Chapter 434: Wanfu, Princess Zhaoyang 2

All the noble ladies cast their eyes on Song Zhao with envy and hatred.

Witnessed by the ministers of the two countries, he was conferred the ceremony of princess on the spot.

What an honor.

It is conceivable that after going back to their respective homes today, their parents would complain that they are not as good as Song Zhao.

Yin Wanyang looked at Song Zhao in a daze, and unconsciously clenched his teeth.

Jealousy is the most useless and meanest thing in the world, she really doesn't want to be jealous...

The head of the envoy sneered, "I said that your Dasheng Dynasty is really interesting. If you want to play polo, you have to hire a princess to play. Is it because you are afraid that the representative of your country is not clear enough, and you will lose with vigor? Hahaha!"

The other party's malice is so blatant.

Song Jin blushed with anger, "No, they are too shameless, what if they hurt my heart, brother Xian, you wear a skirt and go for Zhaozhao."

For Emperor Yuanchun and those who don't feel back pain when standing and talking, what they care about is the face of this country.

It is the responsibility of every Han Chinese to safeguard the country's cultural heritage.

But for Song Ting, whether he wins or not, he can't compare with the safety of his little heart.

Song Jingxian nodded without hesitation when he heard the words, and said seriously to Song Zhao, "Sister, let's go and exchange clothes, and brother will do it for you this time."

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Yun took out a set of women's skirts out of nowhere, and stuffed them into Song Jingxian's arms, "Mother is ready, son, put it on quickly."

Song Jingxian, "..."

He choked up inexplicably.

This is not taking him seriously.

Song Zhao held down Song Jingxian's movement of getting up, and said with a smile, "I'm fine, I'm already the princess, if I don't ride, how can I be called the princess?

Brother, as a commander, it would be embarrassing for you to wear a skirt to show the public. You are the eldest son of our family, so you must not lose your dignity. "

Song Jingxian's eyes surged, wanting to say that he doesn't care, nothing is more important than you.

But seeing Song Zhao's firm gaze, he couldn't say such irresponsible words.

What Song Zhao did was to protect the honor of the family, but what right did he have to act recklessly by relying on his status as the eldest son?

Song Zhao went straight to the racecourse,

Gu Xinlian suddenly said, "Princess Zhaoyang, I was the No. 1 polo player in Canglan College for three consecutive years. Are you as good as me in playing polo?"

Song Zhao got on his horse, and the fox-fur cloak flapped in the wind.

Everyone in Dashengchao became nervous again.

If Song Zhao's polo is not as good as Gu Xinlian's, then they will be beaten again next time.

And because Song Zhao became the first-rank princess, she was more representative, and her every move represented all the noble ladies of the Dasheng Dynasty.

If it is abused, it is very embarrassing.

Song Zhao raised his eyebrows, casually glanced at the people in Nanyue,

"It's not who the princess is targeting... It's just that everyone here is rubbish."

Gu Xinlian, "..."

This means that it should not include... her, right?

The South Vietnamese mission felt insulted, but because it was Song Zhao who spoke, and even if they had beaten them, they had no confidence to refute.

The head of the envoy said in a strange voice, "I admit that Princess Zhaoyang is good at arithmetic, but this polo...hasn't started playing yet, so you are too confident..."

Song Zhao untied the fox fur cloak on his body, and threw it in Si Yu's direction.

Si Yu practiced his lightness kung fu, jumped neatly on the railing, caught the cloak, and hung it on his arm.

"Young princess, you must win."

The man raised his eyebrows lazily and laughed.

Still silently added two words in my heart.

mine.