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"Why have you been gone so long?"
Zhao Yi looked away from the lake and turned his head to look at Song Qingfeng and Song Wan.
Song Wan lowered his head, his face looked a little pale, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he had been greatly frightened.
Song Qingfeng took a step forward and said softly: "My slave accidentally broke the teapot on the way and went back to make tea again. I wasted some time. Please forgive me, Master."
Zhao Yi rolled his eyes at Song Qingfeng and said lazily and sarcastically: "You can't even be a good dog. What a waste."
After the words fell, the palace people sounded their gongs, and there were warm cheers from all around.
Following the sound, Wei Heng, who was wearing an indigo brocade suit, stepped on his skates and turned gracefully in a circle on the lake. From such a long distance, everyone could not see the expression on his face, but they could clearly feel his outburst. His temperament is like that of an immortal.
The second competition between him and Chu Yichen has ended.
This game is won by Wei Hengsheng, and the first game is won by Chu Yichen.
The third game is the most critical deciding game.
Zhao Yi¡¯s attention was attracted by the two of them, and he had no time to care about Song Qingfeng and Song Wan.
Hockey games are very physically demanding. Wei Heng and Chu Yichen each retreated to the sidelines to rest and seize the time to restore their physical strength.
Zhao Yi didn¡¯t even look back and said to Song Wan: ¡°Why don¡¯t you go and wipe the sweat of your heir apparent? If he loses this game, you will never see each other again.¡±
Song Wan immediately looked at Zhao Ying. Zhao Ying didn¡¯t think Song Wan could reverse the situation and said magnanimously: ¡°Go ahead.¡±
"Thank you, His Highness the Crown Prince and His Highness the Third Highness."
Song Wan bowed and thanked him, and walked quickly towards Wei Heng.
After walking a few steps, Song Wan suddenly remembered that Song Qingfeng asked her to kill Chu Ruoqi before the Winter Laurel Festival. Was that because she was sure that Wei Heng would beat Chu Yichen? Then his fingers
While she was thinking, Song Wan walked up to Wei Heng. She cut off her thoughts in a panic and asked with concern: "His Royal Highness, are you okay?"
There was no sweat on Wei Heng's face, but he was a little redder than at first, and his breathing was a little faster. He was in pretty good condition, and he didn't look like someone who had been ill for a long time and stayed at home for a long time without exercising.
Wei Heng¡¯s eyes were very bright, burning with fire, and he was still concerned about Song Wan, and asked: "Why is your face so white? Are you cold?"
Song Wan shook his head, thinking about what Song Qingfeng said in Tianling Pavilion, his heart felt blocked.
Wei Heng was not sick, but poisoned.
He was originally going to inherit the mantle of the Duke, become the youngest and most promising general in Zhaoling, and lead the soldiers to defend the country of Zhaoling.
Seeing that Song Wan didn¡¯t want to talk, Wei Heng asked again: ¡°Did they set up a bet?¡±
Song Wan nodded and tried his best to suppress his emotions and said: "The Third Highness took the lead in setting it up. He is the banker. Everyone bets on the Chu Crown Prince to win, and I bet on you to win."
Wei Heng was not surprised and asked: "What did you use to make the chips?"
Song Wan looked at Wei Heng steadily and said, "This is your life."
Wei Heng¡¯s eyes flashed with surprise, and then he laughed.
¡°At this moment, he was standing on the ice lake with his skates on his feet and a stick in his hand. His shadow was reflected on the lake, and he seemed to have merged with the ice lake.
This smile came from the heart, Song Wan even heard the tremor coming from his chest.
After a while, Wei Heng stopped laughing, looked at Song Wan and said, "Call me brother and listen."
Wei Heng's tone was brisk and playful. Song Wan hesitated for a moment and called out crisply: "Brother."
Her voice was soft and soft, with a hint of hoarseness, like heated maltose, sweet and sticky, completely different from Wei Yuan's. Wei Heng's brows and eyes were filled with smiles, and he said gently: "Be good, brother will not let you People bully you.¡±
Wei Heng said these words so gently that Song Wan was in a daze for a moment, as if she had two brothers, and they had been sparing no effort to protect her.
The rest time ended quickly, and Wei Heng and Chu Yichen returned to the lake on ice skates.
This time, Chu Yichen took the ball and Wei Heng was responsible for the defense.
According to the rules of the game, the defensive side can only block the ball and cannot steal the ball to counterattack. Within one stick of incense, as long as the opponent's ball is not entered into the designated area on their side, it will be considered a victory.
If there are more people, you can take a break while relaying. Now there are only two people and it becomes a tug-of-war, which consumes a lot of physical energy for both of them.
There have been two rounds of competition ahead. Not long after Chu Yichen came on the field, it was obvious that his physical strength was not as good as before, while Wei Heng was still about the same as the previous two rounds, even in the two rounds.??, it was completely different from Song Wan in Chu Yichen's memory who was fragile and needed to be well protected. Chu Yichen could clearly spurn her with confidence, but resentment grew in his heart.
He had begged many people to help her lose face, and even embarrassed her for losing control, but she would just keep pushing him away. In the past, he felt that she didn't want to drag him down, so she endured so much by herself. Now he suddenly felt that , she actually didn¡¯t like him that much, that¡¯s why she let him go so easily.
He didn¡¯t dislike her for giving her body to Gu Yanting, and was willing to give up everything to take her away, but she would only use high-sounding excuses to excuse him.
She said she didn¡¯t want to see him give up everything, lose his ambition and be stuck in a corner, so is it okay for him to be like this now?
He maintained his false aloofness, learned how to please people, lost his sense of normalcy, and began to care about victory and fame. In just a few months, he became the kind of person he once said he hated the most. Was she also in his heart? Do you look down on him and think he has always been an ugly hypocrite?
While Chu Yichen was thinking wildly, Song Wan had already helped Wei Heng change his shoes.
Seeing the two of them were about to leave, Chu Yichen blurted out: "Stop!"
Song Wan still lowered his head and did not look at him. Wei Heng looked back at him and asked doubtfully: "Is there anything else, Prince Chu?"
After winning the competition, Wei Heng's face lost the provocation at the beginning, and his expression became dull, as if winning against Chu Yichen was nothing to him.
Wei Heng's performance made Chu Yichen feel that his current face was getting uglier and uglier. Chu Yichen's throat was sore and he clenched his fists, unable to say a word.
After waiting for a while, the palace attendant could not help but urge: "Prince Wei, Prince Chu, everyone is still waiting for you."
Wei Heng did not ask what Chu Yichen wanted to say just now, and took Song Wan back to the viewing area.
No one who bet on Chu Yichen's victory dared to talk to Wei Heng. Only Zhao Yi said eagerly: "Brother Heng, your skills are too good. I thought you were bored at home and sleeping all day long. "
Wei Heng smiled and said, "I sleep all day long. How can I get so much sleep? I have to do something to pass the time."
Who knew you could develop your skills so well just by passing the time?
Everyone slandered, Wei Heng sat down next to Zhao Yi, Song Wan helped him pour a cup of tea, Wei Heng took a sip, turned his head and asked Zhao Yi: "I heard that the Third Prince set up a bet between me and the Prince of Chu, and now the outcome has been decided." Determined, I don¡¯t know who will be the final winner.¡±
Zhao Yi became more excited when he mentioned this matter. He sat up slightly and told the palace attendants waiting on the side: "Send it up."
The palace servant used a mahogany tray to present all the bets that everyone had placed.
¡°These are all their carefully selected belongings. They are of various categories and of high value. They are piled in the pallet like a mountain. If they were to be sold, the number would be at least a thousand taels.
Zhao Yi said: "Only one person bets on Brother Heng to win, and these things now belong to her alone."
After Zhao Yi finished speaking, he gave the palace attendant a wink, and the palace attendant immediately handed a tray full of things to Song Wan. Song Wan held the things in his hands and said, "I thank you, Your Highness."
Zhao Yi waved his hand and said: "You won all by yourself. If you want to thank, you should also thank your own master. Thank me for anything."
Song Wan obediently turned to Wei Heng. Wei Heng said first, "Since you won based on your own ability, just keep it."
"yes."
Song Wan held the tray and stood behind Wei Heng. The next moment he heard Zhao Yi say: "By the way, there is another person whose bet is special and is not on the tray. Brother Heng, do you want to take a look?"
Zhao Yi's tone was very gloating. Song Wan was startled. From the corner of his eye, he saw Song Qingfeng kneeling down and saying, "To Prince Wei, the bet mentioned by the Third Highness is two fingers of my servant. Prince, please wait a moment. I will do this now." Cut them off."
Song Qingfeng was very calm, as if what he wanted to cut was not his own fingers, but radishes.
"don't want!"
Song Wan blurted out.
Everyone's eyes fell on Song Wan. Chu Yichen, who had been depressed since losing the game, came to his senses. He glanced at Song Qingfeng, then looked at Song Wan steadily and said, "The bet is over. Come on, with so many people watching, how could it be that you just regretted it when you said you regretted it?"
Song Wan was just about to say that he could return everything to others. Wei Heng said with a smile: "Chu Shizi is right. The bet has been fulfilled. There is no reason to go back on it. Give him a knife."
Song Wan looked at Wei Heng in shock. Wei Heng did not look at her, but looked at Song Qingfeng with a dark expression.
"I do not agree."
Zhao Ying spoke with a stern face.
Chu Yichen and Song Qingfeng were both his, and they both said that it depends on the owner to beat a dog. Chu Yichen had already lost to Wei Heng and was humiliated. If Song Qingfeng really had his fingers cut off, how would he look on the prince's face? Where to put it?
Zhao Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother Emperor, are you going to protect him again?" (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com)He was dead. If Song Qingfeng really had his finger chopped off, where would he put his prince's face?
Zhao Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother Emperor, are you going to protect him again?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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