The horse looked quiet and tame, but it was not expected that even if she was saddled with a bridle, she would not let her ride on her back. Jiang Li was not in a hurry, she just said that she had to take her time, just like treating a young child with a temper tantrum, just blindly tolerating.

Ning An had no choice but to lead another old black horse and let Jiang Li learn to ride first. This is a good-natured man, tall but very steady. The front half of the foot is pedaled, the upper body sits upright in the saddle, and jogging like this, but only one day's work, it can be regarded as almost learned.

Lu Wu is obviously inferior to Ning An, and Jiang Li understands in his heart when it comes to riding a horse. Along the way, Ning An was teaching, and Lu Wu followed the two of them five meters behind him, and he didn't say much, answering a sentence or two from time to time. Jiang Li specially tied her hair, tied a hairstyle similar to Ning Yi, only had a grab clip on her head, and wore a riding outfit.

Such a back must be good-looking, she thought.

This little silver horse has a strong temper, which is very good, and it is not interesting to force it. She was thinking about taking her back to Nanli and then slowly coaxing her to teach, planning how to coax her to the royal ship in the past few days.

Therefore, Jiang Li quietly stayed in the guest room of King An's Mansion for the time being. It may be that the water and soil are not adapted, and Jiang Li contracted the wind chill as soon as he lived down. She was not in good health, so she suddenly changed places to live, and suddenly became very sick.

Maybe some time ago, I worked very hard, and the case of Prince Cong Zhangxian and Concubine Xian involved many people, and at this moment, I felt panicked and overwhelmed for the ambition of the national teacher and Lu Wu.

This time she was sick very strangely, not only did she cough like usual, but she had a headache and dry eyes. The accompanying imperial doctor couldn't say why, and the imperial doctor Rong Guo also came to see him from King An's mansion, but he vaguely said that it was the sequelae of the sea turbulence, and he could prescribe a few pairs of medicine to nourish the body.

Jiang Xue Linshuang was naturally undressed and waiting, just because he was sick in King An's Mansion, and Ning An naturally came to visit every day.

After Lu Wu rode a horse that day, he returned to the post station in Nanli Country and stayed without staying with him. He and Ning Yi came to see Jiang Li once, but Jiang Li was taking a nap, only Ning Yi entered the door to take a closer look, and Lu Wu only left with a few words at the door.

In this way, Jiang Li just had a reason to be idle, no longer bothered about the diplomatic relations between the two countries, and quietly exchanged feelings with the little silver horse.

"Frost, what do you think I call her?" Jiang Li held a handful of selected grass in his hand and fed his new mount little by little, and asked Rinshuang, who knew a little about poetry and books.

Jiang Xue hurriedly replied first: "Adults like Qiu Chuji's sentence 'The white brocade is fragrant without lines, and the jade tree is piling up snow', how about it just call it piling snow?" ”

Jiang Li and Rin Shuang glanced at each other, and both showed surprised looks: "You have never loved poetry and books, and now you can even memorize "Lingxu Palace Pear Blossom Words"?" ”

A little embarrassed, Jiang Xue scratched her head and helped Jiang Li feed the horse: "I won't carry it anymore, I will listen to you every day, and I will also carry it." ”

"The child can be taught," Jiang Li was happy and touched Jiang Xue's little head, "You picked this word well, but the snow is too old-fashioned and serious, my horse can't be rigid." ”

She rolled her eyes, looked at the two palace goddesses, and said, "Then it's called Xiaoxue!" ”

The atmosphere was very delicate for a moment.

It can be seen with the naked eye that Jiang Xue gently tugged at the corners of her mouth to hide her embarrassment, while Rin Shuang was very straightforward and directly revealed an unbelievable mood from her eyes.

"This is a rare good horse, do you really want it? ......" Rin Frost whispered, tentatively.

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong? Jiang Li was about to finish the grass that had been fed to the foal, and she reached out and motioned for Xue Xue to bring her another handful.

Jiang Xue also hesitated: "My lord, I don't think this name is a bit ...... Is it a bit too casual? ”

Seeing that the pony was in a hurry, Jiang Li took the grass from Jiang Xue's hand, and then fed her: "It's easy to feed with a cheap name!" But I really can't call 'Da Zhuang' and 'Ergou', Xiaoxue is easy to remember and cute, fresh and refined, how suitable for her! ”

The foal ate happily and leaned back at the neck and neighed.

"Light snow! You're called Xiaoxue! Good no good? Jiang Li snatched her grass and looked at her with a smile.

This pony didn't make a fuss, but his eyes looked directly at the grass in Jiang Li's hand, and he was about to rub his head to beg for food, like a child who was spoiled with his parents.

"Look, look, how much she likes her name!" Jiang Li stuffed a handful of hay in his hand into the horse's mouth, only to feel that it was almost fed, patted the grass clippings in his hand on the skirt, and touched the silver hair on the pony's head.

Only the snow and the frost were left silent in the wind.

The two of them looked at each other, thinking to themselves, fortunately, Jiang Li didn't give them some kind of emerald iron pillar on a whim, otherwise I am afraid that the face of this life will be lost.

The disease comes and goes quickly. It's just that Jiang Li only has dry eyes, and occasionally there will be some blurry vision. She only thought it was her hallucination, and she didn't really care.

Jiang Li was only going to stay in King An's Mansion for a few days, but after a few days, Ning Hua sent someone to invite Jiang Li, saying that there was something important to discuss.

Seeing the solemn expression of the chief eunuch, Jiang Li couldn't help but pay attention to it. She has always rarely cared about politics, but at this moment, the monarch of Rongguo has made an appointment, which shows that she has given enough face.

After the last banquet, she knew that Rong Guo didn't pay attention to grooming, so this time she just hastily dressed up and asked the coachman to go straight to King Rong's palace quickly.

She only rushed to the main hall of the guests, and never thought that Ning Yi was there. Come to think of it, this must be a top priority.

stepped forward to bow down, Ning Yi also greeted her, and Ning Hua slowly spoke: "I invited Lord Huangli to come this time, in fact, there are two things I want to ask you for help." ”

Jiang Li only made a panicked expression: "Please also tell Your Majesty." ”

Ning Hua didn't explain much, Ning Yi waved his hand, and more than a dozen palace maids in the hall all retreated. When they arrived, there were only three people left in the main hall.

It wasn't until the door of the hall was closed that she spoke: "I heard that Lord Huangli is proficient in divination. ”

It's strange, and it's not weird.

Everyone in the world knows that the astrology of the Tianji Palace of Nanli Country is mysterious and unpredictable, and there is a celestial maiden in charge, so they are even more in awe of Nanli Kingdom. Ning Hua only spoke, not a question, which made it difficult for people to answer.

"Jiang Li is ashamed." Her eyes were lowered, and she didn't dare to look at the look of the man on the throne.

Her Majesty the Empress clearly didn't give Jiang Li room to discuss: "Today, I am still bothering my lord, and I will count a hexagram for me and my Yi'er." ”

Jiang Li had to nod her head in agreement, but she still couldn't help but feel sorry in her heart.

I thought there was a family and a country to discuss, but I didn't ask the country and the ghosts. That's it, that's it, her greatest luck in this life is that she is destined to be a goddess, and the greatest sorrow is nothing more than yes. If you interfere too much in politics, it will be nondescript.