Chapter 39: Poetry Appreciation (3)
Martial arts are not good, and literary ones are not good. I can't read the four books and five classics, and the poems and songs are even worse.
It's not the first time that the queen has held a poetry appreciation party, and every time before, Ling Luo was the most ugly one.
However, this Ling Luo is not the other Ling Luo, she was not only a genius alchemist in her last life, but also a talented woman full of wealth.
At this poetry appreciation meeting, all the spearheads were pointed at her, and she couldn't admit defeat.
"Don't worry, Shengge, there's no problem." Ling Luo comforted him and stood up, "It's almost time, let's go." ”
"Miss, shall we make carriages?" Sheng Ge asked.
Ling Luo smiled lightly: "What kind of carriage to sit in, there are only three of us in total, and we can ride horses." ”
Ling Luo knew in her heart that with her current status in the Ling Mansion, it was impossible to get any luxurious carriage, and the old woman of the Yu clan would allocate her a tattered one at most, making her embarrassed in front of people.
But horseback riding is different, the Ling family is a general's family, training thousands of soldiers and horses, and there are countless good horses, even if she is no longer favored, she can get a few good horses.
She had already asked Xuanyuan Yu to take her token to pick the horses, and it had been half an hour, and it was almost time to be back.
Sure enough, in a moment, Ling Luo heard the neighing of the war horse at the door of the Feather Spirit Pavilion.
"Alright, Shengge, it's time for us to go out."
Ling Luo stood up and walked out the door first, and then saw two swarhorses with dark bodies.
The two horses were in good shape, and there was not even a trace of stray hair on their bodies, black enough and black enough to be bright enough, except for the white fluff on the four horned hooves.
Ling Luo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in surprise: "Treading snow? You actually want such a precious variety? ”
Xuanyuan Yu smiled indifferently and said, "I had a competition with the lieutenant who guarded the horse ring, and the bet was on these two horses. ”
"Awesome!" Ling Luo gave a thumbs up, "Do you know how long Ling Yue has coveted these two horses?" But grandpa just refused to give it to her, and now you have to use it. ”
Xuanyuan Yu's peach blossom eyes were faintly smiling, and he said, "If you like it, it's fine." ”
Ling Luo touched the body of the horse and said, "Fortunately, Grandpa is now far away from the gate to fight with Dongchen Kingdom, if he knows about it, this deputy general will be miserable." ”
Sheng Ge looked at the two horses, couldn't help frowning, and said with a sad face: "Third Miss, I don't know how to ride a horse." ”
"It's okay, Yu and I will do." Ling Luo picked a smaller one, grabbed the reins of the horse, and said, "There are only two horses in total, so you can stay here and watch the house." ”
Sheng Ge was immediately reluctant, pursed his mouth, and protested: "But Third Miss, every year at the poetry appreciation meeting, Sheng Ge accompanies you." ”
Ling Luo shrugged his shoulders and said, "Since you go every year, give the opportunity to others." ”
"But—"
Ling Luo didn't give her a chance to refute, led the horse and walked out, saying, "Scum, let's go." ”
Sheng Ge was helpless, stomped his feet dissatisfied, and looked at the backs of the two of them gradually moving away, so he had to sigh and go back to the house to look at his home.
Out of the door of General Ling's mansion, and within a few steps of the spacious official road, Ling Luo turned over and got on his horse and glanced at Xuanyuan Yu on his side.
"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? Xuanyuan Yu was a little hairy by her staring.
The corners of Ling Luo's lips were slightly hooked, his glazed black eyes were extraordinarily bright, and his voice was clear: "Scum, let's have a competition with me." ”