235 Fell off the horse, the clothes were torn

"What the hell is this?"

Feng Qingchen is going crazy.

The tranquilizer was given and the reins were fastened, but the horse became more and more manic. It had run more than twenty laps and still showed no sign of slowing down. It seemed that the horse, like her, had taken stimulants and was extremely energetic. There was no sign of it being tamed at all.

Feng Qingchen felt like her whole body was about to fall apart. If she kept running like this, even if the horse wasn't tired she would be exhausted to death. The inside of her thighs hurt even through the bandages.

"Grandpa, there seems to be something wrong with that horse?" Zhai Dongming left his seat, came behind Prince Su, and whispered.

Prince Su nodded without saying much. He knew there was something wrong with the horse, but would it be useful to bring it up at this time?

Since Nanling dared to make moves in Dongling's territory, it must be because he was sure that they could not find out and produce evidence. Besides, even if there is evidence for some things, no one would produce it.

Prince Su looked towards Su Wan opposite him, only to see that Su Wan was very graceful with a proper smile on her face, and was looking at Feng Qingchen in the horse farm like everyone else.

"Grandpa, that woman is so disgusting. She looks like Feng Qingchen is doomed to fail."

"If the horse keeps such abundant energy, then Feng Qingchen will definitely lose. You see, Feng Qingchen can't sit still anymore." Prince Su admired Feng Qingchen's good physical strength. However, no matter how good the physical strength is, it is limited. Feng Qingchen is already staggering and a little overwhelmed.

"Grandpa, won't you come out? Just let a woman from Nanling bully the people of Dongling in my Dongling territory?" Zhai Dongming couldn't tell whether he was doing this because of Wang Jinling's instructions or simply because he felt sorry for Feng Qingchen.

Yes, he felt sorry for Feng Qingchen, he felt sorry for this woman from the bottom of his heart.

When he first met her, she was confident, calm and proud; when he saw her again, she was smart, quick-witted, calm and composed. This kind of woman is the type he hates the most because she is too competitive.

Zhai Dongming is most wary of women who like to be the best in everything and dream of becoming the best. He believes that such women will do anything to climb up.

A big part of the reason he agreed to take care of Feng Qingchen with Wang Jinling was to keep an eye on Feng Qingchen. He was worried that Feng Qingchen would hurt Wang Jinling. But after spending a long time together, Zhai Dongming realized that Feng Qingchen never wanted to fight, never wanted to climb up.

She had no choice but to climb up.

In this world where people step on each other, he has his grandfather to protect him, and Wang Jinling has the protection of the Wang family, but what about Feng Qingchen? She is alone.

As a weak woman, if she wanted to protect herself and live with dignity, she had to fight with others and climb up.

Feng Qingchen, who fell into the dust, could be crushed to death by anyone. If Feng Qingchen wanted to survive, she had to learn to be strong and to protect herself.

Zhai Dongming's heartache for Feng Qingchen reached its peak when Su Wan and Yao Hua forced her to tame the horse, and he silently requested Prince Su.

Prince Su sighed and lowered his voice, "Dongming, do you think you are the only smart one among those present? Look at the Crown Prince, the Ninth Prince, the Prince of Luo, and the Prince of Chunyu. Do you think they didn't see it? Some things are not as simple as they seem."

The person Prince Su was most worried about was Zhai Dongming. This kid was very stubborn and had no ideas at all. How could he be confident in handing over the Shenjiying of Dongling to him?

Without the Shenjiying, can the Zhai family still gain a foothold in Dongling? His son and daughter-in-law have died. Dongming is the last bloodline of the Zhai family. He must protect the bloodline of the Zhai family no matter what.

"Grandpa, I..." Zhai Dongming lowered his shoulders weakly.

"Dongming, once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. The competition has begun, and it will not stop unless Feng Qingchen dies. Feng Qingchen knew that there was something wrong with the horse earlier than us, but she didn't say it because she knew very well that some things can only be kept to herself and cannot be said no matter what.

These wild horses were prepared by each country itself. Do you think the horses from Xiling were not tampered with? Do you think the horses from Dongling were not tampered with? Everyone knows this and it must not be brought to the table. "

"I understand, Grandpa!" Zhai Dongming sat back dejectedly, glaring at Su Wan from time to time, but unfortunately Su Wan didn't care at all.

Feng Qingchen knew that she could not hold on any longer. If the horse did not stop, she would fall off the horse, and the end of her falling off the horse would definitely be death.

Originally, she didn't want to use drugs. After all, once the drugs were used, the horse would faint immediately, which would easily arouse people's suspicion. But now she couldn't hold on any longer. She didn't want to think about anything else but to make the horse stop quickly.

"Feng Qingchen seems unable to hold on any longer." This time, even the young masters in the stands could see that something was wrong with Feng Qingchen.

Everyone was worried about Feng Qingchen.

The smile on Su Wan's face became brighter and brighter, and she curled her lips provocatively, looking as if she was sure of victory.

But at this moment, Feng Qingchen suddenly flattered the horse, shook the reins hard, and drove Cangshan Yunmo, who was sitting down, to speed up again.

“Gee! Gee!”

As fast as lightning, Cangshan Moyun seemed tireless, and rushed forward with the sound of horse hooves, raising a cloud of dust behind him. At this time, everyone could no longer see Feng Qingchen's appearance, and the flying dust blocked everyone's sight.

"Feng Qingchen has gone crazy."

This was the only thing everyone could think of.

While driving at high speed, Feng Qingchen had to take out the handkerchief and put it under Cangshan Moyun's nose, which was extremely difficult.

After Feng Qingchen took out the handkerchief, she immediately lay on the horse's back, hugged the horse's neck with both hands, and pushed the handkerchief forward. The horse's head jumped around, and Feng Qingchen waved the handkerchief. As long as there was wind, the medicine would take effect.

The moment he pulled out the handkerchief, Feng Qingchen held his breath. It would be embarrassing if he inhaled the drug and passed out.

Amid the sound of Dada's horse's hooves, Feng Qingchen suddenly heard the sound of clothes tearing.

Bar bar...

The sound was not loud, but extremely harsh.

"The clothes are torn? (5) How is that possible?"

Feng Qingchen dodged and the Cangshan Moyun flew away. Feng Qingchen screamed and fell off the horse.

"Feng Qingchen has fallen!"

That's for sure.

In an instant, everyone stood up, even the emperor stood up, looking at the flying dust, trying to find the shadow of Feng Qingchen or Cangshan Moyun in the dust.

However, the dust was too thick and everyone could only vaguely see a shadow flash by. Then there was a loud "bang" which startled everyone.

"What's that sound? Where's Cangshan Moyun? Why is he gone?"

This is the sound of Cangshan Moyun falling to the ground.

Feng Qingchen held his head and rolled around in the horse field for several times before finally stopping. After a brief shock, Feng Qingchen woke up, but his mind was a little confused and he bit his tongue hard.

Feeling the pain, Feng Qingchen finally realized his current situation. His body was covered with scratches and his clothes were torn. The most horrifying were the scratches on his back. Because his clothes were torn, his skin was in direct contact with the sand and stones on the ground, and all the sand was clamped into his skin.

But at this moment Feng Qingchen felt no pain. All her attention was focused on her torn clothes.

Feng Qingchen bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from crying.

How could she face people without any clothes on? The rumors on her wedding day had finally died down, but were they going to happen again? Was she going to face the contempt and scorn of the world again?