My companion is a bit fierce

Chapter 22

"What do you want to do?" Qi Lan looked at Wang Mingda, he couldn't do anything because of Queen Wang's restrictions, so he could only bear with it.

Qi Lan looked at Qi Bo in the arena, who happened to be standing next to a fine horse: "Qi Bo just fell off the horse, so it's impossible to get on the horse again, and, don't you want to get it out again?"

"Of course not." Wang Mingda raised his eyebrows, "Just wait and see mine."

Qi Lan crossed her chest and watched Wang Mingda walk beside Rong Jue, but after saying a few words, Rong Jue turned to look at him suspiciously.

Suddenly, the veins on his forehead twitched. Wang Mingda must have done something in his name, right?

Li Hongbao tugged at the corner of Rong Jue's clothes, and said, "Ah Jue, there's no need, the first prince has someone to teach him how to ride. Besides, there are not many horses here, and the second prince and the others may not have extra horses to ride on." Give us."

"It's just a horse, and the second prince will give it to me." Wang Mingda paused on purpose before continuing, "Besides, the Imperial College is not run by the second prince. It's impossible for the prince to want a horse. You still have to get the consent of the second prince?"

Rong Jue snorted: "It should be two horses. Could it be that you want your eldest prince to raise them carefully?"

Wang Mingda didn't think much, and responded directly: "That's fine. Then it's settled. I'll go and talk to the First Prince."

Wang Mingda returned to Qi Lan's side with a smile on his face, and said: "I'll borrow two horses from Qi Bo, and you can just race with Rong Jue later, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, I will do the rest."

Qi Lan was puzzled in his heart, but seeing Wang Mingda hurried to Qi Bo's side, he had no choice but to suppress it.

Wang Mingda really asked for two horses from Qi Bo.

According to Wang Mingda's instructions, Qi Lan walked to a horse, and Rong Jue had already picked another one, and was standing there waiting for him.

"Prince, please give me more advice."

I don't know if it was Qi Lan's illusion, but he always felt that Rong Jue's voice was weird when he said this.

Maybe it's because Rong Jue's mouth leaks air, so he speaks like this.Thinking of this, Qi Lan couldn't help but want to laugh again, and turned his head again, only to see Rong Jue staring at him, seeing that he also turned his head, he immediately turned back with disdain.

Qi Lan smiled and said: "I have long heard that the men in Mobei are brave, and they don't change their faces when they approach the city. Today, I will compete with the prince. I am a few years older than the prince. You don't have to show mercy to me."

Rong Jue didn't look sideways, and said coolly: "It's only three years, don't worry the eldest prince, I will definitely not be polite."

The two got on the horses, and when the commander waved the flag in his hand, the horseshoes raised, and the two horses sprinted towards the finish line like arrows off the string.

The sky was clear and the air was warm, the school grounds were open and spacious, the two horses were running side by side at first, but gradually, Qi Lan pulled away half of Rong Jue's body.

All the onlookers in the school field, male and female, were all attracted by the match between the two, and many brave girls also shouted a few words.

The corners of Qi Lan's mouth curled up slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rong Jue pursing his lips tightly, staring at him intently.

The roots of his ears became hot again unconsciously, and he pulled the rein, urging the first horse to run faster.

Li Hongbao on the sidelines was watching intently, hoping that Rong Jue would win, but not wanting him to win. The two thoughts were constantly entangled. Looking at Wang Mingda on the other side, he was like a normal person, and he didn't even look at it. glance.

Wang Mingda stood next to Qi Bo, seeing Qi Bo also looking at the two people on the field, he asked, "Who does your Highness think will win?"

From the current point of view, it is of course Qi Lan, but Qi Bo refused to admit it, and said: "The matter of horse racing has always been unpredictable, and it is still unknown."

"That's right." Wang Mingda nodded without being annoyed at all.

Looking at the field again, Rong Jue was biting Qi Lan tightly and didn't let go, but kept slowly pulling closer.

Qi Lan also felt it, and after a while, he felt a gust of wind blowing by, and the corner of Rong Jue's purple clothes was brushing past him!

"Heh—" He heard Rong Jue chuckle, purple robes flew, and the best horse accelerated at full speed, and it was in front of him in a blink of an eye.

It's not far from the finish line now.

Qi Lan's horse was already a little weak, and it was difficult to surpass Rong Jue.

He just watched Rong Jue cross the finish line, and with the cheers of the crowd, he turned his head and looked back at him from a distance.

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"His Royal Highness is truly worthy of being the son of King Rong." Qi Lan was convinced of the loss, and congratulated him sincerely. Rong Jue is only ten years old and has such skills, which is indeed extraordinary.

"That's natural." Rong Jue narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, without any modesty, "It seems that the first three years of the eldest prince are useless to me."

Qi Lan was stunned, before he could think of what to say, he heard Wang Mingda from the other side say: "Young Prince Rong is only ten years old, and his riding skills are so superb, what does the Second Prince think?"

Qi Bo, who fell off his horse not long ago: "..."

He stared at Wang Mingda for a while, then looked at Rong Jue, who was already angry not far away, suddenly smiled, clapped his hands and clapped, and said: "Rong Wang's mansion has guarded Mobei for generations and fought against the Huns. His son Rong Wang has such abilities. Qi Jiangshan must have no worries."

After speaking, he no longer misses it, and just walks away.

It was only then that Qi Lan knew Wang Mingda's plan. His forehead was originally hot and sweaty because of the horse racing, but now it became cold. In this way, Qi Bo's heart would definitely have pimples on Rong Jue, and Rong Jue would not stick to Qi Bo anymore. .

However, he couldn't please him either.

Qi Lan smiled wryly, but hesitated to speak to Rong Jue.Wang Mingda is his man, it's no wonder that Rong Jue didn't blame him for what he did.

Rong Jue smiled sinisterly, revealing the teeth that were missing at the door. The purple clothes were very picky, and Rong Jue's clothes had an air of extravagance, which would turn into Yin Qi in Qi Lan's eyes.

The skin is white, because there is a hint of rosiness on the cheeks of the horse racing, the eyes are embedded in the face like spots of paint, the tails of the eyes are drawn up, and it is even more sharp to look up at people, Rong Jue's red lips opened and closed: "His Royal Highness , we have a long time to come."

Qi Lan lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Rong Jue again. At this time, Rong Jue was like a fairy boy in a New Year painting who suddenly fell into the devil's way, adding a bit of beauty for no reason.

He didn't intend to stay for a long time, and he took Wang Mingda away after saying goodbye.

Even though he was only ten years old, when he faced him, he felt a sudden palpitation in his heart.

Qi Lan covered her heart while walking, the inside was agitated violently.

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"Ah Jue, are you still angry?" Li Hongbao carefully looked at Rong Jue, who turned his back to him, motionless.

"Hey." Li Hongbao sighed, picked up a piece of pastry to tease Xiao Bai who was bouncing around on the table, "Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai, what should we do, Ah Jue seems to be ignoring us."

Xiaobai grunted as his chest heaved, tilted his head and glanced at Rong Jue, and was attracted by the snack in Li Hongbao's hand, and just ignored him.

The more Rong Jue thought about the horse race with Qi Lan, the more angry he became, and Wang Mingda took advantage of him!

"I want to hit Wang Mingda." Rong Jue finally spoke out.

"Okay." Li Hongbao stuffed Xiaobai with a piece of dessert again, he didn't pay attention to what Rong Jue was saying, and only happily agreed.

"Don't feed it." Rong Jue couldn't bear watching Xiaobai eat and eat again, so he pushed Xiaobai's head, "Xiaobai has gained a lot of weight, don't say that you are looking for food, give it to others first Eat it as a squab."

"Huluhulu—" Xiaobai jumped up, flapped his wings and patted Rong Jue's head.

"It's against you!" Rong Jue didn't expect that Xiaobai would turn against him because of a little food, and immediately said angrily: "Eat, eat, eat your head, don't take advantage of others, I will eat you first!"

Li Hongbao was still holding the snacks when he saw Xiaobai and Rong Jue fighting.One person and one bird passed through the border like a strong wind, knocking a dry piece of furniture to its knees.

Li Hongbao's skill has never been so nimble. He quickly picked up a plate of snacks on the table before the table was about to fall over, walked to the corner with protection, and shouted loudly: "Stop beating."

Birds and people ignored him.

Li Hongbao then shouted: "Xiaobai, come here, don't hit me, there is something to eat here." He shook the plate in his hand, and the dim sum on it exuded a pleasant aroma.

"It's delicious!" Li Hongbao squeezed a piece into his mouth, nodded heavily, "Delicious!"

Xiaobai screamed, glanced at Li Hongbao, then at Rong Jue, who was chasing after him and beating him fiercely, and then counterattacked and beat Rong Jue angrily.

"Hi!" Rong Jue was so angry that one or two were rebelling against each other.

"I must beat Wang Mingda violently! If I don't beat him until his mother can't recognize him, I will take his surname!"

Li Hongbao nodded, and then came back to his senses: "No, Ah Jue, although Wang is a relatively common surname, but Wang Mingda's Wang is the same Wang as the empress."

"Fuck, I'm still the face of King Rong."

"That makes sense," Li Hongbao raised his hand, "add me."

"Okay," Rong Jue waved his hands and rolled up his sleeves, "When I finish beating Xiaobai, let's go beat Wang Mingda together."

"..." Meng Wenbin looked at the room where the flying birds were jumping, and turned to Bai Lu who was standing calmly on the other side: "Miss Bai Lu, do we really need to stop His Highness to rescue Xiao Bai?"

"It's okay." Bai Lu waved her hand, "When His Highness is done, go to the firewood room and find a sack, a durable one, and then go out with His Highness."

"Okay." Meng Wenbin responded, and then said, "I'm going back to Mobei in a few days, and His Highness's letter hasn't been finished yet. If His Highness doesn't finish writing in time and hurts Xiaobai, who will come then? Send a letter?"

Bai Lu paused, glanced at the battle situation in the room, and whispered, "Go to the firewood room to find sacks first, and I'll prepare two plates of snacks for Xiao Bai..."

Before Meng Wenbin finished listening, she turned around and left, but Bai Lu stretched out her hand to hold her back. She smiled and said, "Wait a minute, remember to put in a little more effort, so that His Highness can play comfortably and to the fullest."

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