Chapter 65

Caress the white horse's neck with care and learn from Jiang Pengji's previous actions to comfort the horse.

The horse was pitiful. It was clearly a northern Xinjiang war horse. Its hair was pure white and there was no motley color all over her. Liu she took a lot of effort to get it back. However, she became a horse pulling a horse cart with a master of war five dregs, and almost lost all the horses.

Shangguan Wan lamented, "Alas, Wan'er thinks sister Jingxian and brother Lanting are really matched..."

It's wrong to enter the corrupt door at a young age.

Jiang Pengji's eyes flashed, "you girl pretended to be deaf and dumb again. Brother Lanting died early, but sister Lanting is in front of you."

Shangguan Wan teased, "I call you sister in front of others. Do you dare to promise?"

At this time, Jiang Pengji found that the painting style on the bullet screen had changed again, and she didn't understand it at all.

[overbearing President]: hhhhhhh, monkey, I'll call you, do you dare to promise?

[LAN destroys jade without breaking]: hhhhhhh, monkey, I call you, do you dare to promise?

[dining aunt]: hhhhhhh, monkey, I'll call you, do you dare to promise?

Jiang Pengji is full of monkeys on the screen. How boring are those viewers?

What else can you do besides copy?

She put her hands around her chest, raised her eyelids and looked like a scoundrel in the end, "I really dare not respond..."

Taking advantage of the height of Malaysia, Shangguan Wanyao looked at Yaji from a distance and seemed to have changed activities, "do they want to play archery and throw pots?"

"A group of white cut chickens without any weight. What's good to see?"

Jiang Pengji rolled her eyes and did not hide her contempt.

Shangguan Wan nodded casually, "that's right. Brother Lanting is the most powerful. Wan'er still wants to walk twice..."

Seeing that she was going to lead the horse back, Shangguan Wan held the horse's neck with a look of refusing to come down.

"You've become an elite..." Jiang Pengji muttered. She just came up with this idea.

Although the restrictions on women are not too strict now. If accompanied, you can go shopping and participate in the poetry fair. However, some things can't be done if you want to. Shangguan Wan is young and has more constraints. Even if you want to ride a horse, you can only ride a pony.

Now riding on the back of such a tall horse, I just feel the air around me is fresh.

Humming nursery rhymes, the lively tune makes people feel happy.

Jiang Pengji here had no idea that her appointed cashier had caused some trouble for her and cut the faces of several noble sons.

"Please take a look."

Xu Ke wrote. There was a piece of paper on his desk. The handwriting on it was thin and powerful, and it was difficult to hide his edge.

"You --"

Although he is a straw bag, he has some self-restraint at least. He can't abuse this kind of uneducated behavior.

Feng Jin, who is watching a series of things, looks at Xu Ke, who is humble but powerful. Then he looks at the figure of a small ant walking around with a big horse in the distance. He eats a mouthful of tea silently... He'd better be a tea audience silently.

Why did things develop into such a tense situation?

This also starts with Jiang Pengji being mildly worn by Shangguan to walk her horse.

Xu Ke and tread snow are not convenient to follow, so they just stay in Yaji.

It seems that several of them have been told their real purpose by their elders and have reported to Liu Lanting that they want to see a good play.

I thought I would see the other party smoking and the embarrassment of a prairie overhead, but I didn't expect that she didn't pay attention to others at all.

She was shameless to admit that she was not good at Ci and Fu. She was called by other activities. She directly threw a decadent and boring look like being loveless, which made it difficult for them to continue grinding her. Naturally, the good play already prepared could not be seen.

In this way, they really have no way to take each other's face.

Then his eyes were staggered, and he took his official daughter to walk the horse!

The monk can't run away from the temple, let alone the little boy and maidservant she brought are still there.

The husband, who was choked by Jiang Pengji before, mocked her in a low voice. The content was obscure and the insider naturally understood it.

Xu Ke doesn't belong to the insider, but he is smart. The words fall to his ears. How can he figure out what's wrong.

Later, some people ridiculed Jiang Pengji for her lack of knowledge of literature and ink, her reputation as a negative Liu she, and the "illiterate" of the noble family.

If it's just like this, it's just that they don't feel strong enough to operate on Xu Ke.

You can't humiliate your master, so can you humiliate your slave.

TA Xue is a handmaid. Although these guys were criticized as straw bags by Jiang Pengji, they always have good Kung Fu on the surface, so they won't be involved in Ta Xue.

So... I was beaten in the face... That's the process

Looking for Xu Ke to discuss poetry and Fu, he was beaten in the face once, and hurt more and more.

Feng Jin couldn't bear to look straight at her face. She didn't dare to look at the tragedy.

Xu Ke's family background is not very good. Ordinary people have difficulty reading. The cheapest book in the bookstore is also chewed by ordinary people for half a year. Reading is very expensive. It's not easy for Xu Ke to win... And the value of poetry lies in spirituality, which Xu Ke does not lack.

If you change the examination of strategy theory or holy word, it is estimated that he will be stretched out.

The reality is that a group of mediocre straw bags who boast of talents want to show off. They happen to bump into Xu Ke's strengths and are forced to be a man.

Feng Jin smiled. "Sure enough, it's unwise to attack the enemy's strengths with your own weaknesses."

Xu Ke glanced at him secretly. He continued to maintain a calm look on his face, but he was secretly empty in his heart.

On the other side, Wuma Jun smiled and turned around, but the deviation was very obvious.

"Mr. Lang, why bother with a mere Cheap slave? It's just a coincidence."

Xu Ke's eyes were dark and quietly clenched his fist.

But on this occasion, he can't continue to fight for strength, or he will be killed in shame and anger, and others won't say anything.

No matter how talented, an identity can kill people.

Watching Xu Ke suffer, Feng Jin suggested with a smile, "it's not a poem or two that can solve the problem of governing the country and the family. Why should you care so much? It's OK to lose a foot and a half, but it's just fun to pass the time. Now the spring is just right. Talking about poetry is too monotonous. What do you think of horse racing and pot throwing? The fish are fat, and fishing by the river is also fun."

Feng Jin gently said to Xu Ke, "go down and ask LAN Ting if you are interested in playing."

Wuma Jun turned his head and looked at Feng Jin with an inexplicable look.

"Wait --" Feng Jin just wanted to be relieved, but she heard the husband in pink clothes smiling and proposing, "the husband said very well, but... Ordinary throwing pot and archery. It's estimated that you've played too much and are tired of it now. I suggest you try something new? It's said that the people in Northern Xinjiang are fierce and often make slaves have something on their head as an arrow target..."

After hearing this, Feng Jin suddenly clenched her hand in her sleeve with a little warning, "Oh?"

"It's just a funny thing to kill time. Why don't you let him have a try?"