The follower came over respectfully, "Report to Your Majesty, I went to the Ministry of Revenue, pretended to be a eunuch and sneaked in and found the Song family's household registration Huang Book.

The refusal of household registration shows that General Song’s wife Yun is the eldest princess who met a poor orphan girl who was killed by a robber on the road while fighting on the frontier. She took her back to her house as a child bride for General Song.”

Dan Tai Mo took the yellow booklet and saw that the identity information of Yun's clamp was a good citizen who was fleeing his family in a small village flooded by the flood.

From the perspective of household registration.

Yun has a clear origin and has nothing to do with his missing sister.

So Song Zhao couldn't be his niece of Dan Tai Mo?

Dan Tai Mo raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, his expression becoming more and more unfathomable.

He closed the yellow booklet, and could not see any emotional change. He seemed to be completely distracted. He knocked his fingertips on his knees, "Put it back."

Dan Tai Mo raised his head slightly and continued to stare at the horse farm with his eyes fixedly-

As cheers came one after another, the South Vietnamese shemale stood there in a daze, her eyes almost glaring out.

Song Zhao's slender body fell back to his horse, and his overly delicate face had a flamboyant smile, frivolous and wanton, "The Nanyue shemale is just a little trick, so the princess of Dasheng doesn't need much ability."

“…”

Depend on!

Aren’t women usually weak? Why are they so capable in front of them and can also use their light skills, and they don’t have a single breath after running for so long?

The two shemale felt they had met an opponent.

The dominance of polo once again came to Song Zhao's hands.

At this time, the referee reminded that there was only the last two balls.

This means that if they can't grab the last two balls, Nanyue will lose.

The envoy general was not decent, so he jumped up and shouted, "You two can find a way to intercept the ball, we must not lose."

"Princess Zhaoyang will win, you will be the strongest to kill the shemale!" The front-row general's desire to win and lose reached the strongest at this moment, and they yelled together.

The two ladies in Nanyue looked at each other. At the moment the polo was sent out, they rushed towards Song Zhao from both sides, trying to take the opportunity to disrupt her rhythm and grab the ball.

They still didn't believe it anymore, and neither of them could handle Song Zhao.

Song Zhao leisurely lifted his eyelids. The moment they surrounded him, the horse's four hooves raised high and crossed over them in the air.

"Peak horse! This is Pegasus!" The referee was the first to shout.

After hosting a polo competition for so many years, this is the first time I have seen a woman who can control her horse to gallop.

The girl's three thousand sandalwood hair flashed through the air, drawing a arrogant and arrogant arc.

Polo was also thrown into the goal in one fell swoop, giving both Nanyue shemale no chance to chase the ball.

Two ladies in South Vietnam, "..."

I'm so nervous.

Co-working with this Princess Dasheng will not only leaps into the air immediately.

Even the horse can fly!

They looked down at the horse, and suddenly wanted to slap their horse.

The horse snorted with his eyes squinted, saying that he wanted to slap them too.

Don’t look at the fact that the other girl is so thin, isn’t it easy to control horse flying?

If you two are tall and big, it will be great if it can drive the whole field to run?

The last ball came to Song Zhao's hands.

She rode a horse in the wind, pinching the club casually, casually and lazy.

The entire paddock became quieter and quieter without any noise.

Whether it was in Nanyue or the people of his own country, they all stared at the beautiful girl in black.

The sun is rising.
Chapter completed!