He turned his head and squeezed his eyes at Ming Yulong, "I've never heard that Rong Shizi can drive, and others say that he is the first in everything."

I'll see if he's the first to drive today, if he can win the first son, he can still give you a vent, and let the stinky old man know that his grandson is not as good as me! ”

Ming Yulong knew that he was not like himself, he had lived for more than 20 years in his previous life, and Ming Yujin was only a fourteen-year-old boy, in modern times, at such an age, he was still a fool.

These days, he goes to school at the academy every day, and his hands must be so stuffy that he can't meet someone to accompany him today.

I just don't know what kind of wind Lu Dao Rong Yi smoked today, and he actually wanted to accompany Ming Yulong to play racing?

"Then you have a good race, I'll sit in the car, don't throw me out." Ming Yulong does not hit Ming Yujin's hobbies, in life, everyone has some preferences, and legitimate preferences can of course be developed in moderation.

Of course, safety still needs to be taken care of.

Since ancient times, there has been an activity called racing, which is more of a test of skill than just horse racing.

Horse racing only requires being able to harness the horse well, directing its direction at any time according to the road conditions, and giving full play to the horse's maximum speed. And the car has to add one more to this condition, which must be able to maintain the stability and balance of the cabin.

People who are not good at the skill of the horse, when turning the corner, the horse passes and the carriage is thrown into the corner, and the fate of a person falling on his back abounds.

Therefore, people who are not good at skills or want to find death will not go to the horse race.

"You can rest assured! Hurry up and sit down! Ming Yujin's red lips raised into a smile, and her braided teeth glistened in the sun.

They used to race horses in the suburbs, and it was common for them to lead people to race.

Rong Yi drove and stood side by side with Ming Yujin on a stone line, smiled at him and asked, "Ming Shizi, can you start?" ”

"Absolutely." Ming Yujin faced Rong Yi, even if he knew that this person had never raced a carriage, but because of his great reputation in the Tianyuan Dynasty, he had a nervous feeling, his hands tightened, he pulled the reins, and opened his lips and said: "Begin!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage of the two began to gallop side by side on the stone road.

On the wide stone road, horses' hooves sounded, and two men stood on top of the cart, holding a long whip in their hands, and galloped on horseback.

Ming Yulong leaned on the carriage, grabbed the handrail, and looked out from the bundled window, Rong Yi was holding the reins of the horse in his hand, the wide purple robe was filled with the wind in the wind, and the green silk was flying, fluttering behind him like arrows.

The carriage drove steadily under his control, occasionally giving a command or two to turn and slow down.

There was a smile in the corner of his eyes, compared to his gentle and arrogant expression on weekdays, at this time, he had a different kind of light emanating out, as if the perennial ink under his eyes turned into a pool of golden mist in the sun, flashing with starlight.

Although he didn't seem to be fast or slow, Ming Yulong found that he always maintained a position where Ming Yujin was neck and neck.

It's not really the same level as Ming Yujin, that is, Rong Yi deliberately controls his speed.

Ming Yujin naturally also noticed the speed of the people around him, and swept his eyes to Rong Yi, who had been with him one after the other, and the difference would not exceed half a carriage, and reminded loudly:

"Sister, it's time to turn the corner!"