The male god in the quick transmigration story is super fierce.

Chapter 30 The Fairy Tale Prince Has Been Tricked (7)

I heard that this princess has a violent temper, and now I have another impression of her, shameless!
No matter how much all the princesses like her, they just look at her from a distance and blush, this, huh.

Except for the value of force, there is nothing in line with his aesthetics.

His face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and he strode out.

Start today's practice.

At noon, Liang Jing could only eat at the camp because he was too far away from here.

Nan Qian watched and followed suit.

If you want to attack the male god, you can't let go of a chance.

The canteen was unprecedentedly lively.

Because princes from various countries came to study, and it snowed so much, the top chefs of the kingdom were specially invited to cook the meals.

Nanqian was sitting on a table in a corner, but she finished her training early, so Prince Liangjing finished her training after she had finished cooking.

On the other seats, princesses sit with princesses, and princes sit with princes.

Walking around is very lively, many people chatting in a group.

After all, he is a person with status in a small country, and most of them are just comparing each other.

Nan Qian snorted coldly, and sat generously in a small corner eating her own food.

Quietly, occupying a large table alone, without any embarrassment.

After eating quickly, he walked out gracefully.

Hitting the target bored at training camp.

Hit the bullseye with one hit every time.

After a while, everyone arrived and continued training.

In the evening, each son returned with his guards.

I don't know who came over, glanced at the princess, and called out respectfully, "Princess Qianye."

Nan Qian nodded and left.

I don't know, but I am a little ashamed to look at the figure of the princess going away.

This princess, she knew, was actually lonely.

She is on the battlefield alone, and because she is not good-looking, she is excluded by the rest of the princesses, so she doesn't like to wear guards and servants.

In the past, he had always been by her side without knowing.

He is also the only person she is not very repulsed by.

Even more so every time I knew it and called him.

However, he followed Prince Liangjing away and abandoned her.

Liang Jing watched him keep looking there, and tapped him with his finger.

"Let's go."

I don't know how to lower my head, "Yes, prince."

Then he got on the horse, led the prince's sedan chair, and walked in the snow.

The next morning, the princess arrived at the school, very sleepy.

It seems that this time is her bedtime.

This time, I woke up halfway through the session.

Nan Qian opened his eyes in confusion.

Take out a notebook from the side.

With the pattern of the princess, the light blue book is really beautiful.

Liang Jing frowned and looked at her.

Nan Qian frowned, and said in a low voice, "Help me with yesterday's homework."

Liang Jing said indifferently, "Why should I write for you?"

"You write beautifully, help me write for me, please, the master will accept it in a while."

Nanqian's voice was sweet and glutinous, just waking up, like a restless cat.

Liang Jing is cold-eyed.

In the end, Nan Qian slept very comfortably, but Prince Liang Jing who was writing next to him was holding the pen, and he didn't know why he agreed.

Nan Qian woke up and took a look at the neat handwriting on her notebook. Perhaps in order not to be discovered, Liang Jing deliberately changed the font to write.

She smiled and looked at Liang Jing, "Thank you."

Liang Jing snapped his fingers and ignored it.

When it was time for training, Nanqian was very serious.

Her ability on the battlefield is enough to be a teacher.

"Princess Qianye, why don't you teach Prince Liang Jing?"

The teacher has a headache, this Liang Jing...has never practiced martial arts, and has been making mistakes all the time.

Liang Jing understood what the teacher said, and immediately realized why, her ears felt a little hot.

Nan Qian glanced at him, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she smiled confidently, "Okay."

As he spoke, he strode over.

Slender fingers clenched his fingers.

It was only then that she suddenly realized that, apart from her dark face, her fingers were very fair.

Holding his hand tightly, he began to dance with his sword.

Liang Jing followed her posture without distracting thoughts, and finally mastered that move.

I don't know why, but this time when Nan Qian was eating, Liang Jing came over.

sat next to her.

Nanqian raised an eyebrow.

Cast yourself into the net?

Liang Jing glanced at her with thin eyes, and his tone was as cold as the heavy snow all over the sky, "Thank you for today."

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(End of this chapter)