from burning.

Fu Ling didn't say something like "Then I'll pester you until the day you like me" cheekily as usual, which surprised Fu Ling and couldn't help but glance at her.

The morning sun was very cold, and with Nanqing Lumen's yellow palace attire, it gave her an unusual color.Although Fu Ling didn't like Nan Qingliu, she also knew that she was very good-looking, with dark brows and phoenix eyes, an oval face, a slender and fair neck, and a graceful and slender figure.

If she was a man, or if Nan Qingliu wasn't so annoying, she might really fall in love with her.

Fu Ling knew that there were people who liked Nan Qingliu, such as An Yunluo, who always peeked at Nan Qingliu when she was smiling.

Thinking of this, Fu Ling became even more depressed.

That's right, Nan Qingliu didn't talk about pestering her anymore, she was probably planning to pester others, and she didn't know who was so unlucky to be pestered by her.

Thinking that the person who has been pestering her might have changed her mind, Fu Ling didn't know whether she was happy or sad, so she simply pulled the quilt over her head and said impatiently, "Get out!"

Nan Qingliu, who was always treated indifferently, was silent for a moment, but she really didn't take up the pole anymore, but said in a low voice: "Okay, then I'm leaving, Father will also go today, don't be late."

After that, he got up and walked out slowly.

Almost the moment she went out, Fu Ling kicked the quilt away angrily.

Nan Qingliu went to the front hall to bid farewell to General Fu.

Seeing Nanqing's distraught look, General Fu knew that his bad-tempered daughter had not treated her well, so he couldn't help sighing and apologized: "Princess, that girl Fu Ling has a bad temper, the better you treat her The more she gives you a cold face, don't be as knowledgeable as her."

Nan Qingliu nodded and said in a low voice, "I know."

"She won't go with the princess?"

Nan Qingliu forced a smile: "Well, I think I have my own business, so I'll go first by myself, it's the same."

General Fu sent Nan Qingliu to the carriage all the way.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, General Fu couldn't help being startled when he saw a familiar figure huddled in the carriage: "A Ling?"

It was Fu Ling.

Rarely, she didn't wear a palace dress or the service of a female officer in the army. Instead, she was wearing a goose yellow dress that reached the floor, with a beautiful double-cloud bun, and even a light layer of rouge was applied to her cheeks for the first time. cosmetics.

"Father." Fu Ling, who was flipping through martial arts novels with disdain, raised her eyes and greeted General Fu.

General Fu looked at his daughter's clothes, then glanced at Nan Qingliu's, with a smile in his eyes: "Ling'er hasn't dressed up for a long time, it looks so good."

Nan Qingliu who came up was also surprised: "Fu Ling? Why are you in the carriage? When did you come? Didn't you want to go with me? You still dress up..."

"What are you doing so loudly?" Fu Ling said displeased, flipping through a few pages of the novel at hand, her face almost buried in the book: "Hurry up and get in the car, what time is it?"

The carriage set off leisurely.

Nan Qingliu took out her favorite lotus cake and handed it to Fu Ling: "Eat some first, the competition will end at some point, don't be hungry."

Fu Ling habitually wanted to push her away, but when she looked up, she saw Nan Qingliu's cautious expression, as if she was afraid that she would be annoyed again if she accidentally said the wrong thing.After a meal, Fu Ling took out a piece of pink and tender pastry from the lunch box, and took a bite.

Nan Qing said: "Isn't it delicious!"

"It's okay." Fu Ling said vaguely.

Nan Qing was delighted: "This is my favorite pastry, because it's so delicious. I even learned how to make it from the royal chef, but the ones I made by myself are very unpalatable."

There was a smile on the corner of Fu Ling's mouth that she didn't even notice: "That's because you are stupid."

Nan Qingliu retorted: "You will?"

Fu Ling stuffed the whole pastry into her mouth, her cheeks puffed up from eating it: "I'll learn it as soon as I learn it."

Nan Qingliu's eyes sparkled: "Then you learned how to make it for me, okay?"

Seeing the previous look in Nan Qingliu's eyes again, Fu Ling felt relieved, she just said, how could Nan Qingliu like others, she is so outstanding, how could Nan Qingliu be willing to change her mind.

Fu Ling pressed Nan Qingliu's head back, "You are really cheeky, why should I do it for you?"

Nan Qingliu begged her pitifully, "Do it for me."

"No!"

"Do it for me once."

"No."

"……mean."

When they arrived at the competition paddock, the horn sounded to start the competition.

Seeing the princess coming, the guard hurried forward to raise the curtain for her.In front of outsiders, Nan Qingliu didn't look like a wronged little daughter-in-law in front of Fu Ling. As soon as the curtain was lifted, she returned to her former royal demeanor.

The guards were a little surprised to see Fu Ling in the carriage, but they still saluted and greeted him.Then he said with a smile: "Your Majesty has asked several times about when the princess will come, and I'm still waiting to see the contest between the princess and Miss Fu."

Nan Qingliu paused, and a bad feeling appeared in her heart: "??? Shall I compete?"

The guard nodded: "Yes, the news has spread all over the capital, and the mountains outside the paddock are crowded with people, isn't it just to see the princess and Miss Fu?"

Nan Qingliu clicked her tongue and asked Fu Ling, "You know?"

Fu Ling ignored her.

Nan Qingliu looked at her floor-length skirt, and then realized: "No wonder you want to wear a skirt, don't you do it on purpose? You wear a skirt to avoid competing with me, right?"

Fu Ling's face darkened, and she didn't know which question she was answering: "No."

Nan Qingliu was very sad: "I thought you were wearing skirts to show me, but it's not, you big villain!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and pushed Fu Ling.

Fu Ling didn't react for a while, she was pushed down by Nan Qingliu, and fell on the palace servant behind her.

"Nan..." Fu Ling looked annoyed, but stopped in time, after all, she couldn't call the princess by her name outside.

Fu Ling took a deep breath, stood firm, and helped the palace man who was imprisoned by her up, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

The palace man was a little girl who had just entered the palace. It was the first time she was transferred to serve a big man, and she was so cared by Fu Ling that she blushed: "No, it's okay..."

"Hmph!!" Nan Qingliu stomped her feet angrily, turned around and left.

A group of people hurriedly followed her.

Ah, it seems that she is jealous, Nan Qingliu is really narrow-minded.

Even though she thought so, the corners of Fu Ling's lips couldn't help but raise a beautiful arc upwards.

Look at Nan Qingliu like that, no one but her can bear it, really.

The palace man's face turned even redder, and when Miss Fu smiled happily, she was so pretty...

The emperor liked this daughter very much. Seeing her coming from a distance, he said with a smile, "It's counted. Everyone is waiting for you."

Nan Qingliu approached, looked at the emperor with grievances, and wanted to win sympathy by being coquettish: "Father, can you not compete?" She didn't want to see Fu Ling, a villain today!

The emperor gently patted his daughter's head, and said seriously: "No."

Nan Qingliu: "..."

Nan Qingliu asked awkwardly: "Why? Isn't it a martial arts competition? Why do you want to involve me?"

The emperor thought for a moment, then smiled: "Father and the ministers just want to see the results of the martial arts that the princess has studied hard for many years."

"How can I be dressed like this!" In order to enhance the effect, Nan Qingliu also deliberately pretended to be tripped by stepping on the corner of her skirt.

The uncle smiled and said, "Princess, don't worry, Your Majesty has already prepared clothes for the princess and Miss Fu."

Nan Qing said airily, "Uncle, why did you come to meddle in it!"

Nan Qingliu said again: "Even if I want to compete, I can't compete with Fu Ling."

"Why?"

Nan Qingliu became angry when she remembered Fu Ling's indifference to her just now: "Hmph, she doesn't want to compare with me."

"A Ling, is that really the case?" The emperor suddenly looked behind Nan Qingliu with a smile.

Fu Ling knelt down to pay her respects, and shook her head: "My daughter is not unhappy."

Nan Qingliu was patted on the head again, the emperor smiled and said, "Hurry up and change clothes with Ah Ling."

After changing their clothes, Nan Qingliu and Fu Ling sat on the viewing platform to watch the champion contest.

There are 13 young warriors shortlisted this year, six of them have passed the written test, and now only seven have been shortlisted for the final palace test.

Among these seven people, there was Wei Ziming.

When she saw Wei Ziming who was winking and winking at them in the audience, Nan Qingliu said with a dull face, "It must be a shady scene."

Fu Ling lowered her head and took a sip of the tea, then said calmly, "He has good aptitude."

"Forget it, I don't know Wei Ziming's qualifications?" At least she and he are cousins ​​who grew up together, "He can't even beat me."

Fu Ling looked at her complicatedly: "Your habit of not following the routine, no one can beat you."

"It's called winning without a move." Nan Qingliu said proudly.

Fu Ling said: "You are right."

Wei Ziming stepped onto the stage, saluted from both sides, and each took their weapons.When the judge issued an order, Wei Ziming's figure flashed, and the swords intersected with each other, making a powerful and forceful sound.

Nan Qingliu: "He is very agile."

Fu Ling shook her head: "If you are too impatient, it will be easy to leak flaws."

Nan Qingliu clicked her tongue: "You are used to contradicting me."

Fu Ling glanced at her: "Just tell the truth."

Nan Qingliu didn't believe that evil: "I don't believe that you are right every time, or you and I will make a bet and win the request, okay?"

"I won and asked you to stop pestering me, and you will do the same?"

Nan Qing had a runny nose and pretended not to care: "Do it! I won't pester you after you win."

Fu Ling took a deep look at her when she heard the words, then slowly shook her head: "No gambling."

"why!"

Fu Ling looked away, and her voice was a little lazy: "I am not at the same level as your martial arts cultivation level, and victory is not martial arts."

Nan Qingliu laughed angrily: "What do you mean, I'm doomed to lose? Okay, it's fine if you don't want to bet on this, but Fu Ling, don't be complacent, I will beat you in the martial arts arena later, beg for mercy!"

As soon as the words fell, Wei Ziming was kicked off the competition platform, and fell mournfully under the stand where Nan Qingliu was sitting.

Fu Ling gave Nan Qingliu a light but deep look.

Nan Qingliu: "..."

Nan Qingliu gritted her teeth: "Wei Ziming, you trash."

The Wu Zhuangyuan competition went on for another two hours, and finally the winner was decided.The champion man's name was Xi Liang, he was tall and tall, his brows were rough, and he didn't look like a native of the Central Plains.The No. 4 candidates were also released immediately, one was the second son of the Minister of War, and the other was a collateral blood relative of the An family.Wei Ziming was complacent for a long time, but he only got No.[-].

The emperor granted the top three official positions on the spot, and rewarded all the candidates in the competition.

Wei Ziming had no face or skin, even if he had no official position, he was happy, and when he left the stage, he compared Fu Ling and Nan Qingliu.

"Crazy." Nan Qing said.

Fu Ling nodded in agreement.

The emperor ordered Nan Qingliu and Fu Ling to compete in the arena, perhaps it was rare to see a girl's family compete in martial arts, and everyone inside and outside the paddock was very excited.

Nan Qingliu bent down to fasten her leggings, moved her hands and feet, and pointed at Fu Ling to fight: "I will definitely win!"

Fu Ling took the sword and wiped it, then replied calmly: "I will definitely not let you."

"It's up to you!" Nan Qingliu drew out his sword and jumped onto the stage.

She has a light body, lightness skills and ingenious practice, so there is a wonderful feeling when she takes off and lands, and the people outside the paddock are amazed countless times.

This greatly satisfied Nan Qingliu's vanity, and looked at Fu Ling anxiously.

Fu Ling ignored her, stepped up to the arena step by step, and put the scabbard firmly on the shelf.

The emperor was afraid that she would be hurt, so he sent someone to pass on a message: "The contest between His Highness and Missy only needs to be finished."

Nan Qingliu said: "Then how can I do it, I have to see blood to draw my sword out of its sheath."

Fu Ling pushed her head: "Why do you have such a quack air, stop reading novels."

"You can push my politician's head?" It's fine for the emperor to push her, but Fu Ling has also learned this bad habit.

The competition begins.Learning from Wei Ziming's lesson, Nan Qingliu didn't attack first, but watched Fu Ling intently, carefully watching her every breath rise and fall.

Fu Ling looked back at Nan Qingliu, feeling amused in her heart, this person was obviously very scared, but still pretended to be murderous, if she hadn't been too familiar with her temperament, she might have really been deceived by her.

The two looked at each other for a while, but neither of them made the first move.

Wei Ziming crackled the melon seeds, moved close to An Yunluo and shook his head, "The two of you are stupefied."

An Yunluo didn't want to come at first, but only heard that the princess would also have a competition today, so she hurried over from home, not breathing well yet.

An Yunluo smiled gently and said, "Who does Zi Ming think will win."

Wei Ziming said: "You don't need to think about it to know that it's Fu Ling. I know her cultivation, I'm afraid it's hard for the entire Southern Dynasty to have an opponent, let alone that half-assed A Liu."

An Yunluo smiled and said, "You didn't even hit a half-baked A Liu last time."

Wei Ziming was also not angry, and said calmly: "She will also bully me."

"By the way, your birthday is a few days away, did A Liu and A Ling give you a gift?"

An Yunluo nodded: "Send it."

"What did you send? Let me refer to it."

"A Ling sent the rubbings of the inscription written by Wang Yizhi, which was left by the previous dynasty. A Liu..." Thinking of Nan Qingliu, An Yunluo smiled helplessly, "Give me a cherry tree, saying that the cherry blossoms will bloom in the coming year All mine."

"It's thanks to her thinking about it." Wei Ziming also laughed, and remembered something again: "Huh? I remember that you seem to be allergic to pollen. Why, are you okay now?"

"It's fine anywhere, but that's A Liu's wish. Even if I have allergies, I can't take her face off. Zi Ming is not allowed to tell her about my allergies."

Wei Ziming nodded: "If you don't want to talk, I naturally don't talk too much."

Just as they were talking, there was a clang sound from the stage, they followed the prestige and looked over, only to see the swords of the two on the stage intersect, creating a line of dazzling flames.

Fu Ling took her sword back, and was slightly annoyed: "Nan Qingliu, you are an imposing princess who actually engaged in a sneak attack, what is this?"

Nan Qingliu turned around and struck again with a sword: "This is called soldiers never tire of deceit."

Fu Ling barely avoided it, turned around and moved down to sweep away her legs.

Nan Qingliu took advantage of the momentum and jumped behind Fu Ling, attacking places she couldn't see.At the beginning, Fu Ling couldn't cope with it, but after she calmed down, she understood Nan Qingliu's routine. When Nan Qingliu was about to make the next move, she flew up and kicked Nan Qingliu's palm.

As soon as Nan Qingliu couldn't hold the sword firmly, she couldn't help but let go. The sword flew out with a whoosh, and was deeply nailed to a wooden stake not far away.The people watching the bustle around couldn't help but gasp.

Nan Qingliu immediately faced each other with fists and feet, attacking her chest upwards and attacking her crotch downwards. Fu Ling retreated repeatedly, and was afraid that the sword would hurt her, so she had to hide the sword with her backhand and retreat in embarrassment.

In the end, he turned around and pinched Nan Qingliu's fist, tied her in his arms, and said angrily, "Nan Qingliu, where did you learn these obscene moves?"

Nan Qingliu struggled: "Let me go!"

"You lost." Fu Ling said.

"I didn't lose, you let me go, we fought again."

Fuling snorted coldly: "If you hit me again, you won't win."

"I can win!" Nan Qingliu mustered all his strength and fought hard.Fu Ling's wrist felt numb, and she really ran away.

Looking at her again, she saw that her eyes were slightly red, and the sadness in her eyes could no longer be concealed.

Fu Ling was taken aback, feeling a little strange in her heart, and said softly: "You want to win that much?"

Nan Qingliu wiped her eye sockets, then chased and hit her again, her voice trembling: "I'm going to bet on this, if I lose, I won't be able to like you."

Fu Ling dismantled her moves, but did not counterattack, she still asked softly, "Why?"

Nan Qingliu raised her eyes, every time she gritted her teeth and pestered her stubbornly, she was no longer there, but it was a fragility that was about to collapse, her attack was unreasonable, she just slapped her blindly: "You don't know how hard unrequited love is, I've had enough gone."

I've had enough.

Hearing these words, Fu Ling's heart trembled. If she hadn't blocked Nan Qingliu's punch and barely supported her body, she might have squatted down with weak legs.

There seemed to be a tiny gap in the bottom of her heart, and the infinite soreness caused by these words slowly spread from this gap, bit by bit, without reservation, filling her whole body.

It seemed that something important was being pulled away from her body. This thing was very slippery, and she couldn't grasp it clearly, but every time it was pulled away, it brought incomparably real pain.

The body froze, but it gave Nan Qingliu a gap to attack, and she was pressed against the wooden board and couldn't move.

She didn't move anymore, but kept looking deeply at the person who was conscientiously suppressing her, and finally said helplessly: "Press me lightly, I won't move anymore."

The voice was too soft and low, Nan Qingliu didn't listen carefully, but when she wanted to listen carefully, the judge rang the gongs and drums.

"Princess wins—"

Emperor Joy took the lead and clapped his hands. For a moment, Nanqingliu's popularity overwhelmed the champion martial artist just now.

"Huh? I won? I won?"

Nan Qingliu couldn't believe it, and almost jumped up excitedly: "Great, I won! Fu Ling, I beat you! I beat you!!"

"Well, you beat me." Fu Ling said softly.

Looking at the child-like appearance of the person beside him, Fu Ling wanted to laugh and sigh at the same time.

Really.

In her whole life, she probably confessed to it.

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