First Lady of the Crown Prince

  Chapter 652 Sounds (two more)

  Some things can’t be said too much, the point is to stop, commonly known as blank, so as to give the other party room for imagination and continuous divergence.

  Xiao Heng finished the last sentence and left in the carriage, leaving only the look of King Ming Jun staying in place.

   "The Shire." The guard on the side called, "Are you okay?"

  "What can I do with this prince?" Ming prince said coldly.

  As soon as the guard heard this, he understood that he was angry. The guard hesitated for a moment, but still said his own thoughts: "The prince of the county, what Miss Gu said may not be true, and it is impossible to believe it."

  The guards did not dare to covet the first beauty of Canglan Girls' College, so they could look at this issue from an objective perspective.

   County King Ming is not the case. He glanced at the guard coldly: "You mean she is lying to the King of the county?"

  The guard said: "The subordinates just think it's better to be more cautious."

The King of Mingjun coldly snorted: "She is just a weak woman from the next country. She is helpless in Shengdu. Does she dare to slander the Nangong family out of nothing? Besides, she is a girl's family, so she will try to slander someone. The man talks to such an extent that he doesn't even care about the fame?"

  Women's famous festival is bigger than the sky.

Jun Ming squinted his eyes dangerously: "Nangong Lin knew that the Jun King was interested in her, but he dared to pry the Jun King's corner. Very good, really good!"

  The guard opened his mouth and said, "The prince, should you check it out if you are a subordinate?"

The king of Mingjun hummed: "Can Nangonglin let you find out? With the woman that the king of the county covets on his back, how many guts does he have to leave behind? If it hadn't been for Miss Gu to tell me today, I would still I don't know when will I be kept secret?"

  Ming Junwang believes that Xiao Heng’s words have a reason, aside from the two points he said, the beauty and Nangonglin have no grievances and no grudges, how could they frame Nangonglin? This is of no benefit to her.

  In contrast, Nangonglin is more likely to pester her.

  Even the princes of the dignified prince’s mansion are attracted to beauties. Is Nangonglin better than his own strength or vision, and can he not be attracted to beauties?

  This kind of psychology made the Mingjun king finally choose to believe in Xiao Heng.

  The guards have followed the Mingjun king for so long, and naturally understand the Mingjun king's temperament, some things are really smart, but some things are smart.

  He immediately stopped wasting his tongue to persuade: "Then... do you still want to..."

   He said, making a gesture of wiping his neck.

  Mingjun’s eyes lit up, and he said with a disgusting expression: "What do you want? He will repay his own grudges! What's the matter for the county king!"

  The guards handed over: "Yes."

The carriage stopped outside the gate of Canglan Girls' College, and the maid gently opened the curtain for Xiao Heng: "Miss Gu is here."

  Xiao Heng got out of the carriage holding the sleeping little clear space, a hint of playfulness in his eyes, took out the written note and handed it to her: "Tell your son for me, thank you."

  ……

  Gu Jiao and her group left the inner city.

  Gu Jiao looked at Mu Chuan and Mu Qingchen weirdly, and asked, "Why are you both going back to the academy?"

  Mu Chuan shrugged: "I don't know, I followed the fourth brother."

   Mu Qingchen paused, and said, "I move to the college."

   "Oh." Mu Chuan rubbed his sore neck. After reacting, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his fourth brother, "Fourth brother, what did you say? You want to live in the college?"

Mu Qingchen said with a serious face: "It's going to be a game. I waste too much time on the road every day. It's better to use it for training. The people at Wuyue Academy are right. We don't win so easily every game. To a large extent, winning is due to the uneven level of the opponents. Xu Ping's level has been greatly reduced. Whenever there are two royal strikers in a team, our odds of winning will be reduced by half."

"Well, Mu Qingchen is right." Master Wu also rode his horse and walked beside a group of people. He said with unparalleled approval, "There are still many powerful academies. Even if there is no royal striker, they will cooperate with each other. Well, the power should not be underestimated. Next, we have to step up training."

   "Is the next kicking game still in Lingbo Academy?" Gu Jiao asked.

   "Yes, except for the Palace of the National Masters and the Imperial Palace, only the batting court of Lingbo Academy is perfect."

  It can be seen from the layout of the stands alone.

   "How many days are there?" Gu Jiao asked again.

   "Seven days." Wu Fuzi said, "There will be competitions in other colleges in the next two days. If you have time, you can go and watch it, but you must not delay your exercise."

  "Can that delay study?"

  Master Takeshi choked.

  You can’t say that.

  You can do it quietly!

Dean Cen on the carriage pretended to be deaf.

  At sunset, the group arrived at the academy. Master Wu wanted to analyze today's game with everyone. Gu Jiao asked Gu Xiaoshun to take Gu Yan back first.

  The members of the batting team gathered on the grass field.

  The Academy is over, but there are still many students around the grass field. Everyone has heard about the fact that Tianqi Academy will enter the next round of competition, and they are quite surprised.

  Tianqiong Academy has never won any kicking game. It is false to say that the loss is beyond the limit, but it is not true to say that it does not care.

  When Gu Jiao and his party were riding horses and walking slowly into the grass field, they were greeted with a salute from everyone's attention.

  Everyone is mainly shocked, there is no rigorous ceremony, but the moment of gaze makes the batons feel a long-lost glory.

  Mu Chuan’s waist is straight!

   "Cough cough! Alright, all of you go there and wait for me!" Wu Fuzi's old face was hot, and Wu Zhuangyuan has been useless in Wenju Academy. This is the first time he has returned with glory.

too excited!

  I just won the first game and that’s it. I can’t think about the next few games!

  Take a deep breath.

   Calm down.

  Master Takeshi rode a horse and walked over.

   "Did our college really win?"

   "Won! I won the royal hitter! I knew we would win, I should go to the game!"

"me too."

  Outside the grass field, the students babbled and regretted that they missed today’s game.

  Where did they expect their college to win? I thought it was the same as the previous few times when I got on the floor.

   "I heard that Wuyue Academy has visited a lot of people. Isn't it just our academy that is the most embarrassing? There is not even a cheering person?"

   "Okay, it seems so."

  Everyone was ashamed.

  Master Takeshi analyzed everyone’s performance today, and asked everyone to go back and rest, and come to train tomorrow morning.

   "What is going on today?"

   When Gu Jiao led the horse back to the stable, Mu Qingchen stopped her.

  Gu Jiao turned her head and asked in shock: "What's the matter?"

   "Nangong Lin." Mu Qingchen said bluntly.

  Gu Jiao screamed, but she didn’t deliberately conceal it: “He was hit in the waist and abdomen, paralyzed half of his body, and fell off his horse.”

   Mu Qingchen frowned, gave Gu Jiao a deep look, and said, "Is it here for you?"

  At that time, Gu Jiao was closer to the crowd. Nangonglin was on the other side of Gu Jiao. Nangonglin asked Gu Jiao on the spot why she stooped to grab the ball.

  It was too chaotic at the time, and everyone did not hear the weirdness of this sentence.

  Now I thought, is there any direct relationship between Gu Jiao’s stooping to grab the ball and Nangonglin’s falling horse? He couldn't be frightened by Gu Jiao's stealing the ball, right?

   But if the other party wanted to get Gu Jiao off the horse, everything would make sense.

   "What's the matter with you?" Gu Jiao asked.

   "Huh?" Mu Qingchen was taken aback.

   "Shoot the Ju." Gu Jiao said.

  Mu Qingchen will come over: "It's not what Su Hao said."

  He didn't vowed to never hit the ball because he had lost to anyone. Su Hao did see him lose to someone, but he was willing to bet, and he was happy to lose to that person.

  Gu Jiao saw that he had no plans to go down, so she didn't force it.

  She led the horse back to the stable, handed it to the person who took care of the stable, and turned and walked out.

  Mu Qingchen walked out with her. Just when it was time to say goodbye to each other, Mu Qingchen suddenly said again: "I used to live in Zhuangzi for a while when I was a child."

  It was after his mother discovered Su Hao's existence, she took him out of Su's house in a fit of anger.

  Su Hao is actually an outside room. His mother never knew that his father raised an outside room.

   When he discovered that Su Hao was already able to walk, it was a situation that could not be saved by abortion drugs.

  Su Hao is his day.

   His mother had a dystocia, and it took him three days to give birth. In the first two days when his life was dying, his father was accompanied by another woman to give birth.

   His mother kept moving in order not to see his father.

  He was at Yunxue Mountain Villa when he was nine years old.

   "I saw her for the first time, she was six years old." Mu Qingchen recalled.

   "That childhood playmate?" Gu Jiao thought of the ugly puppet that had fallen out of Mu Qingchen's bag. She didn't see it very clearly, but she could see that it was quite ugly.

  Mu Qingchen nodded: "I have lived in Zhuangzi for two years. She lives in the villa next door. She likes to kick the ball. She always rides her maroon pony and goes down the mountain to find someone to kick the ball."

   "After she left, I won't hit the ball again."

  It was the second time that Gu Jiao heard him walk to describe her childhood playmate.

  "Are you dead?" Gu Jiao asked.

   Mu Qingchen paused, and a frustration flashed in her eyes: "Well, she went there when she was eight years old. Before leaving, she said to me, let me take good care of her father, and that one day she will come back."

  Speaking of this, Mu Qingchen smiled bitterly, "I really believed it at the time, I was so stupid."

   "People cannot be resurrected from death. I later understood this truth, but after nine years, I still can't help but wait, just waiting for the day she can appear in front of me alive."

  (End of this chapter)