The eyes of each noble girl with jealousy, envious and hatred were overwhelming to Song Zhao.

Under the witness of the ministers of the two countries, he was granted the title of princess on the spot.

What a glory this is.

It can be imagined that after everyone returns to their own houses today, their parents will be angry at each other and say that they are not as good as Song Zhao.

Yin Wanyang stared at Song Zhao in a daze, and unknowingly he had already gritted his teeth.

Jealousy is the most useless and mean thing in the world. She really doesn't want to be jealous...

The envoy general sneered, "I said your great grand dynasty is really interesting. You have to be a princess to play polo, because you are afraid that your country's representatives will not be distinct enough and you will lose vigorously even if you lose? Hahaha!"

The other party's malice was so blatant.

Song Bingbing was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick, "No, they are too shameless. What if they hurt me, what should I do? Brother Xian, go wear a skirt for Zhaozhao."

For Emperor Yuan Chun and those who stand and talk without backache, they care about the face of this country.

It is the responsibility of every Han person to maintain the country's cultural heritage.

But for Song Bing, winning or not winning is not as good as a life safety of his heart.

Song Jingxian nodded without hesitation when he heard this, and said to Song Zhao seriously, "Sister, let's go and change clothes. This is the big brother for you."

"There is no need to be such a trouble." Yun took out a set of women's skirts from somewhere and stuffed them into Song Jingxian's arms. "Mom is ready, son, please put it on quickly."

Song Jingxian, "..."

He was inexplicably choked.

This is not taking him seriously.

Song Zhao held down Song Jingxian's move and laughed, "I'm fine, I'm already a princess. If I don't take action, how can I be the name of Princess?

Brother, as the commander, it will be embarrassing to wear a skirt to show your public. You are our prince and must not lose your moral character.”

Song Jing's eyes surged, thinking that he didn't care, nothing was more important than you.

But when he came into contact with Song Zhao's firm vision, he could not say such irresponsible words.

What Song Zhao did was to safeguard the glory of his family, and what qualifications did he have to do whatever he wanted to do as a prince?

Song Zhao walked straight to the horse farm,

Gu Xinlian suddenly spoke, "Prince Zhaoyang, my polo was the first in Canglan Academy for three consecutive years. Can you play me?"

Song Zhao rolled over the horse, and the fox hair cloaked in the wind.

Everyone in Dashengchao began to be nervous again.

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

Moreover, because Song Zhao became the first-rank princess, her representativeness was even stronger. Her every move represented all the noble girls of the Great Sheng Dynasty.

If you are beaten, it will be very shameful.

Song Zhao raised his eyebrows and casually swept across the people in Nanyue.

"It's not anyone I target... It's just that everyone here is rubbish."

Gu Xinlian, "..."

This should not include...she?

The Nanyue delegation felt insulted, but because it was Song Zhao who was speaking, the one who had learned to beat them was not as confident as he could refute it.

The envoy general said in a strange tone, "Princess Zhaoyang is very good at calculating, I admit that it's just that this polo... hasn't started playing, so you are too confident..."

Song Zhao untied the fox hair cloak on his body and threw it in the direction of Si Yu.

Si Yu used his light skills and jumped neatly on the railing, caught the cloak, and hung it on his arm.

"Little Princess, I will win."

The man raised his eyebrows and laughed casually.

I silently added two words in my heart.
Chapter completed!