The smell of black rice cake is mixed with the floral fragrance of the suburbs of Beijing, and the smell is not quite accurate.

Baili Kun thought that there was something wrong with this taste, and then he used the technique of a concealer to pick up the powder, but he could think of where the light and weightless black rice cake powder could be picked up.

Naturally, he pounced all over his face, and when he reacted in this successive attacks, Ming Yulong had already taken this opportunity to surpass him a long way!

Bailikun looked at her smiling happily, and the depression that was covered by the pastry just now suddenly dissipated, and he raised his sleeve and wiped the powder on his face.

"I really don't know if the women of the Dao Tianyuan Dynasty are as cunning as you!"

"This is the only one, there is no semicolon!"

Ming Yulong galloped immediately after the pause just now, as if all the worries in his heart had been dispersed in the air with the wind, and his eyebrows and eyes were more brisk, and he turned around and looked towards the racecourse.

The racecourse on the outskirts of Beijing is vast and flat, and it is a place for officials and nobles to race horses here.

Tall and straight pine and cypress trees are planted on both sides, and in the middle is a wide and flat path, with dense forests not far away, and an emerald green lawn surrounded by a clear river.

Looking up at the sky, you can see birds happily waving their wings under the clouds, making cheerful chirps, and from time to time you can see migrating geese passing through and flying to the south.

Ming Yulong took a deep breath of air, smelling the fresh air mixed with grass, and a comfortable air flow flowed through his body.

Bailikun looked at the girl's lily-like face, the autumn sun sprinkled, draped a layer of golden light veil on her snow-white clothes, accompanied by a warm smile on her face, revealing a natural breath like water.

Compared with those vulgar fans, this kind of beauty is the most exciting.

As if he had been infected, he took a deep breath and praised:

"The air here is really good."

He walked up to her, saw a row of targets in the racecourse from a distance, turned his head and said:

"You won the archery category in the Six Arts Academy, how about it, do you have the confidence to get the first place?"

Ming Yulong pulled the horse to a place to eat fat grass, pouted and said:

"Don't talk about the top name, as long as you don't get to the bottom, it's a good thing."

Baili Kun was puzzled, "Your riding skills are good, as long as your archery skills are better, it is not difficult to win the first place." ”

"You also say that archery is better, but I've never touched a bow and arrow!" Ming Yulong said with a smile.

In Baili Kun's mind, people who are good at riding are basically good at archery, but they don't know that in the era of Daoming Yulong, an alien soul, bows and arrows have been eliminated.

There was a slight surprise in his pale blue eyes, and his gaze swept around the paddock,

"So what are you going to do? As far as I know, your Tianyuan's Six Arts Academy competition is a very important competition in the academy, and the last one will be despised by the students. ”

Ming Yulong pulled the reins, "I know the way, so I can only try to rank beautifully in calligraphy and imperial arts, and it is best to get a first place." No matter how bad it is, it can be said that there is a specialization in the art industry. ”

Although he said this, Ming Yulong still didn't like the last one, his eyes were a little dim, and when Bailikun saw her like this, he bent down and grabbed her reins,

"How can I, the future princess of King Changning, be the last in archery!"

Ming Yulong saw him pulling himself to the racecourse, and shouted repeatedly