State Advisor Follows Me

This made Nangong Chen very happy. As expected, he pretended to be incompetent. It was much cheaper.

You have to go through the culinary competition to get out of the place where you live.

When she arrived near the culinary competition, Feng Yaohua planned to go around, but she had to stop. The scene of the culinary competition was in chaos. The eldest princess was being carried, and she was in a hurry. She didn't know where to go, and the civilians ran around like flies.

He grabbed a civilian and stuffed ten liang of silver in the past. Then he got all the information.

It turns out that after the culinary competition entered this stage, because there were fewer participants, the eldest princess personally participated in the evaluation and scoring of each work. Just after the eldest princess tasted a dish she didn't know who cooked, she frothed, covered her stomach in pain, and then fainted.

Feng Yaohua looks at nangongchen subtly, points to the direction of the eldest princess, and asks in a low voice, "isn't this your plan? It's very clever. "

Nangong Chen's expression was dignified, and he shook his head slowly: "it's not me. I don't know which force is doing it. Maybe it's a coincidence."

Just as she said that, fengyaohua heard the heartbreaking cry. Looking along the voice, she saw a face of embarrassed crying snow. She was crying bitterly at the two people who were holding her arm and wanted to drag her away, crying and shouting: "my father is a rich man, I'm a princess, and the eldest princess is my aunt. How can I harm the eldest princess? This must be a misunderstanding. Please let me go and let me check carefully what's wrong. "

Of course, two people can't let go of the culprit of tixue. While struggling, tixue scolded: "You cheap people, these dog slaves don't let me go quickly, and then kowtow and make amends for me. When my aunt wakes up, you must look good and see that I don't pluck your skin."

Two people coldly grabbed tixue's two arms and dragged them forward. Tixue's arms struggled desperately and pushed forward, as if they could catch the eldest princess like this: "it's not me, really, it's not me. Girl, believe me, it's not me."

Feng Yaohua felt a little funny and shook her head: "do you want to take this opportunity to take back the throne?"

The understatement, as if talking about is not the throne, but what was robbed of the snack.

"Don't worry, I have my own arrangement in the palace. I'll accompany you to the eighth Prince's residence first."

Feng Yaohua nodded and followed Nangong Chen directly to the eighth Prince's mansion.

Entering the eighth Prince's mansion is very smooth, and Nangong Chen's face is more effective than any kind of worship.

Feng Yaohua went into the courtyard and looked carefully at the furnishings of the eighth Prince's mansion.

The layout of a person's yard and the furnishings of his room have a lot to do with his character. When Feng Yaohua sees the furnishings in the eighth Prince's mansion, she seems to understand how the prince's character is.

Unlike other rockeries, rocks, bridges, rivers, or Phoenix grass, the yard is empty and flat, without any decoration. The layout of such a large yard is no different from that of a martial arts training ground. Against the wall, there are all weapons shelves, shining in the sunlight. Some weapons are red, as if they were bloodstained.

At the edge of the field, there are some wooden posts, dummies and other decorations. They don't look brand new. It's obvious that someone is practicing martial arts in the eighth Prince's mansion.

With a slight sigh in her heart, Feng Yaohua shakes her head and takes two quick steps to catch up with Nangong Chen.

Nangong Chen in it has been caught by the eighth prince who came out of Wanyin. The eighth Prince's face was a little paler than that day's banquet, but there was no abnormality. It was obvious that a small piece of meat on his arm must have grown almost now, and it would not hurt any more.

How can the eighth Prince show his wounds? Feng Yaohua takes a look at Nangong Chen.

Nangong Chen didn't know what he had just said to the eighth prince. At this time, he laughed and patted the eighth prince on the shoulder: "it's hard to get itchy these days, and they're a little stuffy. My father and grandmother don't know what's going on. After they were put into the prison by their aunt, there's no news coming out any more. It's US children who are free outside. Ah, I don't want to talk about it. I just want to have a few moves with my eighth brother. Surely he won't mind? "

This is a good idea, but Feng Yaohua immediately saw Nangong Chen's face changed, and seemed to be hesitant.

What's the point of hesitation? Take advantage of the martial arts competition to tear his clothes and carefully check if there are any wounds on his body. If there are wounds similar to tooth marks, you can basically be sure. Even if you can't convict the eighth Prince now, you can also warn him not to harm those common girls.

Nangong Chen's face finally settled down. It seemed that he had made up his mind. Then he took out a soft sword from his waist. Unexpectedly, Nangong Chen would also use the soft sword to defend himself. Feng Yaohua's eyes lit up slightly. She was used to using the soft sword and had something to discuss with Nangong Chen.

The eighth Prince glanced at Feng Yaohua with disdain. He took out a long gun to challenge Nangong Chen. Then, the long gun poked Nangong Chen first.

Feng Yaohua's heart suddenly mentions her throat. The eighth Prince's angle of shooting is tricky. If Nangong Chen takes the soft sword back to block, the eighth prince will immediately change his moves and poke at other places, which makes Nangong Chen have to go back to defend and make him in a hurry.But if you don't take care of it, it's a blood hole. Fengyaohua is worried about nangongchen, sweating on her forehead, but she can't replace nangongchen.

The worry is that Nangong Chen doesn't know much about martial arts. Judging from the gesture of the eighth Prince's hand, he has practiced it. But the next second, Feng Yaohua's eyes widened. Nangong Chen bent back to avoid the long gun as she did against the eldest princess that day. The soft sword in her hand was as flexible as a whip and quickly entangled the eighth Prince's legs and feet.

Cold hum a, eight princes just long gun poke empty, body also along with the long gun slightly forward a section, at this time by south palace Chen pull hard a throw, almost fly out.

Then the eighth prince was a little angry. He threw away his long gun and grabbed nangongchen with his bare hands. His expression was also fierce. It was obvious that his bare hands were what the eighth prince was good at. Nangongchen also threw his soft sword. He bent down again, but quickly turned to the back of the eighth prince.

Feng Yaohua didn't catch hold of it, and then she left her mind, staring at Nangong Chen and the eighth prince. Nangong Chen's intention was to tear the eighth Prince's clothes. At this time, she also threw a soft sword, clawed her hand at the clothes on the back of the eighth prince, and the eighth prince thought Nangong Chen was going to scratch him, so he twisted his clothes, and his clothes were torn by Nangong Chen Gong Chen tore up a big piece.