Princess Consort Is No Pushover

"Zhong Ling is originally a chariot general. If he wins, he will be promoted to three levels in a row. I'm afraid he can stand shoulder to shoulder with you and me!"

"Not only that, but if he performs outstandingly in this competition and wins the championship, I'm afraid he will be looked at differently by the emperor, and maybe he will be recruited by the emperor as his son-in-law!"

"Then I don't know which princess he will become the consort of!"

"He has always admired our sixth princess. Once he wins the championship, he may ask the emperor to marry the sixth princess!"

"He dares! If he dares to mention it, I will castrate him! Besides, there are so many masters here, he may not be able to win the championship. Even if he wins the championship, he is not qualified to ask my father, and there is no such precedent. , generals, it is better not to speculate randomly!" Hearing these words, Feng Qin said coldly.

She knew Zhong Ling's feelings for her, she didn't like Zhong Ling, and she didn't want Zhong Ling to be her son-in-law.

When the generals heard this, please look at me and I will look at you, shut up quickly and stop talking.

Feng Wu sneered, "Feng Qin, no one has mentioned it, but it doesn't mean it can't be mentioned. You have to be careful, Zhong Ling likes you so much, if he really wins the championship and wants to ask Father to marry you, it will be ridiculous! "

Feng Qin said in a cold voice anxiously, "Impossible, I don't like him at all. Father likes me so much, he will definitely respect my opinion and won't marry me to someone I don't like!"

"Then let's wait and see." Feng Wu said coldly.

Now, Fengqin's heart has fallen to the bottom, she doesn't want to marry Zhong Ling.

Chu Xuanchen glanced at Feng Qin indifferently, but did not speak.

The promotion system takes a long time. After watching it for an hour, everyone sat down with sore backs, and some people rushed to serve tea and snacks to the princess and the generals.

Finally, three hours later, when everyone was about to fall asleep, there was a burst of cheers from the audience, "Great, General Zhong Ling and Commander Chen have advanced to the final!"

"Are you in the final? Zhong Ling is indeed a master. As expected, the princess is right. He really can enter the final." Feng Wu drank tea and looked at Feng Qin with a sinister smile.

Feng Qin's face was gloomy for a while, "So what if you can enter the finals? You may not be able to win the championship."

"If you can enter the final, you have half the chance of winning. Commander Chen's martial arts is not as advanced as Zhong Ling's. I'm sure that the champion is none other than Zhong Ling." Speaking of this, Feng Wu looked proud, "Fengqin, Zhong Ling Ling admires you so much, you must be ready to marry!"

Feng Qin's face turned cold, and he firmly grasped the armrest of the chair with his right hand, "Sister Huang should take care of herself first, you don't need to worry about my affairs!"

"It's started! It's time to fight!" At this time, there were bursts of cheers from the audience.

When it came to the final, everyone was awakened from sleepiness, and everyone stared excitedly at the competition field, wanting to know who the champion was.

As soon as the fight started, I saw Zhong Ling attacking Commander Chen. His moves were fierce, his fists were to the flesh, his eyes were gloomy, and he had a calm and confident grin on his face.

In the beginning, Commander Chen was able to fight him with dozens of tricks, but gradually, Commander Chen lost the wind and was no longer his opponent.

Suddenly, Zhong Ling's eyes darkened, his eyes froze, murderous intent was evident in his eyes, he slapped Commander Chen fiercely, and directly sent Commander Chen flying to the stage.

Hearing a "bang", Commander Chen's body hit the ground heavily, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, as if he had been seriously injured.

Immediately someone cheered: "General Zhong won, General Zhong won!"