After Reincarnating, the Ice-Cold Prince Won't Leave Me Alone Chapter 132

Chapter 132 The Gambler

Shen Mingjiao happily stood in front of Feng Lisheng, Feng Lisheng had completely relaxed at this moment,

Your princess can play as long as she wants! This was Cheng Geer's last carnival before his death.

He raised the bow and arrow with Shen Mingjiao's hand very cooperatively.

Cheng Geer looked at the shivering and wrinkled old man who was pushed to the front by the guards, and a flash of nausea flashed in his eyes.

No one knows that he hates ugly people by nature, and every time he sees them, he will feel uncomfortable.

But looking at Shen Mingjiao, who was nestling obediently in Feng Lisheng's arms, he felt that all the sacrifices were worth it.

Isn't this what the Central Plains people say is bitter before sweet!

So with a sullen face, he endured the nausea and stuffed the bow and arrow into the hands of the trembling official surnamed Li, imitating Feng Lisheng's appearance, encircling him from behind, resisting the urge to strangle him to death, and tightly holding each other with both hands Withered arms.

Jing and Di smiled and walked forward: "Why don't I join in the fun and be your referee."

Seeing that both sides had fully drawn their bowstrings, Jing and Emperor Yingjing took the gong used by the imperial army to open the way, lifted it up and tapped it lightly.

There were two swishing sounds, and the two arrows left the string at the same time.

Feng Lisheng's arrow quickly shot through the flower with precision. Because Cheng Geer was really sick and uncomfortable, he leaned a little bit, but he didn't even touch the flowerpot.

Shen Mingjiao smiled modestly at Cheng Geer: "It's a promise!"

Cheng Geer was so angry that he crushed the feather arrow in his hand.

Shen Mingjiao pointed to the two pieces of paper and two purses spread out on the table, her face was full of interest: "Second Prince, let's continue, let your people come over and place the lottery."

The anger on Cheng Geer's face disappeared instantly,

Yes, what is this? Hmph, depending on his luck, he will definitely be able to draw Shen Mingjiao.

The guard who was named stepped forward, and stuffed the papers into the purses of the two people behind their backs.

Shen Mingjiao stepped forward calmly, and glanced at the two identical purses in front of her.

Some wives and ladies sweated quietly, feeling that Concubine Su was gone forever on her way to death. Many people think that if she dares to do this, she must have a plan in mind.

Shen Mingjiao glanced at the guard, and then casually picked up the purse on the left. The guard's eyes widened, thinking that this woman was really lucky.

Shen Mingjiao opened the purse and took out the note, unfolded it, and shook it triumphantly in front of Cheng Geer: "It seems that my luck is good."

Cheng Geer gritted his teeth and glared at the guard, silently comforting himself:

It's okay, next time he will definitely draw Shen Mingjiao.

At this time, what they were going to shoot was a pot of pink peonies that were next to each other. Shen Mingjiao still chose the smallest one, in the name of making it more difficult.

Jing and Di were still the judges and referees. With the sound of a gong, the two swords were fired again. This time Cheng Geer tried his best to win against Feng Lisheng, but he was still a step too late.

Jing and Di covered the smiles at the corners of their mouths, and comforted at the right time: "Come on, keep up the good work. It's just bad luck this time, and the second prince will definitely win the next game."

Although Cheng Geer was angry and wanted to kill someone, he also felt that what Jing and Di said made sense. He would definitely win next time. No, this time he would definitely win Shen Mingjiao.

Unfortunately, the reality once again let him down.

And he lost to Feng Lisheng twice in a row, because his mind became more and more impetuous, and the arrows he shot in the end didn't even touch the flowerpot.

And Shen Mingjiao didn't know why, every time she got lucky and got a note with "Shen" written on it.

Cheng Geer was not reconciled, so he asked someone to find two identical purses again, and ordered a new guard lottery. Unfortunately it still doesn't work.

After losing two games in a row, Shen Mingjiao looked into his red eyes, and kindly persuaded him: "Why don't you just forget about it, for the competition, just click and stop. Winning or losing is actually not that important."

Cheng Geer gritted his teeth, "Come again."

At this time, he is like a red-eyed gambler. I always feel that I will win next time, and then fail again and again until my mentality collapses.

So without any surprise, he lost two more hands. At this time, there was only one pot of flowers left in that area.

In order to welcome the arrival of the envoys from all over the world, the Ministry of Rites specially asked the florist to transplant some flowers from the imperial garden in the palace and put them in pots and place them on both sides of the road, so there are only a dozen pots in this area.

Shen Mingjiao raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a smile: "Is the second prince even more competitive? If you give up now, then your previous efforts will be in vain!"

Cheng Geer really wanted to slash someone with his sword, but when he met her twinkling peach blossom eyes, the scarlet in his eyes was even more scarlet.

That's right, just try again for the last time, what if you win?

He glanced at the pale official surnamed Li who was already incontinent from fright.

Shen Mingjiao is right, he has already sacrificed so much, how could he give up?

It might just be because he was too nervous and cared about gains and losses. This time, his bow had not been fully drawn, and Li Sheng had already stably hit Huaxin.

Cheng Geer couldn't bear it anymore, he dropped the bow and arrow with a slap, and rushed towards Shen Mingjiao with scarlet eyes:

"Bitch, how dare you play tricks on me."

At this moment, if he couldn't realize that something was wrong, he would be a fool.

Unfortunately, it's too late, the shame that should be lost has already been lost.

Shen Mingjiao stared at him coldly, "The number one warrior in the grassland is nothing more than that."

Cheng Geer's eyes were even redder—angrier.

But before he could advance, he was held down by a group of imperial guards rushing up from Hulala.

Jing and Di said in a deep voice: "The second prince of Beidi is tired, and he still hasn't sent him back to rest."

After finishing speaking, he walked back slowly with his hands behind his back and sat down at the head. Several important officials saw the expressions of Jing and Emperor,

We all know that Cheng Geer is the second prince of Beidi, and his identity is too sensitive if Daxia is not negotiating with surrounding countries to open business exchanges and other matters.

Based on what he said to His Royal Highness King Su, Jing and Di could make people beat him out with a smile.

(end of this chapter)

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