My crazy concubine is super defiant

Chapter 512 The brain is not good

"Isn't it? Uncle Nine Emperors, Murong Jiuqing, that little trash, has accepted this princess' challenge, yet he hasn't appeared yet."

"Hmph. You don't need to think about it. That little trash must be afraid of this princess, so he didn't dare to come."

Nan Fengjiao raised her head triumphantly.

A pair of eyes looked expectantly at Ye Beixuan, waiting for his praise.

Nan Fengjiao stared closely at Ye Beixuan, eyes filled with undisguised admiration and admiration.

In the corner, Murong Yan'er saw Nan Fengjiao's expression.

A look of gloom and jealousy flashed across his face in an instant.

Then quickly covered it again.

"Mingying, what time is it?"

Ye Beixuan frowned.

Turning his head suddenly, he asked the shadow behind him.

Mingying replied respectfully.

"Go back to the prince, there are still 7 minutes until noon."

"Only 7 minutes left? Hahaha, Uncle Nine Emperors, look, that little trash Murong Jiuqing will definitely not come."

When Nan Fengjiao heard Mingying's words, she immediately laughed triumphantly.

Mingying glanced at Nan Fengjiao for an idiot, and closed her mouth speechlessly.

This Ninth Princess really has a bad brain.

"Slightly fragrant."

Ye Beixuan ordered in a cold voice.

"Yes, my lord."

After hearing the order, Mingying quickly walked towards the ring.

Not a moment later, a thin stick of incense was quickly ignited.

In the middle of the arena.

Nan Fengjiao looked at the slender incense stick in front of her, put her hands on her hips, and laughed proudly.

"Have you seen it? If Murong Jiuqing doesn't show up before this incense burns out, this princess will win this competition."

"Little waste, just wait. After today, I want you to kneel on the ground in public and kowtow a thousand times."

Nan Fengjiao stood on the ring with a proud face.

A pair of eyes, staring at the incense condescendingly, with a smile on his face.

The entire Royal Square was as quiet as death.

Everyone looked at the incense nervously.

In this scrambling atmosphere, everyone was so nervous that they didn't even dare to vent their breath.

quiet.

More than half of the incense in the middle of the ring was burned out in an instant.

Nan Fengjiao's face became more and more complacent.

On the faces of Ni Manshang and Nan Fengchu, a triumphant smile also began to appear.

"Hehe, the old minister is late, please forgive me, the emperor and Prince Xuan."

Suddenly, an old but incomparably deep laughter resounded from the entrance of the square.

Swish!
Swish!Swish!
As soon as this big laugh came out.

In the originally quiet square, everyone's eyes followed the sound in unison.

I saw Murong Aotian, dressed in a neat and strong attire, walking towards this side vigorously under his feet.

He has a pair of tiger eyes, piercing.

The gait is nimble and tough.

As he walked, a majestic aura quickly spread from him.

"What? How did he come?"

When Ni Manshang saw Murong Aotian appearing, her face immediately changed.

Nan Fengchu gritted his teeth tightly in the dark.

Behind him, a group of well-trained Aojia soldiers came in a uniform stride.

With so many people marching, it was so quiet that there was not even a single sound.

At a glance, the entire team, like a sharp knife out of its sheath, carried the bloody aura of a real battlefield.

As soon as the Aojia army appeared.

An invisible air of blood and iron quickly enveloped the past in all directions, making people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

(End of this chapter)