Chapter 5: Placing Bets

Shen Feiluan's gaze fell on the ranks of the six princes, and the person at the end who was wearing a black polo uniform, with a simple face and a deliberate restraint of breath, was none other than Pei Or, the widow of the famous former crown prince of the former dynasty.

His face was coated with tung oil and dye, and his snow-white and sickly skin was disguised as bronzed, and his vigorous and upright figure was slightly rickety, and his drooping eyes concealed thousands of colors, and he was inconspicuous in the crowd.

Feeling Shen Feiluan's eyes, he raised his head and quickly swept towards the stands, focusing on the beautiful girl's body.

But I saw that the girl looked away without a trace, and a faint smile was hooked on the corner of her lips, quiet and beautiful.

I especially remember that when I was eight years old, the Guogong Mansion was invited to a palace banquet, and Shen Feiluan also went.

At that time, it was still the dynasty of the Pei family in the previous dynasty, she watched from a distance, Pei or followed behind the prince of Zhilan Yushu, it was difficult to hide the nobility, just like the world-famous sword in Kaifeng, the edge was exposed, and it was unparalleled in the world.

At the age of ten, he is already an immortal.

She, like everyone else, has long forgotten that she was imprisoned in the deep palace to show the current emperor's generosity and benevolence.

But such a quiet person later defected from the palace, gathered 100,000 soldiers and horses, united with the old ministers of the previous dynasty, launched a coup d'Γ©tat, and attacked outside the imperial city, which made Murong Zhai heartbroken.

She had seen him on the city wall sitting firmly on horseback, spear in hand, armor, cold eyes, and a majestic appearance.

That's really a cold-faced Yama that makes people weak.

"Luan'er?" Yang Xinyun pushed her: "What are you thinking?" Is it so hard to choose? ”

Shen Feiluan came back to his senses, shook his head, and landed in one place: "I bet on the six princes to win." ”

"Huh?"

"Wow! No way? ”

The sound of gasping, the sound of disbelief and the noise of making a mess, drifted into the field.

Murong Zhai only knew that there was a brief turmoil in the stands, but he couldn't see the specific things clearly.

The six princes in front of him were staring at each other, and their cold eyes were like poisonous snakes entwined around: "Eighth child, don't think that if you deceive that Shen Feiluan is dead set on you, everything will be good, but the father and emperor are more interested in the third child, don't go to the end, the bamboo basket will be empty." ”

Murong Zhai narrowed his eyes and said in a flat tone: "Instead of sowing discord here, the Sixth Emperor Brother should take care of himself!" However, there is a dog in front of the second emperor brother, and he is not even qualified to compete. ”

The sixth prince was extremely angry in his heart, but when he thought of the hole card in his team this time, he showed a relaxed smile again: "I hope you can still be so arrogant after you lose." ”

Murong Zhai had a bad premonition in his heart, but the gong at the beginning of the game had already sounded, and the six princes didn't give him a chance to think at all, like the arrow of Lixuan rushing out, he could only rush to grab the first shot.

The audience was in full swing, the battle was fierce, but the atmosphere on the stage was a little wrong.

Shen Feiluan bets on the Eight Princes to win every year, and the Eight Princes do live up to expectations.

What's going on this year?

Could it be that there is something wrong with the relationship between the Eighth Prince and Shen Feiluan?

If this is the case, wouldn't the princes supported by each family have another chance?

They are all proud sons of heaven cultivated by famous families, and everyone is burdened with the mission of the rise and fall of the family, and no one is really a fool.

The polo match had just begun, but there were continuous servants in the country's prison, and the servants of various families ran back to the mansion to report the news.

"Shen Feiluan, what tricks are you playing?"

Of course, it is not excluded that there are still a few who are not smart.

For example, the charming girl who was pinching her waist now and glared at her angrily: "The Eighth Prince will definitely win, you should switch to the Eighth Prince now, otherwise I will definitely tell him in a while that you choose the Sixth Prince and not him." ”

Fang Rumeng, in his previous life, he was brainlessly infatuated with the Eighth Prince, and finally became a noble person in Murong Zhai's harem.

After the defeat of the Shen family, she was also the first palace concubine to humiliate Shen Feiluan.

Shen Feiluan moved a few steps to the left and walked to Fang Rumeng, looking dignified and ladylike: "Miss Fang, the reason why the game is interesting is because the outcome is unpredictable, people are keen on gambling, and it is also because of the excitement brought by the uncertainty of winning or losing. I don't think the Eighth Prince will mind my bet, so who are you to order me to re-elect? ”

In other words, the daughter of a mere waiter in the Ministry of Labor dared to shout at the young lady of the Guogong Mansion, and she didn't know what to do.

What about the Eighth Prince?

When the eighth prince saw her Shen Feiluan, he also had to be a man with his tail between his legs.

"You ......"

Fang Rumeng couldn't say that Shen Feiluan, who was sharp-toothed, only blushed and pointed at the domineering beautiful girl: "You...... Aren't you already committed to the Eighth Prince for life? You are not abiding by women's morals, you water-based poplar, the eighth prince will ......"

"Smack!"

Before she could finish her words, she received a hard slap in the face.

Shen Feiluan's eyes were cold, and he snapped Rumeng's rude finger pointing at him: "Fang Rumeng, Miss Ben will give you some face, since you don't want it, then I'll take it back." I am an innocent lady of the boudoir, I have never made a private agreement with any man for life, and I have been taught by Mama Zhuang next to the Queen Mother, Feiluan has understood the matter of marriage since she was a child, and she is endured by her parents, and the words of the matchmaker. I can talk to the Eighth Prince, but I was arranged by you in public, and I don't know how to foul talk in private. Today, you dare to talk about the prince, which concubine will the emperor be close to in the future, will you also have to bear your fingers? ”

There was a pain in the heart of the index finger, Fang Rumeng didn't have the heart to listen to what she said, and cried and shouted: "Shen Feiluan, you let go of me!" I'm going to tell my dad, I'm going to tell my dad you're going to hit me. ”

Yang Xinyun smacked her lips: "Idiot, if your father was here, it would not be Luan'er's turn to teach you a lesson today, and your father would have rewarded you with two slaps." ”

A slap in the face, it's still cheap for her.

Daye is in power, and Rong Guogong, who loves his daughter like his life!

Who would dare to bully his daughter?

It's too long!

"Bell!"

The sound of the gong drowned out Fang Rumeng's crying, and the referee announced a half-time break, and the second half would be played after a pillar of incense.

Shen Feiluan shook off Fang Rumeng and wiped his hands in disgust: "Don't let me hear half a sentence from your mouth that slanders me, otherwise next time, I will directly break your fingers." ”

Arrogant enough!

But the concubine of Duke Rong Guo has arrogant capital.

"Ahh Who is that man? How to rush out of a dark horse? ”

In the amazement, the black thin figure shuttled on the polo field like a ghost.

Often, before the person who wins the polo can react, the small round ball has already reached his club.

He didn't stop either, quickly bypassing the interception and hitting the polo into the opponent's goal.

The superb riding skills, the exquisite equestrian skills, no one can match.

After scoring more than a dozen goals in a row, Murong Zhai gave his players a look with a calm face, and after those people received the hint, they immediately looked at Pei He's eyes fiercely.