The middle-aged man said with a smile, "Third Young Master Chu has good eyesight, and he picked this good horse at a glance and won the competition, which is gratifying." ”

Third Young Master Chu was proud, although he knew that it was not like that at all, but it did not prevent him from chattering.

The middle-aged man continued, " This horse is these days into Beijing, in the border is very thin, my master spent three taels of silver to buy, see it thin, originally intended to release, give it a way to live, did not expect it to follow all the way into Beijing, my master is riding a thousand miles of good horses, all the way to the best food feeding, into Beijing are inevitably out of breath, this horse is in good spirits, obviously a thousand miles of horses in a thousand horses, my master has raised horses for many years, he thinks he knows everything about horses, this time he looked away, coincided with horse racing, and put this horse into the stable, to see if it can meet the destined people。 ”

"I see," Third Young Master Chu nodded and smiled.

He touched the horse's hair and said, "You will follow me in the future." ”

As if he could understand human speech, the horse turned his head and exhaled towards the third young master of Chu.

King Mingjun smiled, "I don't think this horse seems to be willing to follow you, do you want to mess with me?"

Third Young Master Chu rolled his eyes, "When did King Mingjun understand horse language?"

If you want to steal his horse, no way!

The little servant came over and led the horse down, and the third young master Chu sat down in high spirits and poured tea in a big gulp.

After the men's race, it's time to watch the women's race, the women's horse racing is not so passionate, but the posture is beautiful.

There are a lot of ladies participating in the competition, there are more than 20 people, they used to pick horses, and naturally they chose horses with gentle temperaments.

It was such a gentle horse that suddenly went crazy, threw Zhao Yan off the horse, stepped on it, and trampled her into serious injuries.

And the person behind it, the Zhao family has been looking for many years, but they have not found it.

She had heard Mrs. Zhao say more than once that if she found the person to do it, she must be allowed to taste what it means to be cut by a thousand knives, and the pain of life is worse than death.

Minglan sat there, her eyes staring at Zhao Yan all the time, after all, no one knew which horse Zhao Yan would pick, whether someone was deliberately calculating her, or whether she was unlucky to carry the disaster for others.

In this life, she has to take a good look at it.

Minglan looked at the snow-white, hairless horse, and watched it being pulled out by Mu Jinghua.

Her brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, why did she pick that horse?

Do you want to warn her?

What if the horse is drugged?

Minglan hesitated, only to see Zhao Yan walking towards Mu Jinghua, obviously, she wanted the horse, but Mu Jinghua took the lead.

Mu Jinghua and Zhao Yan have a general relationship, Zhao Yan hopes that Mu Jinghua will give her the horse, but Mu Jinghua is unwilling.

But in the end, the horse still arrived in Zhao Yan's hands, and Mu Jinghua's face was ugly, in stark contrast to Zhao Yan's bright smile.

Zhao Yan took the white horse away, and Mu Jinghua picked another jujube red horse.

As soon as the gongs and drums sounded, the game began.

All this seems to be no different from the previous life.

Seeing that Minglan couldn't take his eyes off it, Chu Feng came over and said, "No one has done anything to that horse." ”

No?

Minglan's mood was a little complicated, Zhao Yan was unlucky, she was happy, but she really couldn't bear to see such a bloody scene.

It is estimated that in this life, her rebirth has changed many people, Zhao Yan targets her everywhere, but she has no intention of targeting others, and if she doesn't make enemies, naturally no one will harm her.

It doesn't matter if there is no more, after Zhao Yan was unlucky in the previous life, there will almost be no more horse races.

Mrs. Zhao had the heart to let Zhao Yan marry Zhao Yi, and in the future, she hurt her body, and no one asked to marry, so she could wait until the day when Zhao Yi ascended the throne.

If she is intact and in her prime, she must marry.

With a little tricking, she may be able to find out as soon as possible that Zhao Yi is not Mrs. Zhao's own child.

Having made up his mind, Minglan took a sip of tea and watched them ride on horseback one by one, feeling envious.

Soon, horse racing officially began.

Everyone didn't run fast, Zhao Yan ran at the front, followed by the county lord of Changle and Shen Lanxin, and then a few girls from Jiangmen.

Mu Jinghua took a few steps back, but the distance between them did not widen.

After running two laps, some of the ladies fell behind, Zhao Yan was unique, and many noble ladies were envious of Mrs. Zhao for giving birth to a good daughter.

Mrs. Zhao couldn't close her mouth happily, with a look of satisfaction with a woman like this and a proud face.

However, the field of play is changing rapidly.

Suddenly, Zhao Yan's horse went crazy, and the girl ran forward, Zhao Yan was a weak female streamer, how could she grasp the reins, and rolled off the horse's back, just under the hooves of the county lord of Changle, she didn't react, and the horse stepped on it.

Zhao Yan's screams broke through the sky.

Those who watched the excitement almost stood up in shock by this scene.

Mrs. Zhao didn't mention it in one breath, and fainted directly.

The playing field was in chaos in an instant.

Minglan was also shocked, she asked Chu Feng to stare at the white horse, he just said that no one did anything, how could Zhao Yan still have an accident.

Could it be that the one who wanted to harm her was in the horse racing team?

But how did those ladies move?

Minglan stared at the racecourse, and those ladies tightened their reins and walked towards Zhao Yan.

Only one person was retreating, as if he had been squeezed out by a pile.

Mu Jinghua's face was pale, her hands were clutched, and for some reason, the ring she was wearing fell to the ground with a click.

She hurriedly crouched down and picked up the ring.

She held the ring tightly in her hand and chased after the little girl who carried Zhao Yan away.

Minglan was shocked by this scene, and her heart set off a huge wave, it couldn't be her black hand......

There is a hidden weapon in the gold bracelet passed to her by her mother, which is something from the Muyang Hou Mansion, and her mother has it, so maybe my uncle also has it.

Just now, Mu Jinghua was riding a horse behind Zhao Yan, very close, very close, she had a chance to start.

Thinking of Fang Cai Mu Jinghua's panicked appearance, Minglan was not sure whether it was because she was afraid of being hurt or scared by Zhao Yan's falling horse, she didn't like to guess, so she called Chu Feng over and told him a few words.

The racecourse has suffered a great change, and no one is in the mood to watch it anymore, so they all pinch a cold sweat for Zhao Yan.

Especially those generals, on the battlefield, I don't know how many soldiers died under the enemy's iron horse, and when they went down, Miss Zhao was more than lucky.

Zhao Yan was sent back to the Zhao family, and Chu Li took Minglan back to the palace.

Entering the house, just after sitting down, Chu Feng jumped out of the window and came in, he walked up to Minglan, put a small ring in front of her, and said, "This is thrown by the eldest girl of Muyang Houfu." ”

She threw the ring away!

She used to underestimate her so much!

Picking up the ring, Minglan turned his hand twice.

I saw an invisible silver needle shoot out of the ring, and it shot straight towards the Duobao Pavilion on the side, and a high-grade colored porcelain peony bottle fell to the ground with a click, shattering to the ground.