Chapter 161: Tiger Fight (1)

The martial arts training room of the Beihai Royal Mansion is located in the outer courtyard, only separated by a wall from the academy.

Far away, I heard a rough young man laughing: "Today we are really going to open my eyes." Captain Murong is the number one master of the Praetorian Guard, and Cousin Jing's skills are the number one in the clan. Today, the two tigers are fighting, and it makes people's blood boil when they think about it. ”

The other man's voice was much softer and more casual: "We're just idle, let's see the excitement." Cousin Jing, Captain Murong, doesn't have to be distracted by us. ”

Zhao Xiyan's brows moved slightly, stopped, and glanced at Xu San.

Xu San lowered his voice and said, "It's the prince of Xihe and the prince of Yingchuan." ”

The prince of Pengcheng, the prince of Pyeongchang, and the prince of Hanyang, were cowardly and did not dare to leave the palace. Xu Jing and the prince of Xihe, the prince of Yingchuan, were very bold, and they went out of the palace gate every half a month. Today, I also took the initiative to come to Beihai Mansion to join in the fun.

Xu San lowered his voice, but he couldn't hide it from the master with keen ears.

"Who's out there?" Xu Jing asked in a deep voice.

Zhao Xiyan didn't say a word and continued to walk inside.

Xu San had to clear his throat and responded, "Shizi, it's Miss Zhao who is here." ”

As soon as the words fell, the two figures moved almost simultaneously and rushed out.

Xu Jing took a step closer to the door and came out faster.

The young man who was a little slower, after leaving the martial arts training room, stopped, and his forbearant and fiery gaze fell firmly on the girl who was slowly coming.

At this time, it has entered the wax moon, the weather is cold, and the cold wind is blowing.

The girl wore a light purple silk jacket, her fair and slender neck was surrounded by pure white fur, and embroidered shoes loomed under the azure skirt. A corner of a red cloak embroidered with a twig-wrapped lotus flower was blown up by the cold wind. Those clear black eyes are like two clear springs.

Even if you are unhappy and in a bad mood, you are still not in a hurry, and your demeanor is elegant.

Murong Shen seemed to have a fire burning in his heart, and only he knew the burning thoughts and torments.

I was going to have my heart set on Mingyue, but Mingyue only had a little bamboo horse fiancΓ© in her eyes.

Xu Jing rushed to Zhao Xiyan and smiled slightly flatteringly: "Sister Yue'er, why did you come suddenly?" Didn't I ask Xu Erwu to send you a message so that you don't come over today? ”

Zhao Xiyan glanced at Xu Jing and sighed faintly: "You said before that you would never lie to me." ”

Xu Jing smiled shyly: "It's just this once, not for example." Sister Crescent Moon is beautiful and kind-hearted, and she definitely won't bother with me, right? ”

Zhao Xiyan glanced at him with disgust, he had to save some face in front of outsiders, so he didn't say anything.

Murong Shen looked at this scene, and he was about to go crazy with jealousy.

In his previous life, when Zhao Xiyan was by his side, he was always cold with a little sorrow, and rarely smiled. Not to mention being as light and resentful as the one in front of you.

It's not that she doesn't know how to be coquettish and angry, just because the person in her heart is not him.

……

Oh, my God!

It turns out that the rumored Miss Zhao Liu is such a beauty!

The prince of Xihe and the prince of Yingchuan, who came out a few steps late to join in the fun, swallowed their saliva almost at the same time.

No wonder Murong Shen wants to snatch love with a knife!

Even they who are used to seeing beauties were shocked by Zhao Xiyan's complexion. This kind of beauty is not overbearing or intense, but it is like an all-pervasive wind blowing in your face, which makes people irresistible.

The prince of Xihe couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "It's me, whoever dares to mess around, I will cut him with a knife." ”

The prince of Yingchuan nodded in agreement.

Xu Jing's ears were very sharp, but he pretended not to hear at this time, turned his head and smiled: "Two cousins, this is my fiancΓ©e." ”

Zhao Xiyan saluted: "I've seen two princes." ”

The prince of Xihe, who has always had the worst temper above the top, was particularly polite today: "Miss Zhao Liu, please get up quickly." ”

The prince of Yingchuan also changed his usual habit of yin and yang, and took over with a smile: "The marriage date between you and Cousin Jing has been set, and it is our future brother-in-law, so you don't have to be so foreign." ”

Zhao Xiyan got up and smiled slightly: "When I enter the Xu family, I will hold tea for the two brothers." ”

The prince of Xihe rushed to answer: "That's certain." Our brothers have a deep affection, and we will have to move around from time to time in the future. ”

The prince of Yingchuan said with a smile: "On the day when Cousin Jing got married, we had to recommend ourselves and be the ambassadors together. ”

The prince of Xihe smiled and nodded in agreement.

Xu Jing regretted it in his heart!

I knew that I really shouldn't have asked Murong Shen to come to the palace. The palace is well-informed, and it can't hide it from anyone at all. These two cousins deliberately came to join in the fun, and they ended up bumping into Zhao Xiyan. Look at those two smiling faces.

Murong Shen didn't say anything, but those eyes never left Zhao Xiyan at all.

What annoyed Xu Jing even more was still to come.

While greetings, a personal soldier hurriedly ran over and reported in a low voice: "Qi Qi Shizi, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has come to the palace." ”

What?

Everyone was shocked.

Murong Shen's brows jumped. This short-lived prince only "fainted" once a few days ago, and he didn't stay in the palace well, so what did he do when he came to Beihai Palace?

If you see Zhao Xiyan, it will be bad if you have thoughts that you shouldn't have. Not to mention that Zhao Xiyan is not married yet, even if he marries into the Beihai Palace, he can't resist the great imperial power.

Xu Jing was calm. After being with the prince day and night for several months, he knew the prince's mind very well. The prince was afraid that he would not be able to beat Murong Shen, so he specially came to support him. Perhaps, I will take a trip to Su's house and meet my sweetheart Su Jin's cousin.

Xu Jing smiled at Zhao Xiyan and said, "The prince's cousin is here, you and I will go to greet each other." ”

Zhao Xiyan nodded with a smile.

Although no one noticed it, Murong Shen still had a little bit of shame and anger for being a villain. Forced himself to press down, and went with everyone to welcome the prince.

In his previous life and this life, Zhao Xiyan saw the prince for the first time.

A sixteen-year-old boy with a delicate face, a bleak complexion peculiar to perennial sickness and weakness, a gentle temperament, and a very casual speech: "Get up." ”

This sick young man glanced at the beautiful and peerless future princess of the Beihai King, was a little surprised, and said to Xu Jing with a smile: "No wonder you never bring your future brother-in-law into the palace. Such a beautiful girl, if I were replaced, I would have to hide it, so that others would not see it and covet it. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Murong Shen intentionally or unintentionally.

Murong Shen had never put this short-lived prince in his eyes, and at this time, he had to avoid his edge, and quickly lowered his head.

This move alone made Zhao Xiyan have a good impression of the prince.

No wonder when Xu Jing mentions the prince, it is always not a taste. Knowing that the young man in front of him was short and died young, but he couldn't do anything about it, this feeling was really uncomfortable.

Xu Jing grinned, and reached out to hold the prince's arm familiarly: "It is difficult for my cousin to go out of the palace and practice martial arts first." ”

The prince smiled happily: "You and Captain Murong are learning martial arts, and I will take a look." ”

Murong Shen: "......"