Chapter 147: The sick prince is too clingy (68)
Chapter 147 The sick prince is too clingy (68)
Duanmuhan didn't expect to get involved with himself, and after a little thought, he understood the reason.
Haha, it turns out that his Jojo still knows to be jealous.
The corner of her mouth smiled, and she looked at her dozingly: "Well, I'll help you prove it."
"Save me some meat, but don't eat it all."
She is not full yet.
Duanmuhan touched her head: "Keep them all for you. Be careful not to get hurt."
Su Qiao glanced at the wooden chess, raised his chin: "Don't worry, you can wait to eat roast deer."
The people below immediately prepared the venue, and Duanmuhan specially asked Shi Bei to bring his own horse.
Mu Qi'er stood up neatly, and won the chants of the men in Saibei.
Condescending, she looked down at Su Qiao with a smug look on her face.
Su Qiao gave her a slanted look, took the whip that Duanmuhan handed over, walked to the horse, touched the edge of the horse's mouth, leaned in and said softly: "You have to come on for a while, otherwise it won't be delicious in the future. "
The brown horse arched her hand in favor, then lifted up high and screamed, as if responding to Su Qiao's words.
[Host, rest assured, this big guy has not been comparable to ordinary horses since he drank a drop of Lingquan two days ago, and the horse of the Great Demon King is not an ordinary horse in the first place, this is the king of horses. 】
Mu Qi'er waited impatiently: "What are you still rubbing? Isn't it afraid? If you're afraid, give up early."
The women over Saibei were also covering their mouths and laughing.
"Muqier is the jewel of our grassland, so the Central Plains woman must be scared."
"What kind of general's daughter is so thin, it seems that she can pant even if she takes two more steps, how can she compare with our wooden chess?"
"That's right, that face is more beautiful, I heard that I'm still a fool."
Su Qiao glanced at them coldly, no longer wasting time, a little bit on the ground, and people jumped on the horse.
That posture is more beautiful than Mu Qi'er's previous movements.
Drinking Lingquan and taking a bath in Lingquan these days, Su Qiao not only looks more and more refined and beautiful, but also improves her physical fitness a lot.
Internal gong practice is even more rapid, and the light gong of the past has also returned.
Everyone couldn't believe their eyes, and they whispered.
"God, this is... light work?"
"Isn't she a fool?"
A fool who knows how to ride a horse is good, but he can do it lightly?
"Didn't that Miss Su Er just talk about it? General Su Da has been taking her by her side to teach herself."
But even if she has been with her to teach herself, she is still a fool.
"I heard that the daughter of General Su was actually extremely smart when she was a child. She was able to read and write poems at the age of three. She only burned out her brain when she fell ill. But even so, it's just a little simpler. Not very stupid."
"It's no wonder that she was able to answer her questions just now."
There was a lot of discussion from the audience here, and the game over there has already started.
Mu Qier was the first to raise his whip, and the horse under the seat whizzed and galloped out.
Su Qiao is not in a hurry, but just follows behind unhurriedly, seeing that he is not far from the end.
Everyone felt that the ending was set, and Mu Qier also showed triumphant pride.
Su Qiao patted the horse's back. The horse seemed to understand, and with a whistle, he galloped forward like flying.
It was almost a blink of an eye that passed the proud Mu Qi'er. Before everyone had reacted, the red flagpole had already appeared in Su Qiao's hand.
"Haha, I won, Miss won."
Spring Painting has been staring nervously, and when Su Qiao bent down to get the flagpole, she was the first to cheer and jump up.
Everyone was shocked on the spot.
What a fast speed.
They only saw an afterimage.
Does that horse also have light skills and can fly?
(End of this chapter)
