Chapter 22 The Xie family has a daughter who grows up
"Xiao Lang, Liu Yu is out!"
"Quick! Let's go over and take a look!"
Wang Mi thought about it for a moment and felt that what Duan Xian said made sense.
He should create more chance encounters with Liu Yu to strengthen his impression in his mind.
Yesterday, he clearly said that he could go to Changxing Inn to talk, but looking at Liu Yu's appearance, he had no such intention.
If you don’t come to see me, I can go to see you!
Watch me get on the horse in a cool way!
Wang Mi screamed secretly, then stepped on the stirrup and moved his legs...
Since having the double stirrups, Wang Mi's self-confidence has increased rapidly. These arrogant and untamable war horses in ancient times were completely ignored.
He felt good about himself, and was in high spirits under Duan Xian's repeated compliments...
Then……
Then...he became tragic.
"Go!" There was a crisp roar, accompanied by Wang Mi's graceful movements, and the whole process was in one breath...it didn't work.
"Huh?"
"Why can't you go up?"
The saddle was originally easy to get over, but this time it was impossible to get on it. Wang Mi clearly understood the entire process of getting on the horse. After several attempts, he still could not complete the action of getting on the horse.
Not only that, the red-maned horse, which was originally quite obedient, seemed to be deliberately going against him. It actually kicked its hooves and moved in a panic.
Duan Xian saw that the situation was not good and hurriedly came up: "Xiao Lang, let your subordinates carry you on the horse!"
Duan Xian regretted it so much. It was because Wang Mi had been getting on and off the horse very neatly in the past few days, which gave him the illusion that he had really improved his equestrian skills!
He didn't even bring a horse stool, so he had no choice but to carry Wang Mi on his back and mount the horse.
He was already prepared, but Wang Mi refused to obey.
What a joke!
With the double stirrups, there was no need for them to mount the horse on their backs. Furthermore, they had just boasted about their improved riding skills. How long had it been before they were asked to mount the horses on their backs? Where would they put their faces?
Wang Mi refused, and Duan Xian couldn't make up his mind for a while. He always respected Wang Mi and regarded him as a heavenly being. He would never dare to disobey him unless he had to.
If he doesn't let him get started, he will never dare to take action.
Thus, under a brief stalemate, such a wonderful scene was created.
The noble son of an aristocratic family, Wang Mi and Wang Zhiyuan, the handsome man beloved by everyone in Jiankang City, are now half-lying on the back of a horse. He can't get up or get off. The horse beneath him has long been worn down by him.
He had a bad temper, kicked his horse's hooves, and wanted to run forward several times.
Duan Xian couldn't help Wang Mi, so he had to hold the reins and help him control the horse.
However, this did not change Wang Mi's embarrassing situation. He was jolting on the horse, but he could not get on the horse no matter what.
In an instant, the superb riding skills he was so proud of seemed to disappear.
"Damn it!"
"what happened?"
At the other end of the market, under the big locust tree, a small head poked out of an oil-walled truck.
"Aunt, do we really want to buy that rooster-crowing cloth?"
"I think no matter how good the cloth is, it can't compare to silk." The girl wearing an autumn-colored shirt had her big eyes rolling around, looking full of energy.
A pair of pear dimples on her lips made her smile more playful.
Now, she was waving the round fan desperately, looking very impatient. As long as her aunt gave the order, she could turn around and leave.
The woman she called her aunt was over forty years old, with an oval face, soft eyebrows and a calm posture.
This child is still so impatient.
"Minghui, cock-crowing cloth is a specialty of Jingkou. It is not sold elsewhere. It is rare for us to stop here, so we took some along the way. It is not a waste of time."
Minghui curled her lips and didn't care: "It's just cloth, what's the big deal."
Although her tone was bad, the woman was not angry. She still followed the temptation: "Your uncle takes Wushi Powder every day, and the skin on his body is often red, swollen and itchy. It is very delicate. This chicken crow cloth is soft and very light, so it is most suitable for you."
Your uncle."
"You, just wait patiently, it won't take long."
Her aunt asked her to wait, and no matter how anxious Minghui was, she could only wait patiently.
"But why haven't they finished fighting yet?"
They had been under the big banyan tree for a while. It was God's fault. They heard that in Jingkou Town, the place with the most complete styles of cloth and the most reasonable prices was the He's Cloth Shop, so they hurried over there early.
Already.
As a result, as soon as I found the right place, I discovered that there was a dispute in front of Hejia Cloth Shop, and a group of people were actually smashing the shop!
"Is there any more royal law?" The woman also discovered the fight ahead and immediately became angry.
"Shen Canjun, go and take a look, don't let them bully you!"
"It seems that Youdu should take good care of this place in Jingkou!"
Minghui sneered and said, "Aunt, my father only leads the troops. He doesn't bother to care about local affairs. It's not like you don't know."
The woman is angry, this girl always tells the truth that people don't want to hear.
Wherever she looked, the woman recognized that the store they smashed was the one where she wanted to buy cloth.
I saw a man who looked like an old cow, carrying an axe, came over menacingly, and said he was about to split the plaque in half.
The woman gasped, extremely anxious.
These people are really lawless!
"Shen Canjun, come over and take a look!"
If the woman hadn't called out, no one would have even noticed that this car also had a driver.
Of course, since this coachman claims to have joined the army, he is not an ordinary coachman, but a serious follower with an official position.
But I saw him sitting on the front edge of the carriage, the scarf on his head fluttering in the wind, arms folded, watching this scene happily.
It seemed that the quarrel there had turned into a pot of porridge and had nothing to do with him.
Hearing the woman's words, Shen Canjun jumped out of the car, walked up to her, and said respectfully to the two women: "Mrs. Wang, Madam Minghui, the people of Jingkou have always been brave and aggressive, and they are a bunch of fanatics who won't be able to deal with this for long. "
The woman frowned and said worriedly: "If that's the case, why don't they take action?"
"If this continues, they will destroy the whole store!"
Shen Canjun smiled slightly: "No."
"Mrs. Wang, just watch, someone will come out to seek justice soon." Shen Canjun is quite confident in the fighting ability of the Jingkou people.
"Who are these troublemakers?" Minghui asked innocently, holding her little face in her hands.
Shen Canjun smiled. Do you need to tell these noble ladies about what you have seen in these places?
It seems that it’s okay to say it, and it’s okay not to say it.
"He is from the Diao family."
While he was still hesitating, Mrs. Wang had already spoken and told Minghui everything.
Shen Canjun smacked his lips, it seemed that there was no need to hide anything anymore.
"Diao family?"
"Is it the former Shangshu Ling Diao Xie's family?"
"Ms. Minghui is very knowledgeable, that's the one."
Minghui was disdainful: "Does their family still have such great power now? Can they be allowed to do evil in Jingkou?"
Speaking of this matter, Shen Canjun also sighed and was very worried.