The Prime Minister's Mansion wants to hold polo, and it is naturally a grand event, and a vacant lot is specially packed in the racecourse on the outskirts of Beijing.

There are not a few relatives and friends who come and go, Xue Fuyun heard that the Qin family has sent invitations in the past few days, and I don't know how many children of the family have been invited.

Xue Fuyun got down from the carriage and took a closer look, Pei Cangwu was also there, occupying a sunshade pergola on the edge of the racecourse. He wore a round-necked robe with crow's wings, covered with large dark sleeves, his black hair was tied with a white jade crown, his face was pale, his thin lips were sharp, and a few small servants around him were busy serving.

At this time, a wisp of green smoke floated out, and the white ruler appeared, with both hands in his sleeves, and a big face poked out: "Girl, who are you looking at?" Alas, that man is not the husband you are going to marry! Yo, black hair and white face, but you're really handsome, you're really blessed. ”

Xue Fuyun sighed and ignored him.

Bai Qi scratched his head, and a puzzled look appeared on his face: "Which sentence is wrong for the old man?" It's not a compliment, and the number will be beaten, how can this be served! ”

I really couldn't figure it out, so he simply went back to the ring and fell asleep.

Xue Fuyun returned to the main shed of the Xue family, Xue Rumei was facing the dwarf, eating, and Xue Lingji was burning incense and boiling a pot of fragrant tea. And the rest of the Xiangfu is in the rear, and there are only three of her and her at the moment.

Xue Rumei picked up a chopsticks and pheasant pickled cucumber, put it in her mouth and chewed it fiercely: "Big sister, when I finish eating, let's ride a horse together!" ”

Xue Fuyun frowned: "But fourth sister, I can't ride a horse......"

Yes, from the countryside, where can they be like these noble girls in Beijing, who are proficient in all six arts, look at this big sister's slender posture, I am afraid that it will fall apart if it is bumped, how to talk about horseback riding? Xue Rumei was proud, but she just wanted her to not.

Xue Lingji smiled lightly, and the white plums on his sideburns were fragrant: "Although my daughter's family doesn't need to ride a horse to the battlefield, she still has to be able to play polo." It's not difficult, let the fourth sister teach you. The fourth sister's polo is famous among the nobles. ”

Xue Fuyun hesitated for a moment, and agreed as if he was embarrassed: "Then I will bother the fourth sister." I try not to get my sisters in trouble. ”

She will definitely not cause trouble for her fourth sister - Xue Fuyun smiled, in front of people, although she put on a face of Hexi, she looked like a very good bully.

Nowadays, women play polo, which is also an elegant thing, and it is juxtaposed with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Xue Rumei took a few servants, changed into neat riding clothes, and the group went to the horse farm. Xue Hemei has always been inferior to Lingxiu's second sister in the eyes of her father and mother, and the concubine born by one of her aunts is indeed incomparable, or she is not qualified to compare.

But now there is a helpless big sister!

Xue Rumei is a frequent visitor to the horse farm, and directly asked the servant to bring the jujube red pony that he is used to riding, and he is very arrogant.

Xue Fuyun stood on the side and touched the horse quite enviously: "Fourth sister...... You're a good horse. ”

She shrunk her hands and feet like a dirt bun, and when she came to ride a horse, she also wore ordinary clothes such as a long gown and a white pleated skirt, and her long hair was tied into a braid—Xue Rumei deliberately didn't let her subordinates give her riding clothes.

Although the dress is simple, Xue Fuyun is born with positive eyebrows and eyes, a snow-white face, ruddy lips, and a weak bookish atmosphere, clear and delicate.

And Xue Rumei was dressed in red, with a gold and jade leather belt tied around her waist, riding on a horse with her head held high, hunting in red clothes with the wind, heroic and cool, many princes and grandsons cast their eyes on her, and she thought to herself proudly: This soil bun from the countryside looks so dazzling, I have to teach her a lesson!