"It's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

Tong Xicai exclaimed, her eyes quickly glanced at Miss Du, and she was immediately silenced. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Miss Du smiled slightly and asked, "Sister Cai'er also knows His Royal Highness the Prince?" ”

Of course, I know that when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was still the Nine Emperors, he was a frequent visitor to the Prime Minister's Mansion. The most of these teenage girls is the handsome and dashing Nine Emperor Princes, and now His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

"My sister was lucky enough to meet a few times when she was young."

Tong Xicai's cheeks flushed as she spoke, but there was a hint of pride in her eyes. It seems that it is a glorious thing to have seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. In this situation, I really want the kind of little girl who chases stars in modern times, and she wants to see her idol in every possible way.

Looking at Tong Xicai's slightly red face, Miss Du said quietly: "My sister is still young, and she can be said to be childlike. If you are older, you must not mention these things again. ”

When Jiang Moyan heard this, he looked at her with interest, and asked with a smile, "What do you mean by this?" ”

Miss Du raised her eyebrows and said, "How is this difficult to understand?" You and I are both boudoir girls, how can you easily see that foreign man? Even if you encounter by chance, you should retreat and be on the right path. Miss Jiang thinks my words are right? ”

Jiang Moyan looked at her solemnly, not as if she was fake, and she couldn't help but become serious.

Tong Xicai didn't like to listen to it, and retorted: "A few days ago, there were still people talking about my sister and His Royal Highness the Prince, why did I only say that I had seen His Royal Highness the Prince, and my sister was not happy?" Isn't my sister still interested in His Royal Highness the Prince! ”

Miss Du's face sank, and she said after a while: "The world is troublesome, and people love to judge people by right and wrong. However, my innocent daughter was innocently affected. If it weren't for my parents' insistence today, I would still be introspecting myself in front of the Buddha! ”

"What? My sister punished herself for this? Tong Xicai asked incredulously.

Jiang Moyan couldn't help but look surprised. Is this the real lady's show?

Regardless of whether this kind of etiquette is fair to her daughter or not, Jiang Moyan is impressed by the self-discipline and introspection of everyone's beautiful girls. It seems that those miscellaneous books misunderstood these boudoir daughters.

In this era, men had three wives and four concubines, and many women were stuffed into the back house, and a bunch of concubines and concubines were born. In such a complex relationship, the famous ladies who are wives can only live smoothly with this strict self-discipline and forbearance spirit. Thinking about it this way, those who raise their daughters so much are the ones who really love their daughters.

Jiang Moyan sighed in his heart. If she has a child in the future, in an environment where there is no guarantee that she will get rid of polygamy in the future, I am afraid that I will be so strict and constrain her. At least it will allow her to live longer.

From this point of view, his own existence may not be a blessing for the current Feng Jiutian!

Several people came to the pavilion, and a maidservant had already prepared refreshments for the guests to eat.

Miss Du sat on the embroidery pier, turned her head to Jiang Moyan and said, "What does Miss Jiang usually like to play?" ”

Jiang Moyan rarely talks about this kind of topic with women, she is very curious about what kind of attitude this real daughter has towards a woman like her who treats herself as a man, so she said: "My family is thin and has no sisters to accompany me. On weekdays, my brother is not at home, so when he is lonely, he will take some of his brother's military books and war strategies, and occasionally go to his martial arts arena to connect a few. ”

Miss Du's eyes lit up when she heard this.

"Miss Jiang knows martial arts?"

"It's not martial arts, because my body is weak, and I sweat with my hands and feet, just to strengthen my body."

Miss Du sighed, as if she was yearning, but she had to hold back.

Jiang Moyan asked curiously, "What does Miss Du usually do?" ”

"It's nothing more than piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, needlework and female red. What kind of military books does Miss Jiang read, can you tell me about it? ”

Miss Du finally couldn't hold back and asked.

Jiang Moyan looked at the way her eyes lit up and was secretly surprised. Didn't she just introspect and self-discipline? Is it all fake?

She suddenly remembered Lu Xun's iron house theory that she had learned in middle school textbooks, knowing that she would be suffocated to death, whether to resist and die again awakely, or to die in ignorance and ignorance, which is better?

In fact, no matter what kind of death you have, it will not be pleasant. But soberly, is there really any hope of breaking the shackles?

Thousands of years of male superiority and inferiority, thousands of years of feudal society, even if she can help Feng Jiutian dominate the world, but is it possible that this concept rooted in everyone's thoughts will be broken?

Jiang Moyan thought of this and suddenly became confused. What is she traveling from a thousand years later?

There was another commotion in the courtyard.

Jiang Moyan turned around and saw many people running towards the courtyard next door, making a fuss, as if something had happened.

Jiang Moyan and the others didn't care about chatting anymore, so they hurriedly got up and prepared to take a look.

Jiang Moyan remembered that the direction that Feng Jiutian left just now seemed to be the courtyard next door. Gu Lingshan's place where they raced horses seemed to be the yard next door.

Oh, she was so careless, why didn't she think those two cunning little foxes were there? Feng Jiutian, Feng Jiutian, you must not make any irreparable mistakes.

Jiang Moyan took a few steps down from the pavilion and hurriedly walked out, not caring about waiting for Miss Du and them behind.

There were too many people, and in full view of everyone, Jiang Moyan couldn't perform light skills, so he had to go there with the flow of people.

Before she could get there, she heard a maid next to her, who didn't know who, ran back and reported: "I heard that someone was racing a horse, and the horse was shocked." Someone stopped the horse and saved the people on the horse......"

Jiang Moyan was shocked in his heart. The person who saved people wouldn't be Feng Jiutian! This kind of heroic saving beauty is the most bloody storyline, but it is also the most effective method. Who made the people of this era believe that men and women do not kiss?

Feng Jiutian, if you really dare to save people, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life!

Jiang Moyan was ruthless in his heart, and the wind came under his feet, turned left and right, bypassed everyone, and headed towards the racecourse behind.

From a distance, she saw several subordinates with an old doctor, carrying a medicine box to the place where the accident occurred, obviously very anxious.

Could it really be that someone was hurt? I don't know who hurt whom.

Jiang Moyan couldn't figure it out, so he didn't think about it anymore, but the steps under his feet became more and more urgent.

In the distance, she saw a group of people gathered on the racetrack, and next to it was a white horse that had fallen to the ground.

In the crowd, a bright yellow robe was revealed, revealing the person's identity.

Jiang Moyan's heart flipped over, Feng Jiutian was really there. Don't? Don't?

The more Jiang Moyan thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his steps involuntarily slowed down.

The crowd not far away parted, and the old doctor with the medicine box was let in. Jiang Moyan vaguely saw that there was a person lying on the ground, and next to that person was Feng Jiutian.

A nameless fire surged from the bottom of her heart and rushed to the top of her head.

Feng Jiutian, did you persuade me to come to this bullshit banquet just to put on this good show for me?

Jiang Moyan only felt that her reason was a little out of control, and she angrily rushed towards the crowd and rushed towards Feng Jiutian.