He deliberately shouted so loudly that he was embarrassed to reject his offer in full view.

Who in the capital doesn't know that the prince of Pingxi Hou Mansion is a gentleman, who is so big and literate, he can't do anything, he can only have fun, and he is a waste.

As long as he responds to the battle, the son of Wu Duwei can let everyone know that with his strength, he is not worthy of being valued by the saint at all.

He didn't hear a voice in the carriage, and he felt more and more that this Laoshzi was afraid of him, and became even more arrogant, "Are you afraid of me?" ”

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing first the knobby hands, and then the pale, handsome face.

Mo Changju frowned and glanced at the person sitting on the tall horse with dissatisfaction.

"What's the disturbing dream in broad daylight?"

As he spoke, he yawned, looking extremely sleepy, and there was a look of worry between his eyebrows.

Wu Duwei's son was angry when he saw it, this little white face, he slept in the middle of the day, what kind of pride he was, is this the daily life of the gentleman?

No wonder there was no movement before, it turned out that he didn't wake up.

He waved his horsewhip, repeated his previous words in a provocative tone, and urged: "Hurry up and get off the horse and try it with me, so that you can see the martial arts of the Pingxi Hou Mansion." ”

With Pingxi Hou, it is not only a matter of Mo Changdu, the son of the world, but also the family, and ordinary people have already scolded and scolded, so that the provocative people know why the flowers are so red.

After changing to Mo Changdu, he lowered the curtain and leaned back lazily, and the indistinct sound came out of the small window of the carriage, and he sneered.

"The whole capital knows that I am a gentleman who does not learn and has no skills, are you blind or deaf, you have never even heard of this, and you still have to compete with me in riding and shooting?"

If Wu Duwei's son heard correctly, after he said that, he was followed by a string of ridicule, as if laughing at him for being a crayfish.

The son of Wu Duwei was stunned, how could there be such a shameless person, he didn't know anything, he just went back with his tail between his legs, and a proud tone was a meaning?

He was a little sympathetic to Pingxihou, I heard that Pingxihou was also a fierce general back then, but the son he gave birth to was a gentleman who had no self-knowledge at all.

Wu Duwei's son was not discouraged, "It's not better than riding and shooting, the rest is up to you, you can't be talented, and the six arts of the gentleman are all involved." ”

He showed a faint sense of self-satisfaction on his face, although his father's official position was not very high, it was also because of the decline of military generals, he was much better than most of the children of the family.

Mo Chang was lazy and leaned on the frame, pinched a piece of snack to satisfy his hunger, and said in his heart that he was not pregnant with a brain, he could eat and wait for death in the carriage without doing anything, why did he want to compete with a barbarian in the cold.

His arm was still injured, and it was too late to pretend to be weak.

said lightly: "Unfortunately, if you are not talented, you will not know any of the six arts of the gentleman, which will disappoint Your Excellency." ”

Wu Duwei's son: "......"

Winning without a fight, he should have been proud, why was he so unwilling to listen to the tone of this little white face.

If he just goes back like this, how can he show off to his companions and win, in the eyes of others, it is just him and Xiaobaimian fighting a few words.

"No, you can choose something else, always whatever you choose, you can give it a try in the next, and please don't be stingy."

"Hehe, if I had to say it, you wouldn't be able to compare to me."

Wu Duwei's son was not convinced, "You say. ”

Mo Changju poked his head out of the carriage window and smiled at him, his pale face was a little more bloody, and his facial features were even more exquisite.

He glanced up and down at the son of Wu Duwei, who was holding his head high, "Compared to your appearance and figure, aren't you compared to the mud?" ”

There was a "poof" from the carriage, and Qingyun couldn't hold back his laughter.

Wu Duwei's son's face darkened, and he couldn't help but scold him, which poked at his pain point.

He feels that he is good anywhere, but it is extremely difficult to say that he is at the age of kissing, and many little ladies just dislike him for his ordinary appearance and short legs, which does not conform to the mainstream aesthetics at all.

Today's little ladies are all literati and writers who like to be romantic, so they don't look down on him.

Being insulted like this, he was so angry that he blushed and had a thick neck.

What's even more excessive is that Mo Changju is completely opposite to him, although he has no ink on his chest, but he is a good parent, and he laughs like he wants to hook the souls of the little ladies.

Wu Duwei was even more angry.

Although it was a royal carriage, Mo Chang was by no means a royal person after all, and it was not befitting to be with the princes, and his carriage was still in the convoy behind him.

Most of the people who could follow the winter hunting were men, who could ride horses, and the convoy was full of young men who had been injured in the hunt or were frail, and of course there were women.

The eldest daughter of His Royal Highness King Xian, the frame of the county lord of Wenlan is among them.

Hearing the chaotic sound, the county lord of Wenlan was supported by the maid, got off the frame, paced to the Mo Chang decisive carriage, and reprimanded in a cold voice: "What kind of system is it to speak foul language!" ”

The son of Wu Duwei looked down and saw that this was not the county lord of Wenlan, so he was stunned at the moment and quickly closed his mouth.

Lord Wenlan is the daughter of King Xian, although King Xian is a prince, he is an idle prince, but he gave birth to a good daughter.

The lord of Wenlan County has a good appearance and temperament, and when he was a child, the ice and snow were cute, and he was very pleasant.

Although the saint did not like the son of King Xian, he favored this granddaughter very much, and the queen mother often called her to live in the palace.

Although the identity is not as good as the princess, in terms of identity and talent among the nobles in the capital, it is also one of the best, and many families want to marry their sons and daughters to the lord of Wenlan.

With such a background, the son of Wu Duwei naturally did not dare to make a mistake, so he honestly got off the horse and saluted.

He showed a flattering smile, "I've seen the county lord, why isn't the county lord in front of the prince, but here?" ”

As the county lord, naturally he doesn't have to be in the back convoy.

The county lord of Wenlan had a frosty face, "You can be wherever the county lord wants, what are you doing?" ”

The son of Wu Duwei was unceremoniously reprimanded, a little unable to get off the stage, and at the same time very incomprehensible.

He didn't offend King Xian and Lord Wenlan, they all said that Lord Wenlan had the most gentle temperament, but he seemed to be a different person in front of him.

But he couldn't help it, he couldn't afford to offend Lord Wenlan, so he could only admit it and run away.

He left, and the frost on the face of the county lord of Wenlan finally thawed, turning into a gust of spring breeze, and a pair of eyes were as tender as water, looking at Mo Changdu, who was watching the play at the carriage window.

He said softly, "Are you okay?" ”

"Please be safe with the county lord, there is nothing to do below, don't worry about the county lord."

Mo Chang couldn't move one hand, so he nodded, his attitude was very perfunctory.

Lord Wenlan didn't care either, and said with a smile: "You just let me follow the carriage and talk at the same time?" ”

Mo Chang was never willing to let her come up.