Situ Jin was being held by the two servants brought by Situ Kong from the outer courtyard at this time, but they wanted to let the old lady's soft sedan chair go first.

The reason why Situ Jin was so quiet was because she was deeply attracted by the handsome and upright Yang Lingxiao, and her eyes were glued to Yang Lingxiao's body unabashedly, as if Yang Lingxiao was a big piece of fat.

Maybe Situ Jiao's gaze at Situ Jin was undisguised with disgust, and Situ Jin felt a little wrong.

I saw Situ Jin raise his chin provocatively towards Situ Jiao, and soon set his eyes on Yang Lingxiao again, and twisted twice pretending to be shy, hoping to attract Yang Lingxiao's attention.

Situ Jin's delicate and pretentious appearance made Situ Jiao feel sick, and at the same time reminded Situ Jiao of Situ Jin's marriage in his previous life.

Yes, yes, wasn't Situ Jin's husband Yang Lingxiao in his previous life? They were a couple in their previous lives.

So Situ Jiao's heart suddenly swelled up with a very bad taste, and the gaze that looked at Situ Jin was more disgusted, and the whole person felt that something was not good.

It's not that Situ Jiao has any illusions about Yang Lingxiao, but he just feels that as Yang Lingxiao's identity as the son of the founding prince of the country, or the favor of the saint today, he shouldn't marry a concubine from the Hou Mansion as his wife.

At this time, Situ Jiao forgot one thing, Situ Jin in his previous life married into the Jianguo Mansion as the concubine of the Hou Mansion and became the wife of the prince.

Situ Jiao's heart was extremely unhappy at this time, and her face was a little ugly.

It just so happened that Situ Kong came to say something softly, which made Situ Jiao come back to his senses, and secretly wondered in his heart that he was a demon barrier again today.

Seeing Situ Kong's eyes looking at her with begging, Situ Jiao's heart finally felt better, and Situ Jin finally closed his noisy mouth, which made Situ Jiao's heart a little less depressed.

At this time, it is still important to focus on the overall situation. She couldn't embarrass Situ Kong, let alone let herself be infamous for being unfilial, so she smiled and nodded at Mother Li, and let Mother Li follow the soft sedan chair to Ci'an Garden.

Just now, Situ Jiao had personally checked the pulse of the old lady, and knew in her heart that the old lady's situation was not bad, and with Mother Li with her, she could rest assured.

Situ Jiao didn't really want to follow along. The old lady ordered her not to enter Ci'an Garden yesterday. She won't be okay to make herself uncomfortable.

Seeing Situ Kong take someone to protect the old lady's soft sedan chair away, Situ Jiao couldn't help but set his eyes on Situ Jin and his party again.

I saw Situ Jin walking slowly step by step and turning around three times under the embrace of Yahuan's mother-in-law. From time to time, he looked back twice, and at first glance, he knew that he was trying to attract Yang Lingxiao's attention.

Thinking of all the things in her previous life, Situ Jiao suddenly felt a heart jam in her heart, and turned around and prepared to go back to Meiyuan.

It just so happened that Han was not worried about Situ Jiao. has already asked Mama Lin to come out to greet her.

In the blink of an eye, he found that Yang Lingxiao didn't even give Situ Jin a look. just stood quietly side by side with Situ Yang, occasionally turning his head sideways to say a few words to Situ Yang, and there was no Situ Jin in his eyes at all.

Situ Jiao's mood suddenly improved again, and the corners of her mouth rose faintly.

Situ Jiao's repeated expressions just now. Even the subtle changes were seen by Yang Lingxiao, which made him have some inexplicable feelings in his heart.

He didn't even understand himself. Why does the thin little girl in front of him always attract his attention inadvertently.

Situ Jiao is a little girl in Yang Lingxiao's eyes.

Although Yang Lingxiao has been in this time and space for more than four years, he is still in his concept. At Situ Jiao's age, he can indeed only be regarded as a child.

In modern times, a girl of Situ Jiao's age is only in the first year of junior high school at most.

Situ Jiao, who was in a better mood, didn't seem to be in a hurry to return to Meiyuan again.

Situ Jin's reluctant appearance of turning around three times made her think of mischief.

She took two steps forward and walked to Yang Lingxiao and Situ Yang's side, a smile like a spring flower bloomed on her face, and asked in a sweet and crisp voice: "Brother, what good luck did you get from riding and shooting today?" ”

Although the words were asking Situ Yang, Situ Jiao's eyes fell on Yang Lingxiao's face, obviously she was asking Yang Lingxiao what kind of color he had won.

Situ Jiao's approach made Yang Lingxiao's body slightly stiff, but his gaze at Situ Jiao was a little warm.

The person who took Situ Jiao's words would naturally not be Yang Lingxiao.

When he left the house in the morning, Situ Yang boasted that he wanted to come back from Haikou to grab some good luck for Situ Jiao.

In today's riding and shooting, he did his best.

But he and Yang Lingxiao are really not on the same level, and those good lottery heads have almost become Yang Lingxiao's bag without any suspense.

At this moment, seeing Situ Jiao begging him for a lottery, his handsome face turned slightly red, and he pointed at Yang Lingxiao and said hatefully: "All the people today are defeated by Brother Yang, it's a pity, your brother and I are no exception."

All the good fortunes went into his pocket, and he made a lot of money today, and he also got a promise from the saint.

Today, my brother can't give any good luck to my sister.

If my sister wants any color head, I have to ask Brother Yang for it. ”

"So, didn't my brother win once?" Situ Jiao knew that this was an inevitable result, but there was an unbelievable expression on her face, mixed with a little loss in the middle.

"In front of Brother Yang, your brother can only bow to the wind, and he will no longer dare to make an axe." Situ Yang has such an advantage, he only admires people who are stronger than himself, but he will not become jealous.

"Brother Situ, don't be presumptuous, your riding and archery is already a leader among the children of the Beijing family, what you lack is arm strength and actual combat experience, as long as you keep practicing, you will definitely be able to shine in time." Yang Lingxiao patted Situ Yang's shoulder and encouraged.

"In this way, Brother Yang is the best! I really want to be able to watch Brother Yang's riding and shooting live, but unfortunately I am a girl, and my mother won't let me go to the racecourse. Situ Jiao raised her head and looked at Yang Lingxiao with big eyes, her eyes full of envy and regret.

"Sister, don't worry, there will be a chance soon." Situ Yang couldn't see the regret and loss in Situ Jiao's eyes the most, and hurriedly comforted.

"Yes, Brother Situ is right, the Holy Lord has decided to cancel this year's autumn hunt, but a grand riding and archery competition will be held at the Xishan Horse Farm. There will also be a women's riding and archery competition, and if Jiaojiao's sister can ride and shoot, she can also play in person. Yang Lingxiao's body seemed to have a much less cold aura, but there was a faint smile on his face.

"Great, Jiaojiao can ride a horse, but archery seems to be a little difficult." Situ Jiao was excited at first, and then raised her thin little arm and said regretfully.

"That's not a difficult task, and it is said that women can bring their own bows for riding and shooting. Won't my mother invite you to the Mansion tomorrow? Mention it directly to my mother, she has a small bow for women. Yang Lingxiao laughed softly again.

Now Situ Jiao's little face was dyed red excitedly, there is still almost half a month before the Mid-Autumn Festival, as long as she makes good use of this half a month to review riding and shooting, there is a foundation in her previous life, I believe that even if she can't win the color at that time, she should not be ugly. (To be continued.) )