Nan Zhi's eyes turned to the third prince, looked at him for a moment, and then smiled politely at him, thinking in his heart that he had really learned the little princess's face-changing skills. I just don't know if he'll regret making this suggestion later.

This was the barracks, everything was ready-made, and soon two horses were brought in on the field, and the guards were ready with bows and arrows.

Namzhi calmly walked onto the field, carefully examined the two bows, made sure that there was nothing wrong, and stepped forward to touch the two horses, both of which looked docile and looked like trained BMWs.

Nam Chi turned his head and saw the little princess reluctantly walking down and standing in front of him. It seems that I don't really want to compare with myself, but it really coincides with my own thoughts.

Nanzhi approached her and whispered to her, and the little princess suddenly cheered herself up, and looked at Nanzhi with bright eyes but some restraint.

Sanar watched the situation on the field intently, and saw that the atmosphere between the two of them was quite harmonious, and he was not so worried.

"Brother Huang, since the two of them are competing, I can't be idle!" Sanar stood up and automatically asked, "Why don't I throw this sandbag!" ”

"Yes, whatever you want." The Desert King seemed to want to start quickly, and his voice became eager.

Sanar walked over to the basket of sandbags on the sidelines, checked them one by one to make sure there was nothing wrong, and then nodded to the referee.

As soon as the referee blew the whistle, Nanzhi and the little princess took their bows and arrows, turned over and got on their horses, and their movements were almost the same, flowing smoothly and very chic.

The two of them rode their horses for two laps on the field, familiarized themselves with their horses and the field, and then warmed up.

The little princess wears two braids, with embellishments on her forehead, wearing bright red more casual clothes, and a scarf around her neck, which is very suitable for horseback riding performances.

Nanzhi's clothes are dark red standard riding and archery clothes, which are relatively slim, and the lining Nanzhi is light and tall, with a high ponytail swaying in the wind, what a young man!

The crowd began to cheer again, forgetting the previous episode, and the audience shouted a name, "Nomin!" Nomin! Nomin! ”

The little princess rode her horse and waved her hand, greeted the people in the audience, and then turned to Nanzhi.

Nanzhi rode a horse to catch up with the little princess, looked at her slightly red cheeks as she ran, and said jokingly: "So your name is Nuo Min!" ”

Nomin looked up haughtily, "Yes, my name is Nomin!" Your name is Anan, right? ”

Nanzhi didn't expect that the little princess still remembered her name, but she was a little surprised.

"My brother often calls you Anan, I remember!" Nomin was a little surprised to see Namji, and his face became happy.

Sanar saw that the two were chatting on the field, and it seemed that they were chatting well, so he signaled to the referee.

The referee nodded and blew the second whistle.

"Please note that your horses are not allowed to run out of this range, and that they will continue to race around the field until the sandbags are finished, and I will signal you to stop."

Namzhi and Nomin nodded at the same time, and the guards pulled their horses back to the starting line.

Namzhi sat on the horse, half a head taller than Nomin. "Come on, Nomin! I'm not going to show mercy! ”

"Humph!" Nomin grimaced at her, "It's better that this is the case, so that Princess Ben doesn't need you!" ”

Nam Zhi smiled at her, then looked at Sanar across the street with a meaningful smile. Sanar received her smile and nodded slightly.

Namzhi led the horse rope and bowed down, looking ahead, ready to go at any time.

"Ready, go!"

With a command, the two of them galloped out on their horses, and the horses' hooves were messy, leaving only dust in the sky.

The two men were about the same speed, and they didn't open up the gap after two laps.

By halfway to the third lap, Sanar threw out his first punching bag.

Namzhi slowed down, sat up, drew his arrow, drew his bow, kept aiming at the target, and then shot without hesitation, steadied his center of gravity, and accelerated across the track. The action is done in one go, and it can't help but be amazing.

Although the arrow shot by Nomin also hit the target, it was still one step behind Nagji.

"Wow!" Some people in the audience applauded in amazement, and the arrow ignited their enthusiasm, "Nomin! Nomin! ”

Nomin was only a little behind Namji, and soon caught up with her again, and then they were tied again, and the two kept running side by side.

On the other side of the track, Sanar threw out a second sandbag, which happened to be thrown in the direction of the third prince's position.

Nanzhi set up his bow and arrows and pulled out the bow, and just as the sandbag flew close to the third prince, he let go. This arrow carried a lot of force, shot straight through the sandbag, and then continued to fly towards the face door of the third prince.

The third prince only dodged the arrow with his head sideways, and the arrow continued to fly and stuck into the pillar.

All the arrows in the game were specially treated, and the arrows were replaced with wooden ones, which were not very lethal, but they could still be turned into killing weapons in Namggyi's hands.

Nanzhi ran half a lap again, looked at the cold-faced person in the opposite position, waved the bow and arrow in his hand at him, and smiled proudly. It's not over yet, Third Prince, we have to have a good time, who asked you to provoke me first.

Nomin didn't dare to laugh too obviously, so he could only smile secretly in the position where he turned his back, and then ran hard with a face on his face.

It's as if they've made an appointment, and whoever falls behind waits for each other, so they've never distanced themselves.

Sanar looked at the third brother's cold and couldn't say anything, and his heart was really enjoyable, and then he continued to throw the sandbag as if he was fine, and it was still in his direction without accident.

Nanzhi added another strength, and the distance of the sandbag was closer to him, and the arrow that flew out pierced the sandbag, and the third prince still dodged, but the sand in the sandbag was all scattered in the wine glass in front of his table.

The third prince laughed angrily, waved his hand to beckon someone to clean up the sand, and he stared at Nanzhi's figure, like a wolf staring at his prey.

Namzhi rode his horse, took out three arrows from the quiver at once, and raised an eyebrow at Sanar. Sanar smiled helplessly and continued to cooperate with her.

Sanar threw out three sandbags in the direction of the three princes. Nanzhi opened his bow and pulled arrows, this time he was even more stuck in time, and the three arrows pierced the sandbag in unison and flew towards the three princes.

The third prince was first blinded by the sand, dodged two arrows, and when he turned around, he saw the third arrow shooting towards his shoulder. Just as he was dodging in time, a fourth arrow appeared, knocking down the previous one.

The Third Prince looked up at Nam Zhi, who had just withdrawn his bow and gave him a defiant smile. The eyes of the third prince flickered, as if they were about to explode.

Nanzhi smiled indifferently, how could he hurt him, of course, he had to grasp the proportion, not only to be angry with him, but also to make him unable to do anything to himself.

Nanzhi's hand made everyone in the audience stunned, they thought that Nanzhi was going to injure the third prince by mistake, but they didn't expect her to have a back move, she was so handsome!

One person reacted and applauded her with admiration on his face, and then countless applause rang out one after another. If I didn't know her name, I would have shouted it a long time ago.

They had long seen that this was aimed at the three princes, whether it was the little prince Sanar who was angry with her, or her own revenge, but the fight between them did not affect their viewing experience.

Nam Zhi suddenly felt a little wrong as he ran, his horse seemed to have a problem, I don't know what's wrong, it seems to be a little crazy.

Namzhia's suspicion was soon confirmed, and her horse suddenly went berserk and went on a rampage, as if it were about to rush into the crowd.

Namzhi reacted quickly, holding the reins and pulling it towards the center of the field to avoid colliding with Nomin's horse.

The horses swayed wildly as they ran, trying to throw Namzhi off. The hooves were raised high, and if Nam Zhi hadn't grasped it firmly, he would have thrown her off a long time ago.

Seeing that the horse was going berserk, Sanar dropped his sandbag and ran over. A big man also jumped out of the crowd and wanted to go up to help.

The horse's strength was too great, and Nanzhi's hand was about to lose his strength, and he kept raising the horse's hooves, and Nanzhi was almost about to fall. It's okay to fall at this height, but you'll be trampled to death by the horse's hooves.

"Anan! Jump off! I'll catch you! I'm on your left! ”

Namzhi heard a voice shouting eagerly, and looked in that direction, Sanar stood not far away, looking at him with his hands outstretched and his face full of anxiety.

Nanzhi frowned, what if he jumped off and no one restrained the horse and rushed into the crowd?

"Anan! Jump with confidence! I'll be sure to catch you! Sanar looked at Namzhi hesitantly, thinking that he didn't believe himself.

Seeing that someone was coming over there, who should have come to help restrain the crazy horse, Nanzhi immediately breathed a sigh of relief, turned his eyes to Sanar, and rushed towards him without hesitation.

Sanar stretched out his hand, took the man in his arms, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

Sanar felt his heart jump out as he watched her fly towards him, and now it was still ringing, feeling the body temperature of the person in his arms slowly become clear in his arms, and his hands tightened.

Sanar felt that his heartbeat was a little too obvious, he wanted to calm down but couldn't calm down, his mind was full of her flying over, the red hairband of the high ponytail flew up, there was no panic on his face, his eyes were calm, and he opened his arms to himself and fell lightly in his arms.

Sanar spun around with the person in his arms and placed her firmly on the ground, but he didn't want to let go of his hand, and wanted to hold her for a while.

But the people in the distance were running towards this side, and Nuo Min ran in the front, also with an anxious face.

Nanzhi breathed a sigh of relief when he landed, let go of the hand holding Sanar, and when he saw that Sanar was still holding him, he reached out and pushed him.

Sanar let go of her and looked down into Namji's eyes, the worry and confusion in her eyes not subsided.

Nanzhi secretly frowned when he heard a large number of people approaching behind him, and suddenly raised his head and smiled at Sanar, "Hold me tight!" As soon as he finished speaking, he fainted in his arms.

Sanar couldn't help but smile when she saw her pretending to be dizzy, it seemed that she was still afraid, she was really a good person, she did all the bad things she did, and she pretended to be dizzy at the critical moment.

Xana put her hand on her shoulder, and the princess picked her up, pretending to be anxious and took the person away.