Chapter 92: She's a Concubine

"Poof."

All the staff looked back.

Luo Xiaoran immediately covered her mouth and turned her head, only to see her shrugged shoulders, as well as her curved eyebrows and eyes, which were full of laughter.

Murong Jue glanced at him: "Quite self-aware. ”

Mu Xian put away his fists, and his ears turned red.

A group of five people set off in a light car, a carriage, five horses, two horse-drawn carriages, and three horses were ridden by Murong Jue, General Xiaomeng, and Han Yan, Mu Xian was forced to drive, Luo Xiaoran couldn't bear the loneliness, and also sat outside the carriage and drove together. The identities of the five people had already been drawn up before departure.

Murong Jue is the head of the family, Luo Xiaoran is the concubine, Mu Xian is the younger brother, and Han Yan and General Xiaomeng are hired guards. The family is all from the capital, doing military supplies business in the border state, and this time they are returning to Beijing to worship their ancestors. This just explains the authentic Beijing accent of a group of people - because they are all natives of the capital, and Murong is very noble - because only those who know people in the officialdom can do business for the officialdom.

After listening, Luo Xiaoran raised an objection.

It doesn't matter if she is the empress dowager of Yong'an Palace and the current emperor together, after all, the overall situation is already there, and they are destined to only be an underground party, and their name is not right. But now the private interview of Weifu has to make her unjustifiable, which makes her a little unhappy.

is not a wife, but a concubine.

She hates Xiao San the most in her life.

No matter how the concubine comes first and then comes, she is a hateful and hateful little party in the eyes of modern people.

After listening to her protest, Murong Jue glanced at her leisurely, "The businessman pays attention to the dignified and intelligent wife, and the concubine is enchanting and moving, which side do you consciously occupy more?" ”

Luo Xiaoran followed his gaze to his cross-legged posture, laughing and plucking out of the water, and his voice was tactful: "Xianggong is a talented person with a smart and beautiful wife, Xianggong only brings a concubine to worship his ancestors when he returns to Beijing, doesn't it make people feel that Xianggong favors his concubine and kills his wife." ”

"Since you can speak so well, how about being a maid," Murong Jue looked ahead and said calmly: "The kind that passes through the room." ”

Luo Xiaoran: ......

She's so angry.

In addition to the setting of the concubine, which made her feel like a fish in her throat, out of the desolate land of the border state, there was boundless grass as far as the eye could see, and the whole land was covered with greenery. It was autumn, the sky was high and cool, cloudless, the breeze was blowing, and it was charming.

Luo Xiaoran sitting, blowing the wind, strands of hair fluttering with the breeze, squinting, enjoying the pleasing beauty given by nature.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on the brown steed galloping in front of her, and a flash of brilliance flashed in her eyes, "Oh Han Yan, you stop!" ”

Han Yan, who was called, immediately grabbed the reins and lowered his speed, and the good horse, who traveled thousands of miles a day, paced and followed the carriage with small steps at this time, Han Yan asked: "Mother, ......" Luo Xiaoran flew with an eye knife, and his tongue turned around and changed his words with a smile: "Madam, what do you command?" ”

Luo Xiaoran stretched out his white index finger and tapped Han Yan's mount in the air, "I want to ride a horse, you give me your horse." After finishing speaking, she raised her eyes with a smile and spit out two words lightly, "Okay?" ”

To Han Yan's ears, this word good sounds like saying: You dare to say that it's not good to try.

It's not that Han Yan is reluctant to give up his good horse, although the Queen Mother is behind the gate, she looks weak, how can she control them to ride such a horse, the good horse is basically a little tempered, recognize the master, the horse is irritable, in case you don't pay attention to the fall of the horse, then Han Yan is estimated to be useless if he dies ten thousand times in front of His Majesty.

For these reasons, Han Yan refused.

Therefore, he looked at his master, Murong Jue.

When Murong Jue heard them speak, he also tightened his reins and slowed down, and when he heard this, he raised his chin: "Han Yan, give her the horse." ”

Luo Xiaoran immediately smiled like a flower.

She slipped down from the carriage and trotted to Han Yan's horse with her skirt, feeling a little excited in her heart.

Luo Xiaoran has lived for so many years and has never ridden a real horse.

Real horses can see a few horses in the scenic area, most of them are skinny, you can smell a thick commotion when you walk in, and the people who raise horses also seem to put a worn-out carriage cover on it, and you can take a carriage around the scenic spot for 50 yuan. There were quite a few people on the ride, but Luo Xiaoran looked at those thin horses, smelled the bad smell, and was never interested.

Although there are good horses to ride in modern times, such as horse farms, where horses are strong and strong, those are places where rich people go for recreation, and riding a horse can be worth a month's salary of an ordinary family.

A few days ago, although she drove a carriage to live with horses every day, it was completely different to drive a carriage to ride a horse, how could the carriage use the thousand-mile horses ridden by Murong Jue and others, just like Volkswagen and Jaguar, performance, appearance, and price are not above the same level, how can they be compared.

Under the guidance of Han Yan, Luo Xiaoran stepped on the stirrup, grabbed the reins with one hand, exerted strength on his waist and abdomen, and sat firmly on the saddle after a chic and neat straddle leg. Riding a horse, Luo Xiaoran's vision suddenly widened, and when he looked up, the grassland in front of him was vast, the wildflowers were swaying in the wind, the sun was warm on people's backs, and his mouth was comforted.

When Luo Xiaoran was fascinated, General Xiaomeng behind him spoke: "Madam really deserves to be the queen of the general, she is very courageous, and she even turns over and gets on the horse so neatly!" ”

Listening to this, the praise in his voice didn't seem to be mixed with water, and Luo Xiaoran's smile became brighter and brighter.

Seeing that Luo Xiaoran was quite good at riding the horse, Han Yan let go of the reins and turned to drive the carriage, the team turned into a carriage and marched slowly in front, Luo Xiaoran and Murong Du followed behind the carriage, riding a foal all the way leisurely and leisurely trotting on the grassland, General Xiaomeng stayed at the end and kept a distance from the two.

Luo Xiaoran knew that these were the eyesight needed to be a courtier.

For example, Luo Xiaoran saw the beautiful scenery, although he was not a good man in fresh clothes, but he was also a young talent with a clear posture and a handsome face, and he felt very excited.

The beautiful scenery, the beautiful man, are all hers.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

At this time, there was an irrepressible feeling of exuberance in her chest, and she seemed to be full of European energy, sweeping away the difficulties and ups and downs that had poured blood mold for eight lifetimes at the beginning, and she almost couldn't help but want to sing a song.

Luo Xiaoran raised his head slightly, and the lyrics came as soon as he opened his mouth: "Canghai-" paused after two words came out, Luo Xiaoran pursed his mouth, twisted his eyebrows, and thought hard, searching his intestines and scraping his belly, Canghai ...... What's going on?

is the song that the women who cross the country like to sing, that song is probably magical, but after the heroine sings, she can conquer a group of ministers under the skirt.

Ye Fan once said.

Her hunting range is not as extensive as those crossing women, and she only wants to make Murong Du around her have a sense of pride in her: My women are really versatile and rare.