Luo Qingchen was stunned for a moment, and her originally cold hands were instantly surrounded by scorching heat.
Nan Yisheng's palm was very warm, and she could feel her position in his heart when he squeezed her tightly.
It was a kind of domineering possession.
"No matter what happens in a while, you will be sitting on a high position. You are not allowed to come down or run around." He said this in a serious tone.
After all, he is the current prince, and everyone in the martial arts conference wants him to be injured, and even wants him to die.
"I know!" Luo Qingchen nodded obediently and said with a sweet smile on his lips: "I will sit on the high platform honestly and I will never let you worry."
"So good?"
"Of course!" Luo Qingchen blinked at him and said, "As long as you look in my direction occasionally!"
She suddenly wanted to be coquettish with Nan Yisheng. Maybe when he was suddenly moved, her favorability level would rise slowly.
"Okay!" He nodded, took her hand to the center and said, "Father, this is the crown princess that I want to marry!"
King Nan looked Luo Qingchen up and down at close range, then nodded with satisfaction and said: "Very good, very good."
Luo Qingchen made a big salute, and when she raised her eyes to look at King Nan, she felt inexplicably nervous.
She always felt that there was an unusual emotion in his dark eyes, but she couldn't quite understand the emotion.
After the salute, Nan Yisheng took Luo Qingchen's hand and sat down on the high platform. As soon as he sat down, Nan Yiyong spoke!
"Second brother, I heard that you have made great progress in martial arts this year. As a younger brother, I have never competed with you!" Nan Yiyong suddenly stood up and stretched his muscles and said: "How about we compete in the first match? "
Nan Yisheng frowned, knowing that he had no chance to refuse.
I originally thought about delaying the fight a little later, but I was thinking of countermeasures midway.
But now, his third brother probably doesn't intend to give him a chance.
He turned his head and glanced at Luo Qingchen, who was already eating snacks and drinking tea, and couldn't help but smile.
If she was such a little girl, she might really have thought this was just a 'point-and-end' competition.
But only he knew that Nan Yiyong would never let him go.
"Since the third brother said so, the second brother can't refuse his kindness." Nan Yisheng stood up slowly and walked slowly towards the center of the martial arts field.
There were different weapons on the left and right sides. Nan Yiyong took a long sword directly, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes.
Finally, I can share the stage with the so-called Crown Prince! In his eyes, such a prince with no military value was not worthy of being the prince at all, but King Nan was partial, and no matter how many achievements he made on the battlefield, he never wavered in his choice of the prince.
He is not convinced! Not convinced at all!
Now, he has finally waited for this opportunity, and he will definitely perform well! He wanted to tell King Nan that only with unrivaled martial arts skills could he rule the country and become the king of Nanzhao!
"Second brother, haven't you decided what weapon to use?" Nan Yisheng stood in front of him with a long sword in his hand, a disdainful smile on his lips.
In his eyes, Nan Yisheng's martial arts skills were impossible to compare with his.
What he wants to do is, if he defeats her within three seconds, it will completely disgrace him!
Nan Yisheng's eyebrows moved slightly, and there was a faint coldness in his eyes. His patience... was enduring Nan Yiyong's cynicism.
He has to endure it because he has more important things to do! (To be continued)