Ran Ziwan's car gradually moved forward with the slow flow of people on Taifu Street, and he didn't hear of Ran Ziqing's so-called proposal to walk over. She is like this, if she talks about what others say, how she excites, her heart is as transparent as a mirror, how can she be at the mercy of others?

At the corner of the street that was about to arrive at Zhenfu a few dozen meters, the third prince of the Prime Minister's Mansion, who was originally arguing with others, immediately turned around at this time and looked at the carriage that had no intention of stopping. Who dares to be so bold, is it necessary to crush the past from the body of this son?

Xue Lingfeng stood in the middle of the street, looking like an official eunuch. There were not many people pointing around, and the child on the ground who was beaten by the third prince of the Prime Minister's Mansion looked helplessly at the crowd, his palm-sized smiling face was covered with blood, and only the big eyes that seemed to be round and purring turned in horror.

That kid is just an ordinary dredge in the Academy of Letters, who doesn't know why he provoked the third son of the Prime Minister's Mansion. That Xue Lingfeng has never touched the fragrance of books, and since he was a child, he was just a street ruffian in the imperial capital.

Many old people in the imperial capital city raise their own children and grandchildren, and they will always use Xue Lingfeng, who is unlearned and unskilled, to preach in the opposite direction.

"Young Master Ling Feng, get out of the way, the carriage is about to come." Beware of hurting you. The little guy immediately protected Xue Lingfeng beside him, his eyes looked at the speeding carriage fiercely, and he couldn't help but skip a half-beat heart when he glanced at the face of the carriage driver.

At the beginning of the Dynasty, the first emperor advocated the people to raise horses, so since the founding of the Dynasty, the folk horse industry has experienced a process of decline and prosperity, when the Yuan Dynasty was prosperous, not only the government had many official horses, the number of private horses of the people was also considerable, and the carriage naturally became an important means of travel.

It's just that in the heavens, the dignity and humility of the chariot ride level are very obvious, and the emperor has five chariots for serving, such as jade chariots, golden chariots, elephant chariots, leather chariots, wooden chariots, and cultivator cars, Anche, Siwang cars, as well as twelve genus cars for the purpose of ceremonial guards, such as the guide car, the Jili drum car, the egret car, and the evil car. The queen of the middle palace has Chong Zhai, tired Zhai, Zhai Che, Anche, Siwang Che, Jin Gen Che Liu, etc. The crown prince and the princes and ministers also had their own cars, and there were strict regulations according to the rank.

And Ran Ziwan's car was driven by four horses of almost equal height with white bodies, and the wide and majestic car wall was pure black, and a word was printed on the side of the car wall: End!

"What flash, I see who dares to be so presumptuous!"

"That's the car of the Duanjun Palace, Young Master Ling Feng?"

"It turned out to be my father-in-law?"

"Young Master Ling Feng?"

Seeing that Xue Lingfeng was standing in the middle of the street, his momentum was undoubted, and he just didn't let it. Such an unreasonable third young master of the Prime Minister's Mansion has long been accustomed to the people of the imperial capital, and he dares to be angry but does not dare to speak.

"County Lord, how is it good?Third Young Master Xue," the coachman respectfully asked what Ran Ziwan meant.

"Rush over!" Ran Ziwan's face turned cold.

The little scholar who was beaten and his nose was swollen secretly collected his legs and feet, and the pain of being beaten made the child's movement look extremely difficult.

"Little thing, you come over to me!" Watching Ran Ziwan's carriage gradually approach, he didn't seem to have the intention of stopping. The family next to Xue Lingfeng dragged the moving young man fiercely, with a cunning look on his face, and the grim smile made people feel extremely hideous.

"But, that kid?" the coachman whipped down without hesitation, but Zimian suddenly called out at this time.

"Just rush over and kill!" Ran Ziwan's fan-like eyelashes trembled slightly. That kid is going to be fine!

"Miss?" Zimian Zique's heart was trembling, and the speed of the carriage was afraid that it would dye half of Taifu Street red.

"Whew!" the four horses instantly rushed to kill, and the people on the side of the road applauded in their hearts that someone had finally punished the evil boy, and on the other hand, they were a little embarrassed about what happened to the poor little scholar.

"Young Master Ling Feng, let's go!" At this time, the family didn't care about dragging the little scholar under his hand, and was bent on dodging to the safe side street of Taifu Street.

"Ahh

The so-called loyal protector is nothing more than the sentence: "Young Master Ling Feng, go quickly!", and the fastest runner is still the happiest person who calls.

"Female?" except for Ran Ziwan, the frightened crowd shouted loudly at this time!

After Ran Ziwan's carriage rushed over, it had just stopped in front of the Zhenjun Palace, under the strong control of the coachman.

Not far behind, Ran Ziqing's mother and daughter, who had never moved, looked at each other and smiled, today is not in vain, although she Ran Ziwan never got out of the car, but the trouble should not be avoided.

"You?" Xue Lingfeng didn't know whether he was down or surprised, standing on the side of the street, he could avoid the speeding carriage, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak, in the imperial capital of the Heavenly Dynasty, who would dare to be so rampant? Or it would be more appropriate to be arrogant.

In the middle of the night, he jumped down first. Turning around and looking at the street that did not cause a bloody scene, riding a horse, it seemed to be thrilling, but it did not really hurt people in the slightest, and in the middle of the night, I secretly sighed in my heart the splendid beauty of the woman in front of me.

"Lead the little scholar back to the evening pavilion. Ran Ziwan instructed the coachman, turning his head expressionlessly. "Don't let anyone else see it. ”

"Yes, county lord!" said the coachman, complacently.

"You stop!" At this time, Xue Lingfeng was uncontrollably a little crazy, but when he saw Ran Ziwan's face that looked sideways slightly, the anger in his heart seemed to dissipate invisibly.

Alluring the city and the country, cold and heartfelt.

"Why didn't I know that Duanwangfu still had such a daughter?" The arrogance and disdain at that glance made him, the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion who grew up in the circle of powerful people, a little out of reach.

"Why is your ignorance so much?" this was the first time Ran Ziwan spoke. Fifteen years ago, the engagement was broken.

"Aren't you the third lady of Duanwang's Mansion?" Xue Lingfeng still had some hopes, and he still had some expectations for the third miss Ran who had never met before.

Ran Ziwan stepped into Zhenfu, never stopped, his expression was cold, and he had no emotion.

"You, you will marry into the Prime Minister's Mansion in the future, how can you be so rude?" Xue Lingfeng's little guy next to him asked loudly, if he hadn't run fast just now, I am afraid that it would not be as simple as twisting his foot at this time.

"Dog minion, get out of the way!" Before Ran Ziwan could speak, Xue Lingfeng was already furious.

Such a beauty, how to treat it harshly. What's more, marrying into the Prime Minister's Mansion is her own woman, how can she not let people be treated coldly, right?