Wanyan Baozhu remained silent and stared at Ryuze Jingtian in a daze, making Murong Qinglian very unhappy. "Princess, His Highness is talking to you!"
"Impudent!" Being interrupted by Murong Qinglian, Wanyan Baozhu immediately scolded, "This consort is Princess Baozhu, it's not your place to interrupt when I'm talking to His Highness!"
It had to be said that when a person was placed in a certain position, they would naturally have the aura of that position. For example, Murong Qinglian, now that she was a princess, she would naturally emit a kind of majesty. Although this majesty and aura could not be compared to Murong Qiqi's, it still had a certain deterrent effect on a subject like Murong Qinglian.
Wanyan Baozhu scolding someone from her own country made Ryuze Jingtian even more unhappy. In another country, it was necessary to protect one's own people. Ryuze Jingtian immediately spoke again, "Princess, why are you looking for this prince?"
Although Ryuze Jingtian did not speak up for Murong Qinglian, his tone was cold and unapproachable, and Wanyan Baozhu caught it in a moment.
"Nothing much, it's just that His Highness seems to be this consort's old friend, so I came to greet him."
With Ryuze Jingtian's' support ', Murong Qinglian became much bolder. "Oh! Princess' way of chatting up people is really strange! I wonder what is the name of Princess' old friend? Why does he sound like His Highness? "
This time, Ryuze Jingtian did not bring Lu Yuan and Lu Ye with him. In addition, his legs were injured in the Yao-Subduing Pagoda, so it was inconvenient for him to apply medicine. Murong Qinglian used the excuse of "His Highness got injured to save me, so I should take care of him" to apply medicine to Ryuze Jingtian every day.
Murong Qinglian wanted to use this opportunity to perform well and attract Ryuze Jingtian's attention. Because she worked hard to serve him, Ryuze Jingtian's attitude towards her became slightly better. This also became Murong Qinglian's confidence to speak to Wanyan Baozhu like this.
Being rebuked by Murong Qinglian in front of everyone, Wanyan Baozhu's face immediately turned red. She wanted to put on the airs of a princess and teach Murong Qinglian a lesson, but it was time for the contestants to draw lots.
Wanyan Baozhu clenched his fists as he watched Murong Qinglian happily follow behind Longze Jingtian. With Murong Qiqi ruining her plans, she was already in a bad mood. Now, there was another Murong Qinglian, who was looking at Long Ze Jingtian like a love-struck fool. Without thinking, Wanyan Baozhu could guess Murong Qinglian's thoughts.
B * tch! What a slut! She even wanted to snatch her own brother-in-law!
Wanyan Baozhu clenched his teeth and glared at Murong Qinglian. In her opinion, Murong Qinglian's actions of coveting Ze Jingtian were extremely shameless! Because Longze Jingtian was her man and Murong Qinglian's brother-in-law.
She had long forgotten that Long Ze Jingtian had never once placed her in his eyes. She had also forgotten that she had used some tricks to obtain Long Ze Jingtian. Speaking of which, she was the one who 'snatched' him from Murong Qiqi. Now, Wanyan Baozhu's heart was filled with hatred towards Murong Qinglian — —
B * tch! I will definitely find a chance to mess with you!
In the past, at Murong residence, Murong Qinglian had always relied on the fact that she was favored. In addition, Zheng Min and Liu Yanzhi were fighting for Murong Qinglian's favor. She would always act strangely in front of Murong Xinlian, and would even throw a tantrum at her from time to time.
At that time, although she was beautiful, Murong Tai valued Murong Qinglian who was at the fourth level of qi. In addition, Liu Yanzhi had his son supporting her, so every time they had a conflict, Murong Tai would always side with his younger daughter. Now, it was different. She was no longer Murong Xinlian, but Princess Baozhu of the North Zhou imperial family. With a noble status, if she wanted to take revenge, killing someone was a piece of cake!
Murong Qinglian had no idea that Wanyan Baozhu was Murong Xinlian, much less that she had already been targeted.
What she was most concerned about now was drawing lots. In Murong Qinglian's heart, she really wanted to draw Murong Qiqi. At that time, she would use her soft sword to cut Murong Qiqi's arrogant face into pieces!
The lots were divided into two groups. One group would draw the sequence number, while the other would draw the opponent's number. As for the distribution, they would draw lots.
Longze Jingtian's piece of paper was to draw his opponent, while Murong Qiqi's piece of paper was to draw the match number. Longze Jingtian followed the principle of giving priority to girls, so he let the North Zhou people draw lots first. Su Mei was the first, Ruyi was the second, Wan Yankang was the third, and Murong Qiqi was the fourth.
After that, it was the West Qi people's turn to draw their opponents. Longze Jingtian's opponent was Wan Yankang, Li Yunqing was against Su Mei, Bai Yiyue was against Ruyi, and Murong Qinglian's opponent was Murong Qiqi.
"Third Sister, I didn't think that there would be a day when us sisters would become competitors in the competition."
Murong Qinglian waved the bamboo lot with Murong Qiqi's name on it proudly. Just now, she was thinking that she had to go against Murong Qiqi. She didn't expect her luck to be so good that she really picked Murong Qiqi. It seemed like even the heavens couldn't stand Murong Qiqi, so they sent her to punish evil and promote good!
"Hehe, in that case, please go easy on me in the competition, Fourth Sister!" Murong Qiqi smiled when she saw Murong Qinglian's proud expression. Murong Qiqi's smile was like a friendly gesture to Murong Qinglian, hoping that she would go easy on her.
Thinking of this, Murong Qinglian became even more proud. "Sister, I also want to care about our sisterhood, but there are no sisters in the competition. I'm a contestant from West Qi, so I naturally have to win glory for my country! Sister, don't blame me when the time comes! "
Pretend, continue pretending! Looking at Murong Qinglian's face, Murong Qiqi couldn't be bothered to talk to her anymore. She yawned and wrapped her jade-white hand around Feng Cang's arm. "Fine! Do whatever you want! Whatever you want, I'll keep you company! "
Just a moment ago, Murong Qiqi was still being modest, but now, she was casting her aside. The difference in attitude was too great, and Murong Qinglian was not used to it. "Third Sister, is what you said true?"
"Of course! Whether it's a battle of wits or brawls, bring it on! I'm not afraid of you! " Murong Qiqi raised her brows and looked at Murong Qinglian provocatively. "However, seeing that you still call me sister, I'll let you make three moves first. It's also an explanation for our sisterhood."
Murong Qinglian felt insulted that Murong Qiqi wanted to let her make three moves first. Only when the opponent was extremely weak would they let her make one move first to show their pity and sympathy. Now, this' trash 'Murong Qiqi actually wanted to let her make three moves first. How could Murong Qinglian, who had always been hailed as a genius, accept this?
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