Ming Wuyou was already a little eager to give it a try, but seeing Yun Ziyuan's serious attitude, he didn't resist. He held Yun Ziyuan's arm and sat on the horse.
As soon as she went up, she felt a little nervous.
"Don't be afraid!" Yun Ziyuan comforted, "Second brother is here!"
"Besides, this horse is very docile."
"good……"
Ming Wuyou took a gentle breath, held the horse's reins, and his back tensed uncontrollably.
Yun Ziyuan led the horse forward and told Ming Wuyou to relax.
After walking for a short while, Ming Wuyou gradually relaxed.
This horse is very well-behaved and not that intimidating.
Yun Ziyuan suddenly asked: "Wouyou, where is the gemstone bracelet I gave you?"
"Huh?" Ming Wuyou tilted his head and took a look. It turned out that he was too nervous while riding the horse, and the clothes on his arms were rolled up, revealing the wrists wearing seastone bracelets.
This wrist originally wore a ruby bracelet given by Yun Ziyuan.
Without waiting for Ming Wuyou to answer, Yun Ziyuan asked again: "Is this bracelet a gift from the regent?"
Ming Wuyou was a little nervous because of the horse, so he said without thinking about it: "No, it's Rongrong - it's from Princess Yun'an."
Yun Ziyuan was silent and glanced at Princess Yun'an who was trotting on horseback in the distance, feeling very unhappy.
It would be enough for a regent to steal his sister from him.
Now Princess Yun'an is here to rob her too?
What a world!
At this moment, a series of laughter sounded not far away, mixed with the girl's angry low shout: "Shut up, shut up, you all have no tutor, no one cares, shut up!"
Ming Wuyou frowned slightly, "It's the sound of the white flute."
She jumped off the horse and looked around, and saw a group of people gathered around the southeast corner of the racecourse.
I vaguely looked at the beautiful clothes of those women, but the laughter was full of ridicule and ridicule.
Ming Wuyou immediately ran over holding up his skirt.
"Did we say something wrong? Your biological father, Taifu Fu, doesn't care about you, and your biological mother, Aunt Bai, only cares about His Highness the Regent. She's like a dragon and a phoenix. Now that Ming Wuyou has come to Beijing, your mother has gone directly to her side.
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"I see that your mother takes good care of Na Ming Wuyou. She is respectful and obedient. She spends a lot more thought on you than on you."
"You still treat Ming Wuyou as a sister, you're an idiot who doesn't understand the situation!"
"Shut up!" Bai Di's face turned red with anger, and without hesitation he rushed forward and slapped the noble girl who called her a fool, "Song Lingxiang, no matter how stupid you are, you are still better than you!"
"I can make Prince Ding hide in Tibet to avoid me, but you can only use the stench from your body to make him faint!"
Song Lingxiang, who was dressed in blue, was the seventh daughter of Murong Ting's mother clan, the Song family. She had loved Murong Ting since she was a child, but she had a peculiar smell.
Murong Ting was not only a prodigal son of flowers, but also a guy who couldn't spit out ivory from his dog's mouth. He once made fun of Song Lingxiang's stinky smell in front of everyone and said he wanted to stun him.
This is of course just an exaggeration.
But Song Lingxiang has been notorious in Beijing ever since. Now he is seventeen years old, and his marriage has not yet been settled.
Song Lingxiang felt sorry for himself, and after living on the verge of death for two years, he simply broke the pot and threw it, not bothering to worry about the opinions of others, and went to the hunting ground to join in the fun this time.
Bai Di also happened to meet his favorite prince Murong Ting. The two were rivals in love and were extremely jealous when they met.
At this time, Song Lingxiang's face suddenly twisted when he was beaten and scolded by Bai Di, "You dare to hit me?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed forward to fight back.
Bai Di was naturally not afraid and rolled up his sleeves to teach her a lesson.
But Yu Jiaoren, who was standing not far away and smiling at the excitement, glanced at the women around her casually.
The women immediately understood and hurried forward.
"Miss Bai, don't be angry! Miss Song, don't be angry either."
It seemed like he was trying to stop a fight, but in fact he was trapping Bai Di.
"Let go!" Bai Di shouted, unable to break away from the pull of those people.
Song Lingxiang rushed over and tried to hit Bai Di with all his strength.
At this critical moment, a slender hand suddenly slapped Song Lingxiang's wrist. Song Lingxiang screamed "Ah" and fell to the grass beside him.
"Sister Wuyou!" Bai Di saw the people coming, and pushed those people away with all his strength, and rushed to Ming Wuyou's side.
Her sleeves were rolled up on her arms, and her jade-white forearms were now bruised and bruised from being twisted just now.
"Does it hurt?" Ming Wuyou took her arm and gently touched the marks.
Bai Di couldn't help but shrink his hand, "It's okay."
Ming Wuyou didn't dare to touch her anymore, so he slowly put down her sleeves, pulled Bai Di behind him, and looked towards the opposite side with cold and unpredictable eyes.
The people who had just pulled the white flute were all leaning on Yu Jiaoren's side.
"You ladies really work together." Ming Wuyou sneered: "A group of people gathered around to bully a little girl."
Yujiao said nonchalantly: "You are mistaken. We just saw Miss Bai and Miss Song quarreling, so we tried to stop them."
"Oh, that's it." Ming Wuyou walked up slowly and stopped in front of Yu Jiao with a light smile on his face: "Thank you for your hard work. I see that Miss Yu's face is not very good. I am a doctor, why not
Let me check for Miss Yu and see if there is anything wrong with you."
"No need-"
"It's necessary."
Ming Wuyou didn't wait for Yu Jiaoren to reject her completely, and already pinched Yu Jiaoren's wrist with his hand.
Suddenly, Yu Jiaoren felt like thorns on her wrists, and something rushed into her body. The pain was so painful that she couldn't stand still, and she screamed and fell forward.
"Look -" Ming Wuyou held the person firmly, "I told you that you are not feeling well!"
The noble girl next to her didn't expect that Ming Wuyou would dare to do anything to Yu Jiao.
Therefore, they didn't take it to heart when Ming Wuyou approached.
Only then did he react suddenly.
The maid next to Yu Jiaoren quickly pulled her master away from Ming Wuyou.
Ming Wuyou let go, "Miss Yu, this is a serious illness. I wanted to treat you well, but your maid doesn't seem to trust me, so forget it, I won't force you."
"You, you—" Yu Jiaoren gasped in pain, unable to utter a complete sentence.
"What on earth did you do to my young lady!" A maid shouted angrily at Ming Wuyou.
Ming Wuyou smiled lightly: "She got sick herself, but it has nothing to do with me."
Her eyes were unkind, and Yun Ziyuan was standing not far away, watching coldly.
Yujiaoren's maid didn't dare to say anything and quickly helped Yujiaoren away.
Those noble ladies did not dare to say anything, for fear that Ming Wuyou would also attack them.
Ming Wuyou glanced at them indifferently, walked towards Song Lingxiang who fell on the ground, and looked at her condescendingly.
"Miss Song, are you okay?" Ming Wuyou asked softly.
Song Lingxiang was hit by the cotton-bone acupuncture. The pain was so painful that he did not even dare to breathe. He even had no strength to stare at Wuyou. This chapter has been completed!