Ling Shumo and Ling Shujiao were the last members of the royal family to arrive.
Ling Shujiao brought her beloved horse from the princess's mansion.
The horse was dark all over, with hair as smooth and shiny as black satin, but its limbs and hooves were snow-white. When it saw people passing by, it panted through its nose. When Ling Shujiao passed by, the horse immediately became unspeakably docile.
The Third Princess couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "This horse is quite spirited. I wanted to come check on it just now, but I nearly got knocked down by a hoof. But it's as obedient as a cat in front of me, Big Sister."
Ling Shujiao smiled, then invited both the Third Princess and Ling Shumo, "Would you like to run a couple of laps together?"
Ling Shumo didn't ask the servants to bring the fine horse she usually rode from the East Palace. She randomly pulled a white horse from the stable, pulled the reins and jumped on it. "Then let's take a stroll around here for a few rounds."
Ling Shumo swung the whip in the air, making two sharp sounds of breaking through the air. The white horse raised its hooves, and the chaotic sound of hooves hit the dirt road, splashing countless dust and gravel.
The white horse looked very impressive, but it was useless and was soon overtaken by the two people behind it.
Ling Shumo just came to make up the numbers and had no intention of competing with them.
When the figures of the Third Princess and Ling Shujiao completely disappeared from sight, Ling Shumo, who was about to raise the whip again, simply dropped it.
The white horse stopped running and just walked forward leisurely. Now it really became a leisurely stroll.
Until the Third Princess and Ling Shujiao had turned back from the other end, Ling Shumo had not even walked one-third of the way.
On the return journey, the three men's horses all maintained the same snail's pace.
If there was any difference, it was that the horses of the Third Princess and Ling Shujiao were panting heavily from exhaustion, while Ling Shumo's white horse had conserved its strength, and now its hooves were the most cheerful.
Today is a rare sunny day, the sun is shining warmly, and a group of people who came to the suburbs of Beijing set up their tents diagonally opposite the century-old banyan tree where the sun shines the best.
The three horses stopped not far from the tent. Several people got off the horses, and the three horses were led away by their respective servants.
At this time, a young man wearing a spring green robe with wide sleeves and straight hems came over. His hair was tied up with a bamboo hairpin, and he had the fragrance of some unknown wood on him.
When the person came closer, Ling Shumo quickly recognized that this was Ling Shujiao's recently married husband Fu Yichen.
Ling Shujiao's original wife, Princess Jun, died of illness half a year ago, so the emperor gave her the prime minister's legitimate son, Fu Yichen, as his concubine.
Fu Yichen has always been hailed as the most beautiful woman in Kyoto. Anyone who has seen him, even if only for a fleeting glimpse, will find it hard to forget his extraordinary face.
After Fu Yichen bowed to everyone present, he took a porcelain bowl from the servant behind him and held it steadily in front of Ling Shujiao. "It's sour plum soup. I personally watched over the fire and boiled it."
Ling Shujiao drank the whole bowl of sour plum soup in one gulp, and the servant took away the empty bowl.
Fu Yichen didn't know when a white handkerchief appeared in his hand. He stood on tiptoe and wiped the sweat off Ling Shujiao's forehead and neck very gently.
Fu Yichen's attendants also prepared sour plum soup for Ling Shumo and Ling Shumo. Ling Shumo didn't want to drink sweet things at the moment, so she politely refused the attendant. The third princess held the porcelain bowl in her hand, but stared at Fu Yichen without blinking.
Ling Shumo waved her hand in front of the Third Princess's eyes and jokingly said, "What are you daydreaming about? Don't look at anything inappropriate, do you understand?"
The Third Princess smiled and said, "My brother-in-law is so beautiful and virtuous. I am so lucky.
Look at Shumo and me again. There are obviously more than one men in the backyard, but no one comes to care about us. Are we tired or hot?
Compared to you, we two unwanted poor kids are so miserable. So miserable.
I feel sorry for myself.”
Ling Shujiao followed the Third Princess's gaze towards the area where the male relatives were gossiping. She casually asked, "Isn't the Crown Princess here? It's been so long since you two reconciled?"
Ling Shumo's expression turned cold. "He's still under house arrest, so it's not convenient for him to come out."
The Third Princess looked at Fu Yichen for a moment, as if remembering something. "Oh, by the way, I heard you brought back a beautiful woman from that place. I heard her looks are no less than that of my eldest brother-in-law. Is that true?"
Ling Shumo thought of Xue Wu and smiled unconsciously, "He's sick and it's not convenient for him to see anyone."
The Third Princess teased in an exaggerated manner, "Is it inconvenient for you to see people, or do you want to hide your beauty away in a golden house and not let us see her?"
Ling Shumo said, "He really isn't feeling well and doesn't want to go out. But, Third Sister is right. Even if he wants to go out, I will keep him locked up in the East Palace. You can't look at my sweetheart. If you look at me even once, I'll get angry."
When Ling Shumo said this, Fu Yichen's fingers holding the handkerchief tightened involuntarily. Due to excessive squeezing, both fingertips were squeezed to the point of being bloodless.
There was a hint of envy in Fu Yichen's eyes at first, but in the blink of an eye, those traces of envy turned into resentment.
Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess liked Xue Wu from Zhongdu, so she hid him in her home like a treasure.
The look that the Third Princess gave him just now clearly contained other selfish desires, but Ling Shujiao seemed to have noticed nothing.
Or maybe she saw it, but didn't care at all.
Fu Yichen and Ling Shujiao were very close to each other. If someone who knew them observed carefully, they would see that Fu Yichen was trying very hard to please Ling Shujiao. Although Ling Shujiao had a friendly smile on her face, the look in her eyes was extremely cold.
Ling Shujiao's gaze vaguely looked in the direction of Lu Jinshu. At this distance, she couldn't even see Lu Jinshu's face clearly. She only identified him by the pattern of his clothes. It was the eldest son of the Taifu whom she had been thinking about day and night - Lu Jinan (Lu Jinshu).
Ling Shujiao's loss of consciousness only lasted for a moment.
Ling Shumo turned around and glanced at Ling Shujiao, thinking that she was staring at the scenery in the distance in a daze.
And Fu Yichen's fingertips became whiter.
Let that vixen Lu Jinan be proud, he wants to see how long she can be proud.
When the sun sets today, that bitch will die.
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