Muyin once had a fine sweat-blooded horse, and the horse accompanied her in countless wars. Now Jiang Songyu's whereabouts are unknown, and she doesn't know what happened to the horse...
Is he well fed? Is he sleeping warmly? Is there someone to accompany him in carnival racing? Will he be missed?
Muyin's movements gradually slowed down, and she still couldn't help feeling a little sour when recalling the past.
Yuan Hongxi watched Muyin's green-white fingers flexibly tie the cloth. The warm wind blew gently across her face. Maybe it was a little dirty because of some dust when she fell down, but it did not affect her face.
Beautiful. Her pupils, glowing with moisture like grapes, are extraordinarily black and bright, like two rare black pearls immersed in water.
"It's wrapped." Muyin patted the dust on his hands, raised his eyebrows and smiled, but there was a little loneliness in his bright eyes, which made Yuan Hongxi feel a slight movement in his heart.
What's this strange feeling? Why do her eyes look so much like hers? Could it be that she is Han Queluo? No, it's impossible. The Han family was massacred overnight, and it is said that she is dead. But why does he want to get close?
Where is this person? Yuan Hongxi can't figure out why he is like this.
When the horse saw that the wound was not as painful as before, it stared at a pair of big eyes with tears glistening. It hummed and moved towards Muyin, rubbing the boss's horse's face towards her, as if to thank her. If Muyin
If the sound can understand the voice of animals, then this horse must be saying: Beauty, beauty, I love you.
Muyin also brushed back and put his right hand on its mane. His expression was full of endearment and his eyes were curved like crescent moons.
She turned back to Yuan Hongxi and grinned: "Do you want me to wash this fabric and bring it to you?"
Yuan Hongxi: "..."
Suddenly, Muyin thought of something again and swallowed nervously: "Yuan Hongxi, you said that neither of us reached the finish line first, so does that mean that the competition just now will be cancelled?"
Then I didn’t agree to the competition at all, okay? Yuan Hongxi secretly cursed.
"...It's up to you." Yuan Hongxi compromised.
At this time, the guards behind him rushed up in a hurry. The horse's poisonous blood had been drained and it was ready to go. Muyin had no choice but to frown and return to the carriage to sit obediently.
When Huzi saw Muyin's dirty look, he stared at her with a straight face, then grinned...
It must have been a bad fall.
This time Muyin finally became honest.
The princess in the carriage was not only sleeping, but also sleeping, snoring softly.
Muyin was so depressed that she raised the curtain and looked at Yuan Hongxi who was riding a horse. Yuan Hongxi was only a few steps away from the carriage, leaving most of his profile reflected in Muyin's pupils.
In fact, I didn't pay much attention to him, so it seemed...
Yuan Hongxi was wearing a moon-white dress, with a pale purple brocade belt tied around his waist. His dark hair was blown open by the wind, and his peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed. Occasionally, the sun shone through the lush trees.
The light and shadow cast down, outlining his profile even more beautifully.
In fact, he's... quite good-looking.
Muyin looked away, swallowed, and asked the guard driving the carriage: "How long until we arrive?"
"It will probably take a few sticks of incense," the leading guard replied.
Oh, that's okay.
Muyin was really afraid of being bored.
She lowered the curtain and turned her attention to the princess who was still sleeping soundly. How could this princess sleep better than a pig?
As if sensing Muyin's fiery gaze, Shen Ning gently opened her eyes with her long and thick eyelashes, and her heart skipped a beat. This was indeed not a dream, and she couldn't help but feel annoyed.
"Hey, where is this?" Shen Ning knocked on his stuffy head, feeling like a ball of paste inside.
Muyin saw her and said angrily: "On the carriage."
"Holy crap! Of course I know we're on a carriage!" Shen Ning roared.
The volume was obviously too loud, and the leading guard twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, thinking that the princess was really stimulated.
Yuan Hongxi was sitting a little far away on the horse. Although he couldn't hear clearly, he heard Shen Ning's roar and couldn't help but sweat the sound inside. This Shen Ning's temper was spoiled by Concubine Ning.
, and he still has a status in the heart of his father.
If Muyin offended her... Muyin once had a fine horse with blood, and the horse accompanied her in countless wars. Now Jiang Songyu's whereabouts are unknown, and she doesn't know what happened to the horse...
Is he well fed? Is he sleeping warmly? Is there someone to accompany him in carnival racing? Will he be missed?
Muyin's movements gradually slowed down, and she still couldn't help feeling a little sour when recalling the past.
Yuan Hongxi watched Muyin's green-white fingers flexibly tie the cloth. The warm wind blew gently across her face. Maybe it was a little dirty because of some dust when she fell down, but it did not affect her face.
Beautiful. Her pupils, glowing with moisture like grapes, are extraordinarily black and bright, like two rare black pearls immersed in water.
"It's wrapped." Muyin patted the dust on his hands, raised his eyebrows and smiled, but there was a little loneliness in his bright eyes, which made Yuan Hongxi feel a slight movement in his heart.
What's this strange feeling? Why do her eyes look so much like hers? Could it be that she is Han Queluo? No, it's impossible. The Han family was massacred overnight, and it is said that she is dead. But why does he want to get close?
Where is this person? Yuan Hongxi can't figure out why he is like this.
When the horse saw that the wound was not as painful as before, it stared at a pair of big eyes with tears glistening. It hummed and moved towards Muyin, rubbing the boss's horse's face towards her, as if to thank her. If Muyin
If the sound can understand the voice of animals, then this horse must be saying: Beauty, beauty, I love you.
Muyin also brushed back and put his right hand on its mane. His expression was full of endearment and his eyes were curved like crescent moons.
She turned back to Yuan Hongxi and grinned: "Do you want me to wash this fabric and bring it to you?"
Yuan Hongxi: "..."
Suddenly, Muyin thought of something again and swallowed nervously: "Yuan Hongxi, you said that neither of us reached the finish line first, so does that mean that the competition just now will be cancelled?"
Then I didn’t agree to the competition at all, okay? Yuan Hongxi secretly cursed.
"...It's up to you." Yuan Hongxi compromised.
At this time, the guards behind him rushed up in a hurry. The horse's poisonous blood had been drained and it was ready to go. Muyin had no choice but to frown and return to the carriage to sit obediently.
When Huzi saw Muyin's dirty look, he stared at her with a straight face, then grinned...
It must have been a bad fall.
This time Muyin finally became honest.
The princess in the carriage was not only sleeping, but also sleeping, snoring softly.
Muyin was so depressed that she raised the curtain and looked at Yuan Hongxi who was riding a horse. Yuan Hongxi was only a few steps away from the carriage, leaving most of his profile reflected in Muyin's pupils.
In fact, I didn't pay much attention to him, so it seemed...
Yuan Hongxi was wearing a moon-white dress, with a pale purple brocade belt tied around his waist. His dark hair was blown open by the wind, and his peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed. Occasionally, the sun shone through the lush trees.
The light and shadow cast down, outlining his profile even more beautifully.
In fact, he's... quite good-looking.
Muyin looked away, swallowed, and asked the guard driving the carriage: "How long until we arrive?"
"It will probably take a few sticks of incense," the leading guard replied.
Oh, that's okay.
Muyin was really afraid of being bored.
She lowered the curtain and turned her attention to the princess who was still sleeping soundly. How could this princess sleep better than a pig?
As if sensing Muyin's fiery gaze, Shen Ning gently opened her eyes with her long and thick eyelashes, and her heart skipped a beat. This was indeed not a dream, and she couldn't help but feel annoyed.
"Hey, where is this?" Shen Ning knocked on his stuffy head, feeling like a ball of paste inside.
Muyin saw her and said angrily: "On the carriage."
"Holy crap! Of course I know we're on a carriage!" Shen Ning roared.
The volume was obviously too loud, and the leading guard twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, thinking that the princess was really stimulated.
Yuan Hongxi was sitting a little far away on the horse. Although he couldn't hear clearly, he heard Shen Ning's roar and couldn't help but sweat the sound inside. This Shen Ning's temper was spoiled by Concubine Ning.
, and he still has a status in the heart of his father.
