The killer concubine of the sick prince

This idiot said it was Dong Anyi.

"Brother Prince, come on!"

Speaking of which, Dong Anyi also brought a group of little sisters up to serve tea and water, looking very attentive.The prince seemed not very enthusiastic, but just nodded his head and thanked him.

Jiang Jiuyi recalled the loneliness in her eyes when she saw the princess that day, looking at Zhao Ruijing's current appearance did not seem to be completely ruthless towards her, but more like being forced to make such a choice.

It's just - Jiang Jiuyi couldn't figure out why Zhao Fuqing liked Dong Anyi so much.From his past practices, it can be seen that he must hate the matter of foreign relatives intervening in politics, but now that Dong Anyi is backed by the Tian family behind the old lady and the restless Dong family, how can he be sure that she will not do anything in the future? Interfering in government affairs.

Soon, the intermission ended and the second half began.

As soon as the drums sounded, the Darong Cavalry team took the lead in launching a fierce attack, as if they were going to win the victory in one go, but in this half, they were really strong, and they took the lead in scoring a goal in just a few breaths in the first half of the game.

For a while, there was silence in the arena, and there was no sound.

No one could have imagined that the Darong cavalry, which had been aggressive just now, would be reversed in an instant.

The one who scored the goal this time was Mo Zhe, who rode his horse and turned around slowly, with carelessness and contempt in his eyes, as if he was mocking the proud sons of Darong.

Zhao Ruijing gritted her teeth and clenched the club in her hand, "Fight again!"

"Pay attention to returning to defense. Wang Qi cooperates with me to rush into the defense line."

Jiang Jiuyi stared intently at the situation on the court, and couldn't help but slap Zhao Ruixi at the moment Keduzhen scored.

He was born with supernatural power, the strength of this palm is not small.

Even Zhao Ruixi hissed in pain, looking at him with a pair of beautiful and affectionate peach blossom eyes, with a little bit of grievance, "What are you doing?"

This look directly made Jiang Jiuyi feel numb, as if being hit by an electric current and crawling up his tailbone. His hand fell on Zhao Ruixi's shoulder, and he said insincerely, "I'll rub it for you."

The movement was neither light nor heavy, and it landed on the shoulder like scratching an itch. Zhao Ruixi squinted at Jiang Jiuyi's paw that was rubbing his shoulder and slowly slid down, and it was about to land on his chest.

Pinching Jiang Jiuyi's cuff with his fingers, he pretended to be disgusted and said, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Jiuyi laughed twice, and pulled her hand back embarrassingly, but Zhao Ruixi didn't let go anymore, instead of pinching her hand, she held his hand firmly in her palm, leaned close to him and said, "Don't always look at those Smelly man, look at your prince more."

Jiang Jiuyi, "..."

This man is really shameless.

Jiang Jiuning and Zhao Ruiyi, who were trying to be invisible, suddenly felt that life was difficult. It was fine if they were not married, but the two still didn't understand the situation. Isn't this stimulating them? What are they doing?

The game started again. This time, the atmosphere on the field became tense and anxious. The Prince and the others became obviously impatient. The difference of only one goal was really not optimistic. The fierce offensive made them almost unable to resist, and it was too late. Back to defense everything is over.

Just a polo match, almost murderous.

Chase, intercept, collide.

In the field, you come and go, and you don't give in to each other, and some people have even started to get hurt. Wang Hengqi, who is the most flexible on the field, became a bait, but it was true that two warriors chased him hard, and even started to stare at him. Human tactics sealed his route tightly.

Dong Yiheng was also really angry with Kedu. His former fiancée died in Qiuziguan and died in the hands of Kedu. The stick in his hand suddenly became fierce, not only attacking the ball but even attacking people on horseback.Taking advantage of his tall stature and even knocking people into the air, he didn't even care that he was the minister who entertained the mission.

In this kind of high-speed polo game, once it is knocked out, it is life-threatening.

Mo Zhe picked up the warrior who was almost trampled by the horse's hoof, and stared at Dong Yiheng like a falcon, "You are angry, why?"

Dong Yiheng's face was livid, he naturally knew that his actions just now were not upright, but when he thought about it, it was true, it was true that he had a blood feud with Darong, and now he was blatantly coming to the door to publicize it, so he couldn't suppress his anger.

He didn't say a word. It's obvious that you can't and can't say that your fiancée died at your hands.

"Are you hating ten years ago?" Mo Zhe walked around Dong Yiheng on a horse, with teasing and provocative eyes.

He grinned suddenly, his wheat-colored skin gleaming in the sun, "But you lost."

After finishing speaking, they flattered and left, and the competition started again.

Now the score has been pulled to three to two, but Duzhen's attack momentum is very fierce. Their horses seemed not afraid of collisions and fights, and they went straight up and smashed Dayong's horse with bruises all over.

But Kedu really wants to score the second goal of this match. Zhao Ruijing organized and built an extremely tight defensive line, shortening the length of the defensive line and widening the depth. Even if Kedu really has a strong offensive momentum, there is no way He broke free quickly, and in such an outflanking, he seemed to have lost his way while rushing left and right.

Just when Wang Hengqi was about to take the opportunity to grab the ball, Mo Zhe, who had been on the outside of the offensive line, suddenly squeezed in and saved the ball, and scored the ball into the goal in a blink of an eye.

The game is tied.

Silence spread, and the field was solemn.

Even if Dayong is hospitable and hospitable, everyone can really treat them politely, but when it comes to competition, no one wants to be defeated by a foreign country.But how could a tribe from the grassland and desert beat them so grandly?

At that moment, the young people in the field remembered what their parents had mentioned, the battle that took place at Qiuziguan ten years ago, the battle that cost the complete destruction of the God's Landing Army and hundreds of thousands of elite troops.

This period of history was indescribable during the Mengqing Dynasty. In the impression of these young people, only the flames soared to the sky in the Western Capital and the blood flowing into the Meridian Gate ten years ago, as well as the Su family and Yun family that disappeared in the history of Dayong.

Zhao Ruixi could naturally see the changes in the expressions of the people present. He played with Jiang Jiuyi's fingers and sneered in his heart.

Has Zhao Fuqing thought about today's situation?To lure wolves into the house and raise tigers to cause trouble, but Duzhen has never been a quiet and obedient courtier. This is a wild wolf with long fangs. If you don't pay attention, you will be bitten and bruised all over your body.

Zhao Fuqing's face suddenly darkened, but because of so many people, he could only secretly hate Zhao Ruijing for not being up to date.

Zhao Ruijing, who was out of breath, turned his head back during the interval, looking at his most respected and beloved father, but unfortunately he only saw a piece of ice.

He turned his head and clenched the club in his hand as if he was holding on to his last hope.

Enter the battlefield again.