Rebirth as Princess Jin again

Su Ying saw Jiaoyang again at a banquet for the envoys of Bei Liao. At that time, Jiaoyang's face no longer had the same high energy as before, his cheeks were thin, and his figure was much thinner.

Fengyang, who was sitting next to her, had a rosy face and a smile in her eyes, looking quite happy.

Su Ying was bulky and didn't want to attend the banquet this time, but thinking that the Prince of Beiliao was here to get married, she couldn't help but worry about Jiao Yang.

The Queen is dead, and Concubine Chen has the highest position in the palace. Therefore, today's banquet is hosted by Concubine Chen. He and Situ Lin sit at the top of the table. Concubine Shu has always disliked such banquets, but because it involves The scorching sun is here too today.

"Prince Amul of the Northern Liao Dynasty and his envoys are here to see you!" A chant resounded through the hall, and everyone couldn't help but look outside.

I saw a man in foreign clothes leading several people in the same gorgeous clothes. The leader should be Amul, the prince of Beiliao. He was tall and tall. Perhaps because of the strong wind and frost on the border, his face was a little pale. He looked dark, gloomy, and looked a little scary.

"Amul meets the emperor!" He did not kneel down, but put his left hand on his chest and performed the courtesy of the Northern Liao royal family.

This move immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the ministers in the palace, and an official came forward to accuse: "As expected, it is a small border country, so ignorant of etiquette, and it is impossible to kneel down in front of the emperor!"

Amul looked at the official coldly, with a dark and sinister light in the depths of his dark eyes. The candlelight in the hall was bright, but it could not dispel the coldness in his eyes.

The official was startled by the look in his eyes and couldn't help but step back.

"We, the Northern Liao Kingdom, have always only obeyed the strong. If we want to be willing to kneel down and worship the leader of the Xia Zhao Kingdom, it is not impossible. As long as someone from the Xia Zhao Kingdom can come forward and defeat this warrior beside me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man behind Amul stepped forward and looked at everyone in the hall with provocative eyes. The man was eight feet tall and as strong as an ox. When he walked, his chassis was steady. Just his weight alone made him look taller than most people. Station, all with a breathtaking momentum.

Most of the people in the hall were civil servants. Looking at the provocative eyes of those in the hall, their faces had a look of resentment, but they were helpless and no one dared to step forward to answer them.

For a moment, the noisy palace was silent, and the atmosphere was quite awkward.

Then a soft voice came from the corner: "The people of the Northern Liao Kingdom are indeed open, but our Xia Zhao Kingdom is not without its brave and capable people. Since it is just a show of fists and kicks, it is enough to send a guard. What do you think, Sister Jiaoyang?"

Amul looked towards the woman who was speaking, and saw that the woman had a light figure and a pretty face. However, her face was slightly pale, and her skin was so fair that blue blood vessels could be seen. She was such a sickly beauty.

Before he came to Xia Zhaoguo, he had inquired that there were only two princesses of the right age in the palace, the fourth princess Fengyang and the fifth princess Jiaoyang.

Princess Fengyang has been ill all year round, and the woman who spoke called the woman next to her, Jiao Yang, and it was immediately clear to her that it must be Princess Fengyang who spoke.

He smiled slightly at Fengyang: "I've met Princess Fengyang!"

Fengyang stood up and returned the salute, but looked at Xiao Feng who was beside Jiaoyang: "Guard Xiao is very skilled in martial arts, why not spar with this strong man."

Jiaoyang was already in a bad mood. Now that he saw Fengyang pushing Xiao Feng out without caring about his own face, he felt even more angry. He immediately shouted: "When will it be your turn to take care of the people around me?"

Seeing Jiaoyang speaking so boldly, Amul couldn't help but look at Jiaoyang a few more times.

This woman is indeed as rumored, bright and flamboyant, and she has the style of a Northern Liao woman. The purpose of his trip is the blazing sun, and this hot temperament suits him very well.

Jiaoyang raised his eyes and saw Amul looking at him without hesitation, and immediately glared back angrily.

Xiao Feng, who was behind him, couldn't help but feel a little angry when he saw Amul looking at the scorching sun as if he were prey.

He whispered beside the blazing sun: "I am willing to give it a try!"

Jiaoyang said worriedly: "Your injuries haven't healed yet, so don't show off."

Amul looked at the two of them being intimate, and couldn't help but feel jealous. In Beiliao, no one dared to covet the woman he liked.

Looking at Jiaoyang's defense of Xiao Feng, he clearly saw a bit of ambiguity.

Su Ying quietly paid attention to the expressions of the people opposite her, and whispered a few words to Situ Jin beside her.

Situ Jin nodded lightly, stood up and walked to Amul's side, cupping his hands and saying, "Since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is so interested, Jiaoyang, you might as well let Xiao Feng give it a try. It's just a trial. Nothing will happen."

Amul said confidently: "We Beiliao warriors have always been straightforward, why are you Xia Zhaoguo warriors so coy?"

Situ Jin walked to Xiao Feng's side and said softly: "This person is full of brute strength and tries to attack the three inches under his armpit, which is his Achilles' heel."

The men of Beiliao are taller and stronger than the men of Xia Zhaoguo. Amul is full of confidence in the men around him: "Qimuge, use all your strength to let these people of Xia Zhaoguo learn a lot!"

Qimuge patted his chest hard and said in a contemptuous tone: "Your Highness, don't worry, I am the bravest warrior in the entire grassland, how can I lose to him."

He looked at Xiao Feng, who was half a head shorter than him, and did not take Xiao Feng into his eyes at all.

When Situ Lin saw Xiao Feng coming out to fight, he had a slight change in his opinion of Xiao Feng. His initial impression of Xiao Feng was not very good.

After all, Xiao Dongcheng was also a fierce general under him back then, but his son, instead of helping his father on the frontier, came to the palace to be a small bodyguard.

With such an identity, Xiao still misses his beloved daughter, and today he just takes this opportunity to test Xiao Feng's strength.

He smiled and said: "Okay, since the prince wants to spar, let's spar and go to the competition ground!"

Everyone gathered around Situ Lin and came to the competition ground. They saw a tall platform built with wood in the middle of the competition ground. The platform was surrounded by guardrails made of wood. There was a circle in the middle and wooden shelves beside it. Many weapons.

Situ Lin glanced at the two people on the stage and said: "This competition is just for sparring, no weapons are needed. It is a test of fist and kick skills. If one is knocked off the ring by the other, he loses. Don't hurt anyone's life."

Qi Muge looked at Amul, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of Amul's mouth.

The angle where Su Ying stood was just enough to see Amul's expression clearly. Jiaoyang stood next to Su Ying, her eyes fixed on Xiao Feng on the stage.

With worry in her eyes, Su Ying reached out and gently grabbed her cold hand, and said softly: "Don't worry, trust him!"

After saying that, she walked to Situ Jin and whispered: "My lord, be careful of their deception!"